Depression is steering the keyboard tonight, thoughts and sentences may be erratic 🤷🏻♀️
I’m sitting in my corner of the couch and all I can think is, “I don’t want to go to counseling tomorrow.” My psychologist was so proud of me two weeks ago at the last session and now I have to walk into the VA tomorrow, a total mess.
I am sad. As I sit and think about the past two weeks, I come to the realization that I’ve left the house a handful of times since my last appointment. I’m wilting away in my corner of the couch. I want to leave the corner, then I feel too weak. One minute it’s nausea, another moment I feel lightheaded when I stand, so I sit back in my corner. My youngest daughter is in and out of the house, between work, her college studies and her friends. She brings me a sweet tea nearly every day at some point when she’s coming home from an outing. I’m failing my youngest. I’m not being the parent she deserves me to be. I’m depressed. My daughter knows that mommy isn’t leaving the corner of the couch. She no longer asks if I’d like a tea, she brings one. This means she’s noticed, and I didn’t realize that until just now as I’m typing, and it breaks my heart a little. I’m not embarrassed for my daughter to know I’m depressed or struggling with some emotions. I simply feel I’m not being the parent I should be.
In my corner of the couch, there’s a place for my phone, iPad, and MacBook to charge. I’ve set myself up in a little cockpit of technology. I have a tray that holds my cannabis vapes, a bottle of water, a lip balm and a few other small, daily-use items. Everything is within a comfortable reach. I can function here with the limited ROM in my left shoulder. It is my safe space and I’m spending more and more time in it. Hours go by and my daughter and boyfriend may have left and come home and I have not left my corner.
I have spent close to 75% of the past couple weeks in my corner on the couch. I don’t want to go to counseling tomorrow…
4 thoughts on “My Corner Of the Couch”
I read your confessions. And I can’t help but feel the same way. I want to refuse depression. Thought I was stronger than that. As life goes on I’m not so sure . I feel the same way my little corner
Exactly why you go to counseling, especially when you don’t want to.
I have been indoors too much! I’m going to go get some natural sunshine vitamin D right now. Then I’m going to get some work started even if I can not do as much as I wish. Must do my PT exercises today, no matter what.
Using all my tricks to make my brain happier.
I talk to myself, saying… Keep moving forward. Worry won’t help.
Hug your kids. Share your heart with them, that’s the most important work you can do.
As I sit in my corner of my couch with my table containing my phone, remotes, water, hair clip, and cannabis just a few feet from the tv and plugs to charge my phone, I want you to know you are not alone. I get it. My spot is home. It is safe. Please go to counseling. It is hard to go, but so very worth it. You….are worth it.
We with chronic conditions all have our safe spot. Mine is my home/bedroom which has black out shades because to calm me I need darkness. I get depressed but I allow myself a few days to rest and I start again. One day at a time. I didn’t want to see a psychologist a few years ago but it definitely paid off. I found out that I had PTSD from a hospital visit. Once I knew what I was feeling Zi could deal with the situation. Don’t give up Jamie! Keep your appointments! ❤️😎💜✌️💙