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Foggy, Foggy Days and Nights

Over the last couple of years, a  writer I love and admire, Alyssa Day, has opened up about her struggle with depression. Her courage  inspired me to open up about the impact depression has had in my life.


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I first recognized depression when I was a pre-teen.  I  didn’t understand what it was really, nor do I know if I was depressed prior to this but didn’t recognize the signs.  For the most part,  I battled depression alone. I tried sometimes to talk to my mom, but the language really wasn’t there to clearly communicate what was happening to me. So, I mostly struggled alone with this big, ugly cloud that surrounded me. I flirted with suicidal thoughts, and I believe the only reason I never made a serious attempt was that I’d fought so hard to live. Trust me, it’s a very odd feeling to fight to keep your body chugging along while wondering if living really is worth hanging on to. I learned to look at the little things, the beauty of my mom’s roses, the breath-taking colors of a sunrise or sunset, the sound of all kinds of music. Hanging onto bits of happiness kept me from succumbing to the seductive pull of despair.

That was the beginning of the basis for the rest of my life. Clear summer days of beauty, dark foggy nights of never-ending dread.  Major happiness : like the joy of holding my daughters, from their laughter, watching them grow into beautiful young women. And happiness that came out of nowhere: a beautiful day, the soft sound of rain, a stranger’s smile. Life would seem to be going well. But it was never long before the fog descended again. It was confusing and terrifying, but the only way to get to the good stuff was to hang on through the bad.

A few years back, things got really bad and I was forced to get help. This wasn’t the first time I’d sought help, but it was the time I discovered the perfect therapist. Her straightforward approach was exactly what a straightforward person like me needed. Eventually the addition of medication helped me get through the last of the fog. For a while all was well.

Then we moved to Florida to be near three of our grandchildren.

Moving is stressful at the best of times. For a person with chronic health issues moving can be the equivalent of leaping mountains. Things went wrong, of course. We were robbed by the couple who “helped” us move. We had to replace pots and pans and silverware. They took an old computer—and the irreplaceable photos still on the hard drive. They stole a Bible. We sent them home (not realizing everything that was missing) with the guy whining that we weren’t paying them enough.

All my friends and my family (except for my daughter, son-in-law, and their three kids) were back in Tennessee. I’d lived within 50 miles of my birthplace my entire life. Moving was traumatic. Being stolen from was traumatic. I slid back under that foggy cloud of agony that I’d struggled so hard to get out from under.

Thankfully things weren’t as bad as they seemed. I fell in love with Florida. I love the sun, the warmth, the new friends I’ve made here. And I discovered new ways to cope. Living with depression is a daily struggle, but it can be done. If you feel you might be depressed, please get help. Depression is an illness. It’s not the same as feeling down when things don’t go right. And if you feel life isn’t worth living—call somebody NOW. Live can be great. Honest.

Treats Without Tricks

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Last year at this time, my husband and II were in Tennessee near the Smoky Mountains. It’s a gorgeous time of year there. Blankets of yellow, brown, green, and orange cover the mountainsides. Crisp fall air caresses.Pumpkins are everywhere. It’s a great place to be.

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Photo via WANA courtesy of L.E. Carmichel

This year we’re living near Jacksonville, Florida. There are no mountains (or hills, even). The trees are pretty much the same as they were months ago. The temperature is cooler for here, which means it’s almost cool enough to want a jacket first thing in the morning.

Do I miss the the colors? Yes. The weather? Some. Knowing it will be very cold soon? No! I love the sun, the warmth, I may write about vampires, but I’m pretty much the opposite.

How’s the weather where you are? Do you like lots of sunlight, or do you hide from it? What’s your favorite season?

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Granny Updated

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Yep, I finally did it. Don’t faint, OK? I bought a new computer.


That’s all? You say. For me, this is a big deal. First, I don’t have money to spare. To pull this little update off, I had to push my single credit account into the atmosphere. I almost fainted! But I had to. It was time. OK, fine. It was way past time. I kind of use my computer almost every single day.

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My old computer was a little Acer 10 inch that I could slip into my purse. I had everything set up the way I wanted it. I had my favorite, most useful programs all ready. It’s taken days to set up the new one Sad smile It was necessary, though. My computer was about 7 years old. (Yes, 7, stop laughing). It worked pretty well, it still looked nice, and did I mention it was small and cute? But it was slow and getting slower. The cursor was jumping all over the place. The keyboard was looking rough (no idea why…) It was time.

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So I put my cute little baby aside and bought an inexpensive Asus laptop. It’s also black, an 11 plus inch screen. And the dreaded Windows 8.1. I was sure I wouldn’t like 8, but at least it was 8.1, so maybe they’d ironed out a few wrinkles. The weird thing: I really like 8.1. The bigger screen is great too. Easier to see what I’m doing. The keyboard is a bit stiff, but either I’ll get used to it, or it’ll loosen up—or both.

Bottom line, I wish I’d given in earlier. So Granny’s updated.

Wanna brag about a computer you love, or grumble about one you hate? Have you held on to things longer than you should? Traded “up” and wish you hadn’t?

Have a great week!