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Today was a good day; what gives?

Posted Dec 20 2011 5:32pm
Today was a really good day. I don’t know why exactly, butit was.
Never mind the troublesome fact that having one good day isblog worthy. That probably means I have a long way to go in fully recoveringfrom a crash-and-burn episode of severe depression last summer.
Yet that’s a blog for another day. Let’s get back to today.It was a whistle-in-the shower, think funny things, eat chocolate and enjoylife kind of day. Seriously.
Since I reverse engineered a bad day in an earlier blog,let’s walk back through today and see if we can identify what made it a goodone. The fact that I didn’t have to go to work today surely is a factor, but Ipromise you I have just as many bad days on the weekends as I do during the workweek—sometimes more. But in the interest of full disclosure, I was off today(work, that is).
  • I ate a healthy breakfast. I learned in apartial hospitalization program that good nutrition is key in battlingdepression. This morning, I had a wheat waffle covered in peanut butter. Nosyrup!
  • I went for a brisk walk. I’m a runner at heartbut can’t bring myself to run hard again just yet. I’ve lost my edge, lost thateye of the tiger with this soul-sapping illness. But instead of lying on my asstoday, I got it moving. I made two personal phone calls that I needed to makewhile walking, one to my mom and one to my brother.
  • I did not drink alcohol last night. Back when Iwas a heavy drinker, the next day or two (okay, three) were often brutal. Myanxiety would go through the roof. My depression would worsen. That was almosta guarantee.
  • I took some time for myself. I went and got amassage. I’ve blogged about the benefits of massage before. It really helps me.If you are screaming through the keyboard that you can’t afford a massage rightnow or don’t have the time for it, fine. The point is I did something for meand me only. That’s pretty rare for me but it’s critical in recovery.

Today wasn’t perfect. But what day ever is, even for“normal” folks? Don’t get me wrong. I am not trying to simplify acomplicated illness. Some days are brutal for those suffering from depressionno matter what we do. Truth is, today was a good day because of choices I madetoday, yesterday, and the day before that and probably even the month beforethat. I’ve been taking my meds and making my appointments with my therapist,for example. 

I want to thank you for taking the time to read this blog. I write to cope and, hopefully, connect with others who suffer. If you had a bad day, take heart. Keep fighting. It will get better.




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