After spending a week in Colorado – a very, very busy week – I came home to relax and unwind…
Except that there has been no time to relax and unwind.
I feel like the past week has been non-stop, action and stress packed…yet there hasn’t really been anything significant going on. Do you ever find yourself getting completely overwhelmed and stressed out over absolutely nothing at all?
Tiny, inconsequential things have happened over the last few days that have affected me emotionally. Each thing in itself hasn’t been a big deal, but each occurrence has pushed me closer and closer to that invisible edge.
Case in point: Saturday afternoon, I was working on a post about my experience at the Taste of Vail event on Keystone Mountain. I took photos throughout the evening with my brand new, fancy pants SRL camera. Only, when I went to begin editing the photos for my post, they weren’t there.
I started sobbing. Of course, I found them 5 minutes later, but still – the fact that I began crying because I thought I deleted photos? Totally ridiculous.
Then I got word that a family member was upset with me for mentioning something on Facebook a while ago. Whatever.
This morning, I had to take my foster kittens to the Humane Society for their vaccinations. Not realizing that there was a parade for the Miami Heat in downtown Miami, I got onto I-95 and sat there for an hour, riding my breaks. It literally took me 45 minutes to move 5 miles!
I was so close to getting off at the next exit and turning around and going to my own vet and paying for them to get their vaccinations out of my own pocket.
Completely illogical, right? I know!
After I left the Humane Society, I felt so tired.
It was only noon.
I could barely keep my eyes open as I went home, picked up my daughter, took her to lunch, went shopping and then went to her new school to drop off proof of residency.
I sent my husband an email sometime during the afternoon and told him, “I think I’m depressed.”
My husband, being the stoic Marine that he is, completely ignored me. Either that, or in my sleep-deprived state, I imagined the entire thing.
I probably imagined it. |
Regardless of how I’ve felt the past few days, I keep going. One foot in front of the other, one action at a time.
I find that when I get depressed like this (and just to mention, I do not suffer from crippling depression or have any mental illnesses, so I realize it’s not this easy for a lot of people who do suffer from depression), I just have to go through the motion until I cheer up.
One foot in front of the other, one thing at a time, one day at a time…until the fog clears.
I’m hoping it clears before Friday, because we’re leaving on a 14 hour road trip to the Smokies and I need to bring my A game to keep Angeline and her cousin entertained on that car ride!
What do you do to deal with moments like these? Any tips or tricks you’d like to share that have worked for you?