Amy (
such_heights) wrote2011-11-03 05:33 pm
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this isn't really a post about rockclimbing
Like many people with depression, winter is a tricky time of year for me. Now that November's here, bringing darkness to the northern hemisphere, it's difficult to see the coming months as more than an obstacle to overcome, and once again I find myself wondering why exactly it is we don't hibernate as a species. In lieu of that I've got a range of tactics to start implementing - sun lamps and health professionals and friends and endless cups of tea. Whether all of that is enough to prevent the onset altogether remains to be seen.
The beginning of winter always feels to me like standing on a narrow bridge in a high wind. There is a path to the other side, where there is solid ground again, but there's also this big ravine below. More often than not, I end up in the ravine, at least for a little while.
It's rocky and lifeless down there, and difficult to traverse without injury. But I've been there plenty of times by now and I know what provisions to take and what some of the routes are. There are old battle sites there, some that I've learned from and some that may well trip me up all over again. But I know that sooner or later I will get to the other side and haul myself back up again. The speed and difficulty of the journey varies tremendously from year to year, but I do spend at least a little time down there most winters.
In some ways, the familiarity helps, because I know what to expect. On the other hand, there's a sense of dread, because I know what's down there and I don't like it all. All the preparation in the world can't mitigate the fact that frankly, it sucks down there. I can survive it, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to enjoy it. I'd much rather stay up here, where the path is easy and there's colour and life. But the wind's picking up, and I still haven't learned how to stop it bowling me over.
So if this is a difficult time of year for you too, I hear you, I really do. And hey, if we do end up in the ravine, maybe we can set up camp for a while and make a fire. I'll bring marshmallows.
The beginning of winter always feels to me like standing on a narrow bridge in a high wind. There is a path to the other side, where there is solid ground again, but there's also this big ravine below. More often than not, I end up in the ravine, at least for a little while.
It's rocky and lifeless down there, and difficult to traverse without injury. But I've been there plenty of times by now and I know what provisions to take and what some of the routes are. There are old battle sites there, some that I've learned from and some that may well trip me up all over again. But I know that sooner or later I will get to the other side and haul myself back up again. The speed and difficulty of the journey varies tremendously from year to year, but I do spend at least a little time down there most winters.
In some ways, the familiarity helps, because I know what to expect. On the other hand, there's a sense of dread, because I know what's down there and I don't like it all. All the preparation in the world can't mitigate the fact that frankly, it sucks down there. I can survive it, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to enjoy it. I'd much rather stay up here, where the path is easy and there's colour and life. But the wind's picking up, and I still haven't learned how to stop it bowling me over.
So if this is a difficult time of year for you too, I hear you, I really do. And hey, if we do end up in the ravine, maybe we can set up camp for a while and make a fire. I'll bring marshmallows.

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It's the dread that's weighing me down right now. Fear of being depressed is making me prematurely depressed :\
I think one of the big problems is that usually I have something of a reprieve during the summer and since I spent all summer depressed about being unemployed and poor, I feel like I just got past this and now it's back :\
I will be there too, bb. We'll come find each other when we're stuck ♥
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I hear that. *siiiigh*
The worst thing is, it's not an "irrational' fear that you can combat with the usual psycho/neuro techniques like affirmations. It's something that can actually happen. It's like a hurricane heading for Florida. All you can do is lay in supplies, pray it misses you, and, if it doesn't, ride it out until the sun starts shining again. *hugs*
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I'll bring the hot cider.
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*proffers tea and biscuits*
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*looks around*
OTOH, there's a bunch of us here. Maybe me could make a chain and help each other acroos the chasm? *holds out hand*
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Hang in there - I wish we could swap. I'd take your cold and snow and short days, and give you all my heat, sunlight and long evenings.
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This is an absolutely lovely post. Thank you for making it.
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I hope you'll share some marshmallows, I've never had them before. I'll bring the chocolate.
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Knowing I'm not alone helps. Knowing that coping happens and that things can get better also helps. Because if I had to face doing this for the REST OF MY LIFE, I just don't know what I'd do.
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