I have a deep secret to share. In the past I may even have used the word “dark” to describe it. But not today. Not ever again. Holding onto shame over my weakness won’t do me any good. I chose to be open about my flaws so that I can overcome them. Just like those before me that were open about theirs…served me. So I will serve.
Before I share what it is, let me tell you what I endure as a result of it. Every fucking day.
Depression, racing thoughts, self medicating tendencies, extreme memory loss, shame, guilt, hopelessness, fatigue, difficulty concentrating, irritability, chronic pain without a known cause, suicidal ideation, difficulty sleeping, anger, confusion, sensitivity, delusions, a tendency to isolate myself, and on and on we go. Where it stops, who the hell knows. Oh, and medication. Every day. For the rest of my days.
Do not misunderstand. I am no victim. I overcome this crap, every day of my life. I FIGHT for my joy. For my peace. And I fight hard! I will not let the darkness take control of me. Although sometimes I feel like it will. Sometimes I think it has.
Every day I fight to smile. And if I don’t, it is because the demon on my back is fighting me harder than usual.
Have you guessed what it is yet?
When I meet new people, I feel like a fraud. How can I explain what I am? They don’t really know who I am, and what I wrestle every day. Like when I don’t return a phone call, and someone is offended, I wish I could explain. I might say, “My head was pounding as I was fighting depressive mood swings with all of my strength. It zapped me of all my ability to deal with anything but my next breath. How are you?”…or something along those lines.
I have always been afraid of labels. C-R-A-Z-Y is my least favorite. My biggest fear is if someone knows this truth about me…I will be stamped with the C word and abandoned. Left in the dust.
I often joke with my friends that I am crazy. They always laugh. Inside of me I am screaming, “It’s true!”. I just wish they knew and it was over with. They could hug me, love me, and accept me. Check please.
When I first met my husband, this terrible secret hung over me like a terminal diagnosis. I was terrified he would leave me. I finally broke down and told him. Ready and expecting to never hear from him again. I concluded by telling him I was damaged goods, and it was best for him to move along. I am no good to anybody. I didn’t want him to have to endure my living hell with me. Nor did I expect him to want too. Why would anyone?
His response to my confession startled, shocked, and moved me speechless. He saw something beautiful in my heart, there was no way he was using any excuse to dismiss me from his life. He told me WE would deal with this TOGETHER. My salty tears kept me from speaking. His love began to crack the pain that covered my heart, and had for so many years… as I had struggled in a personal prison of agony. He has been the blessing that really opened me to living my LIFE. To feeling, seeing, and overcoming. He holds my hand through every peak and every valley. He deals with my mood swings, my rage, my depression. That is no easy task. He is….my love, my strength, my HEART.
He sees me on my worst days, and still loves me. Sometimes I wonder if he is the CRAZY one….He is amazing.
I think working in prison makes sense now. In my worst days I could have easily been sick enough to make a mistake that cost me my freedom. I am sure I actually have made many. But GOD has a plan for me, for all of us. It is easier to support my students in love, when I know what it feels like to expect no one to love you. For no one to try and understand you and help you become well…or at least better. I know what it feels like to think you are broken, defective, and worthless.
Only GOD knows what is in a man’s heart.
Have you guessed yet? Do you know? I am sure you are scratching your brain.
I NEVER talk about this. I allude. Sometimes I drop hints, secretly hoping someone will guess and publicly declare their acceptance and love for me anyway. Maybe even love me more in spite of it. I know my Mama does. Thank goodness for her.
I am what I am because my Lord made me this way. I am no accident. I am Depressed.