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Rediscovering My Life

I’m rediscovering my life and it feels so good.

For the past four years, I’ve been suffering from depression and severe anxiety. My life has been on hold; it’s often been difficult just to get through the day. My interests during this time have been nonexistent. I’ve barely touched the computer. It has been hard, at times, just to make a decent meal or take a shower. On three occasions I’ve been hospitalized.

The self I’d known had virtually disappeared.

None of the 13 medications from the psychiatrist have helped much. This summer I started getting a bit better, but only after receiving regular electroshock therapy.

Now, however, after a neurological test, they may have found out what is wrong with me. A walking EEG exam revealed seizure activity in my brain that could explain the anxiety I’ve been experiencing. The neurologist put me on a medication called Lamotrigine two weeks ago.

Since then I’ve felt like a new person, or rather, like a person I used to know. After four years away from my life, it feels like I’m discovering it for the first time.

The biggest revelation has been the computer. Though I was doing the basics, like checking email, and taught myself how to blog again this fall, I’d forgotten how to work every other program on my computer. In the last two weeks I’ve used Youtube and Google to relearn programs I haven’t used in years, including Omnifocus, Evernote, Lightroom, Feedly, Twitter, Bitly, Itunes and Devonthink Pro Office. In many cases it’s been like learning them for the first time. I’ve had to reset almost all of my passwords. But it’s felt like Christmas.

I’m also rediscovering our house, where piles of stuff have accumulated during my illness. I cleaned out and threw away scores of old vitamins the other day as well as 11 vials of old medications. Today I purged a pile in the living room with my husband. It was interesting just to see what was in it. And I have only just begun to fight as far as the house goes. Bags of stuff await Goodwill with more to come once I finish the cleanout and my husband catches up with me. (Good luck, Bill.)

I’m also reconnecting with my writing life. I rejoined two writers organizations and have found an entire book on the computer that I’d been writing when I got sick, I don’t know if I’ll finish the book, but at the least it will be interesting to read it and see what’s there. (It’s a first person account of late motherhood but I’m not sure how the last four years fit in.)

I’ve found clothes, shoes and jewelry I’d forgotten I had and have taken a few pieces of the later to be repaired. They’ve been sitting in the closet, broken, for years. I”ve also started listening to podcasts and music again.

I got a new camera, the Nikon D750, and spent last weekend reading the manual. Photography was a big part of my life before I got sick, but I haven’t had any interest in it since. I found a photo processing program in my computer called Lightroom. I don’t have the faintest idea anymore how to work it so I’ve reread a Lightroom book I found on my shelf that I hadn’t opened in years. Yesterday I discovered that I have another book on Lightroom, which was news to me, and which I may reread too.

It’s like starting over or coming out of a time tunnel. Things that are actually quite old, like the versions of my computer programs, feel brand new. And I’m so happy to rediscover them that I don’t care that I’m four years behind the rest of the world or where I would have been had I never gotten sick.

It all makes me believe that we’re only as good as our interests. By rediscovering my life I’m finding myself again. It’s like reuniting with a very good friend but even better because it’s me.

I’d forgotten how much I was involved in and how much I loved my life. Yet God knows, I’ve  missed it.

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Makeup, Jewelry and Clothes

My therapist says she can always tell when I’m feeling better because I’m wearing makeup, jewelry and a decent outfit.

Consider me sitting here right now one day after electroshock therapy to alleviate anxiety and depression. I’m wearing three bracelets my mother-in-law gave me and some fabulous dangly earrings I’ve had since high school, all of which have been sitting in the closet. I’m also wearing a pink knit jacket and pink shawl, which I discovered in my closet along with all sorts of other clothes I’d forgotten I owned.

“Gee, I really have some nice clothes,” I caught myself saying, perusing my garments like a foreigner in a strange land. It felt like a genuine discovery.

During the last few years that I’ve been suffering from anxiety and depression, I’ve tended to wear the same outfits for weeks at a time, along with little jewelry and no makeup. Today, the first thing I did after arising feeling better from ECT treatment was to change the outfit I’d been wearing for a month, and put on some new jewelry and makeup.

Who says you can’t read a woman by her outward appearance? From my experience, the amount of attention a woman gives her appearance says a lot about how she feels in the world. The long, sparkling earrings I’m wearing right now and the three beautiful bracelets from my mother-in-law say everything about my present state.

It’s nice to be feeling well enough to put them and a little mascara on.

The things that come back first when you feel like your old self are often so familiar that they’re hard to appreciate. Makeup, jewelry and clothes – they are of minor importance to most women.

But to a woman recovering from anxiety and depression they can make the difference between who you were and who you long to be.

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Retail Therapy

It could only be called retail therapy.

In San Francisco recently three years of severe anxiety  and depression suddenly receded during two days of shopping with my older daughter. I spent most of the time waiting for her in the stores but didn’t mind and found a fabulous jacket, sweater and some amethyst earrings for myself along the way.

The earrings were long and dangly – really over the top. That was their point. In the moment I bought them everything seemed possible anyway.

It helped that San Francisco has great stores, including high quality thrift shops. However, it’s not the first time that I’ve found shopping therapeutic. I purchased practically an entire wardrobe this summer in Boulder, Colorado on a trip I don’t remember due to the effects of electroshock therapy, or ECT, on memory.

I’m told I was very happy making the purchases, my anxiety and depression once again lifting in the face of a host of retail possibilities. And I have the clothes in my closet to prove I was there.

Most of the time they just hang unworn. But I’ve come to recognize it as a sign that I might have a rare good day when I start to consider wearing any of these purchases.

Recently, after days of unrelenting anxiety, I was lying in bed when I started thinking about the amethyst earrings. The next day I woke up in an inexplicably good mood. I immediately put on the earrings even though I wasn’t going anywhere special, and they helped buoy me throughout the day.

Retail therapy, it seems, can be effective even after you leave the store.

So that’s not to say that shopping has cured my anxiety and depression. It still comes roaring back after the shopping trips are completed, and most days, uninspired, I wear the same old clothes and earrings I wore the day before.

But I cherish the times when I do feel in the moment in the shops and can enjoy the simple things in life the way most people do.

Here’s to one pair of long, dangly amethyst earrings.

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