Feeling the fall

Recently I’ve been noticing little signs that seasonal depression is creeping in. Foods like homemade bread and cakes are sounding very tempting and are hard to avoid. It’s a little harder to get out of bed in the morning and harder to get to sleep at night. Concentrating at work takes a bit more effort. I feel like I’m operating in a thin veil of fog.

Those little signs are also indicators to me that it’s time to get serious about doing the little things that help to avoid the slide downward. Things that work for me include: getting to sleep on time, making healthy food choices whenever possible and watching portions, taking my meds regularly, taking a multi-vitamin, and getting outside when possible for sun and exercise. One of the most important things for me is to keep attending events that I enjoy, even when I really don’t feel like it. I sing in my church choir (with my Dad), serve on at least one committee at church, attend and participate in worship weekly, and attend a depression support group weekly.

One last thing that may indeed be the most important is cultivating friendships with people who understand what the journey through depression feels like. Getting through is so much easier when there’s someone to call, someone who checks up on me and doesn’t accept platitudes, and someone to pray for me when I reach out for help.

For now I’m taking things one day at a time, one choice at a time, one breath at a time.