I have to deal with depression on an almost daily basis. It actually started a few years ago where it went from having run of the mill PMS once in a while to full blown PPD to constant depression. Two months ago, when I blew up at my daughter for a VERY minor accident, I decided it was time to seek help.
When I feel as if I have lost interest in things, life, sex, activities… what happens is that I can sit on the couch and just mindlessly fold laundry. Or be on the internet staring at my inbox for my email wishing someone would write me or I could find something interesting to write to someone else. My husband would say “Let’s go for a walk!” and I’d look at him and say “Nah, you go ahead.” While in actuality, my body would be SCREAMING to go on that walk, my mind would have no interest whatsoever. And then I’d feel depressed about it because I know I’m out of shape and the walk would do me some good.
I’d watch my house go into disarray and I’d never be able to find the energy to do anything about it.
I’d notice everyone around me was having fun but I’d feel very empty, very unfulfilled and actually bored.
I’d have to force myself into enjoying sex with my husband, which doesn’t happen much anymore anyway because I’ve lost all interest. Talk about NO libido.
My depression effects my life in the sense that I feel it’s cyclical. When I’m depressed, I don’t sleep. When I don’t sleep, I feel horrible and have a short fuse. When I have a short fuse, NOTHING is enjoyable and my family walks on egg shells. I realize they’re walking on eggshells because of me and it makes me more depressed. See the vicious cycle?
Two months ago when I decided it was time to take charge of my life and get help, I was very honest with my doctor. She put me on Zoloft which has helped me to actually sleep better. Which in turn has helped me to calm down and not have such a short fuse. I’ve also started to exercise again and cut out the Mt. Dew and that’s seemed to help too.
I hate feeling like I’ve got nothing to be interested in, nothing to “live for.” I’m not suicidal by any stretch of the imagination and have never thought of that, but just feeling blah all the time is very upsetting.
Sorry for the long post and I’m not sure if I helped answer your question.
