http://www.livedtotell.com/2006/08/26/let-us-all-be-our-naked-selves/ 35 year old mother of two trying to live with panic disorder and depression without losing her sense of humor. Thu, 26 Aug 2010 17:09:03 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.livedtotell.com/2006/08/26/let-us-all-be-our-naked-selves/#comment-27 admin Sun, 27 Aug 2006 17:26:51 +0000 http://www.livedtotell.com/2006/08/26/let-us-all-be-our-naked-selves/#comment-27 Dear Someone Like You, I am so sorry to hear that you're having such a shitty week. Did you ever get any help from meds for depression? I had to go back on them recently after a year and a half off them. I felt the same way that you do, just watching life go by me. I can remember seeing one of my children do something cute or funny and I couldn't even smile. Actually, I still struggle, even with the meds. Then you add in the panic attacks and I'm a whole barrel of fun. I just want to get better. You exist. You matter. I hope you pick up that camera and take some photos of what you are seeing now, even if it's through the window. Tammy Dear Someone Like You,
I am so sorry to hear that you’re having such a shitty week. Did you ever get any help from meds for depression? I had to go back on them recently after a year and a half off them. I felt the same way that you do, just watching life go by me. I can remember seeing one of my children do something cute or funny and I couldn’t even smile. Actually, I still struggle, even with the meds. Then you add in the panic attacks and I’m a whole barrel of fun. I just want to get better.
You exist. You matter. I hope you pick up that camera and take some photos of what you are seeing now, even if it’s through the window.
Tammy

]]> http://www.livedtotell.com/2006/08/26/let-us-all-be-our-naked-selves/#comment-25 Someone like you Sun, 27 Aug 2006 14:55:58 +0000 http://www.livedtotell.com/2006/08/26/let-us-all-be-our-naked-selves/#comment-25 Keep writing, it is good for me too. I fell off into a hole of black depression this week, sleeping far too many hours of the beautiful sunny days here in NC away. I have felt and still feel today almost trancelike, like I'm not quite here, and looking out the window at the gorgeous sunshine and wanting to be a part of it, but not able to move. I have no energy. My camera sits there waiting for me to pick it up. I have homework, but at this moment it seems too complicated to comprehend; flash settings, guide number, and proper exposure. My son started school and it's almost as if I imagined it. I haven't spoken three words to him this past week. What kind of mother or even a person am I who cannot live in my life? How can I just check out as if I don't exist. I must force myself out of this somehow. Thank you for your writings, your release. Keep writing, it is good for me too. I fell off into a hole of black depression this week, sleeping far too many hours of the beautiful sunny days here in NC away. I have felt and still feel today almost trancelike, like I’m not quite here, and looking out the window at the gorgeous sunshine and wanting to be a part of it, but not able to move. I have no energy. My camera sits there waiting for me to pick it up. I have homework, but at this moment it seems too complicated to comprehend; flash settings, guide number, and proper exposure. My son started school and it’s almost as if I imagined it. I haven’t spoken three words to him this past week. What kind of mother or even a person am I who cannot live in my life? How can I just check out as if I don’t exist. I must force myself out of this somehow. Thank you for your writings, your release.

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