I’m not sure I can think of a way to talk about this without sounding like a whiner. This depression is really starting to get me down, you know? It stole any sense of pride or accomplishment I might have gotten from completing my first marathon. How unfair is that? I should have been so pleased/excited/happy/ proud but instead I just felt relieved that it was over. If it weren’t for wine, crafty crap, and cats, I don’t know how I’d cope. Depression lies to you and I know that, but it talks so loudly and it’s always so certain that I’m (pick ANY negative descriptor—I’ve said it to myself at some point). It’s been six months now. It’s like serving time except you have no idea how long your sentence will last. Could start feeling better next week. Could still be in this headspace at Christmas. During my marathon training, I was wondering how much more depressed I would be if I weren’t running so damned much. Well. Turns out to be a fair amount more depressed. I haven’t been able to run since the marathon due to physical issues of one sort or another and things are absolutely getting worse.
Of course, there are plenty of things I do that keep it from getting too bad. I take the right vitamins and supplements, I exercise (still walking 10-20 miles per week), I try to get out of the house, I stay busy. I’m beginning to find myself withdrawing from my friends now. I’ve tried a few times to suggest a girl’s night, but they all have partners* who are so cool they can’t be left behind, even for one night. (Either that, or they need some moral support to deal with being around me for an entire evening—don’t think I haven’t considered that angle.) Being the 3rd, 5th, or 7th wheel has lost its appeal and become more of a chance to find something different to be depressed about rather than a beneficial social interaction. I occasionally consider getting back on the online dating sites, but that feels almost like an addiction at this point. (i.e. “I feel like crap about myself, I need some positive feedback and here’s an easy source.”) Maybe prescription drugs are the way to go, but they have such unpleasant side effects. Hopefully I’ll heal up from this physical mess and get back to running very soon. At least then I’ll only be kinda bummed instead of the way I feel now.
*I use the term partner because some of my friends are married and some are dating, and because I believe the terminology should be the same across the board, whether you are gay or straight, married, living together, or dating. You are romantically involved with that person currently (and if you’re romantically involved with more than one, you have partners—simple as that). It’s easier all around, but I doubt it will catch on since it doesn’t give anyone a social cue about the status of your romantic relationship or if your significant other (or others) happen to be the same gender as you are. Humans are so illogical.