Here it is 6:50 in the morning and I’m drinking coffee while I wait for it to get light enough to go outside and do more yard work. I love being outside trimming, raking, and weeding. And the trees, bushes, and flowers seem to enjoy the attention.
But six months ago, the joy of gardening had left me. Granted, I harvested my veggies and tried to do some clean-up, but physically and mentally, I was dragging my ass. Life just wasn’t as much fun as it used to be and wallowing in my sorrows suited me. But this was not the real me. Usually, I’m out looking for new and fun things to do. Was I just getting old?
What happened is I had been concerned about taking too many Ibuprofen for muscle pain, so I switched to Naproxen, another pain killer. I had been taking it for a while before a friend of my hubby told him that it can cause depression. Trust me on this. It was a relief to find out that it was an outside force causing my depression. And I did know I was depressed.
So I stopped taking it. It takes a while for a medicine to clear the body. For me, about 4 – 5 months. Now my love of life has returned. Wow. What a difference. I want to play outdoors again. I look forward to writing and creating new stories. Walking, hiking, visiting restaurants. Being with friends. I’m game. And I feel better. I look better. I am smiling again.
I look at this as a cautionary tale. Depression and loss of the love of life can put a person so far down the well that is seems impossible to climb back up into the light. And I did have friends who saw me depressed and took it upon themselves to keep me going. I was lucky. Good friends can make a huge difference.
And then this chance comment by a friend of my hubby clued me in to what was causing my depression. So here I am again. I smile in the morning when I get up. I look forward to the day.
Not everyone gets lucky and finds a way to lift themselves out of the downward spiral. Not everyone finds a simple solution of not taking a particular non-prescription medicine. There are thousands of people who suffer from depression. If you know someone, be there for them. It was my family and friends who kept me going until I found the fix.