Being someone who suffers from clinical depression on occasion, I find that dwelling on sad subjects triggers my depression. Thus spending a lot of time writing about and talking about sad memories is a dangerously self indulgent exercise for me to do.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In my offline life I don’t talk about this but my online life, as you know from reading this blog, is a different
\nstory. While it is important to me to continue to write on my blog and
\nto update my website, it is not healthy for me to dwell on this topic
\nall the time. <\/p>\n
The more I dwell on it, the more I dwell on it which is
\nnot good. It’s hard to let go of the feelings triggered by the subject and the memories once they
\nget their claws into me. Sometines I don’t know which comes first. Does depression trigger memories and obsessing about them? Or do thoughts and memories trigger depression? <\/p>\n
I know that when I go out and get involved in the rest of my life that the
\ndepression becomes less of a problem and eventually goes away. I equate
\ndepression to thunderstorms. Depression moves in like a storm, making
\nthe days gray and gloomy. It rumbles around, flashing negative thoughts
\nand encourages me to isolate myself. <\/p>\n
If I do healthy things like work
\non some other project that has nothing to do with estrangement and my relatives, the storm moves away. Life becomes normal. I notice the sun
\nshining. I get things done. I am not all gloom and doom. <\/p>\n
Doing other
\nprojects is not always a cure. Sometimes it is a matter of time.
\nEventually the storm leaves and the sun comes out again. I do have to
\nmake myself get involved in the rest of my life or the storm hangs around too long.<\/p>\n
It is a good idea for me to budget how much time I let myself talk and think about things that trigger depression. Being depressed is no fun. <\/p>\n
I much prefer the times that I spend with friends to the time that I spend thinking on this topic. It sucks me in and I let it. But fortunately, I am aware of the dangers. I can go do something else. And think of another way to approach it when I write again.<\/p>\n
Ginny<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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