The holidays must be approaching because I'm getting that annual I don't want to leave the house, I don't want see anyone, I'm just treading water feeling that pretty much sucks the life force out of me until the new year. Lord knows I have much to be thankful for; a wonderful man I love, family that I adore, a few close friends, a job working with people I admire, almost enough money to cover my extravagant spending habits and two wonderful dogs who mostly listen to me when I politely ask them not to pee or poop on the carpets. This feeling? I call in the blues. If I were more honest, I'd called it depression and get my ass back into therapy where it belongs. I've struggled with dysthymia for years though an extended period of therapy post E.coli adventure put seems to have put the kibosh on the worst of it. The holidays are a difficult time of year for many. My advice? Turn off the TV, at least until the Rose Bowl Parade. Those sappy, sentimental commercials will drive you bananas. Find someone to talk to. Family, friend or therapist, all good. Don't think you're alone, because your not. Otherwise, switching to waterproof mascara hasn't done much for my mood, but it has reduced my smudgy, sooty Tammy Faye moments. Last year I came up with Ten tips for curing the holiday blues. |
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