i may seem a little checked out right now. to some degree i have.
firstly, i’ve been fighting the idea that i am facing dysthymia, a chronic moderate depression. while far off the lows from my last depression, i am no where near to where i was before. i had smaller depressive variations throughout and for the last few weeks, i’ve been leading the wrong way. that sucks!
then came last week with jimmy. seeing his respiration rate go as high as 86 and then refusing to eat, i lost it. fortunately, jimmy is around with congestive heart failure due to his lifelong murmur. with meds, he’s doing much better than he has in months. all is better, right?
last sunday, minding my own business sitting on the couch in the evening, my emotional floor suddenly, dropped out. i’ve had a couple of handfuls of these in my life and they’re aren’t fun.
i searched for a reason why and couldn’t find one. it couldn’t be jimmy, right, because he was right across the room. my search continued.
i talked to friends and jimmy kept coming up. i kept pushing that away, because what more could i ask for; i still had jimmy and he was even improving.
then, i had an aha moment. though jimmy sat across the room, because the happenings of last week, at some emotional level i lost jimmy. it was if my beloved dog had died. at some level, i was grieving my very much alive jimmy.
the paradox of not being here and being here doesn’t make sense and i feel confused at so many levels.
i am not doing much better with this dichotomy on one hand, and still coming to terms with it on the other. that takes a lot of emotional energy and along with the dysthymia has hastened the dropout.
so, it’s not you, but what’s going on with me. i am working on re-engaging and unfortunately, it will take as long as it does. so, if i seem a little more aloof that usual, you know why.
these are pictures of jimmy taken the day before his near death experience. i love them. they speak to the kind soul that is jimmy.
they say the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul. for that reason, i also struggle to look at these pictures because i see the face of a tired old friend. i selfishly hope beyond hope for the existence of the fountain of youth so i can have so much more time with him that i currently have.
A dog is a man’s best friend, and they’re family!
I’m sorry for your loss, the deep dark depression is hard, I have D but not so severe we just have to keep motivated, push ourselves, and make lists! Don’t disappear
just so you know we only came close to losing jimmy. he is on medication for his heart condition and doing much better. my mind and emotions are trying to reconcile what i see know and what i saw last week when i counted 68 breaths per minute. that an in-out better that once a second. You try that; it pretty hard.
the depression i’m in now is mild compared to my last cycle. i’d roll out of bed when i heard the garage open so my wife didn’t think i spent the whole day in bed. docs asked me questions and i delay 5 or 10 seconds before i could answer. now, that really sucked. if you back to my early posts, you can get a flavor of what that was like for me. so, what i’m experiencing now is mild compared to that.
That made me tear up and I’ve only met Jimmy a few times.
thanks, i feel a little better. more proof of hugs across the miles:
Amazing how comforting kind words can be.
Sending you love and hugs as I just found this post!💜💜💜