Have you
ever felt like you are totally alone?
Even if it’s a lie, that’s how depression is for me. I feel disconnected from people. I feel alone even when I’m surrounded by
people. I’m so into my misery that I
don’t feel a ‘part of’ other people. I
feel somehow different, and that’s truly a lonely feeling. As I grew up with
Maxine, that is pretty much how I defined my life. So, the support that I allowed in was pretty
narrow. The result is that as an adult,
I’m pretty much a social being. I enjoy
being around people. I love hearing
their stories. I want to share myself
with them. Except at those times when I
am depressed. When I am in the middle of
a tough time, I tend to hide out. I
don’t particularly want to be seen. And
I will avoid those occasions when I am required to be with others. As a result,
I spend a lot of time by myself. Alone
and lonely. Because I know this about
myself, I tend to avoid times of solitude when I am feeling good. It reminds me of depressed times if I am
alone too much. As a matter of fact, too
much alone time can be a trigger for depression for me.
Imagine my
surprise at finding out those times of solitude can be healing. In recent months, I have gone from staying
with my daughter to living on my own. In
my own private space. No family. No friends.
Just myself. It’s a small space
with just enough room for one person. I
live my life simply. Many of my
possessions are back in Orlando. Most
likely, they are lost forever. The way I
am now living reminds me of a gift that a friend gave me when my daughter was
young. She gave me a needlepoint in a
frame that said: “The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you
have.” In this new space, I am living
with the basics. I’m spending time on my
own. When the door shuts on my space,
I’m by myself. I’m even disconnected
from the internet because I haven’t yet called the cable company to hook it
up. The time spent on my own could be
very lonely. It hasn’t been. Somewhere in the middle of my period of
adjustment, I realized how peaceful I felt. Given the fact that depression and
alone time are so intertwined in my mind, this is ironic. And I am content with what I’ve got.
I’ve learned
that being alone is an opportunity to nurture myself. I watch movies. I read.
I relax. I get adequate sleep. Sometimes I simply think about the events of
the day. I decompress from the stress of
working. The nice part is that I don’t
feel obligated to please another human being when I’m in this private
space. If I do chores, it is so I can be
comfortable. Now, of course, nobody
should be totally alone. The thing that
makes this easy for me to cope with is that there are people who are there for
me at other times. I have a small, but
powerful, support system. I spend time
with my daughter and her roommate. I
spend time with friends from work. When
I moved into my space, my friends L. and M. seemed happier about it than I
was. They are there to help decorate and
have generously contributed to my comfort in this new space. We spend time talking and interacting. I am truly not ‘alone’. I love the fact that I can spend time with
friends and family. Now, I also love the
fact that I can spend time with Judy.
There is a
different feeling when you are alone and peaceful than when you are lonely because
of depression. Solitude isn’t a dirty
word. When you choose to nurture
yourself, you are behaving in a healthy way.
Being able to do so contributes to maintaining your mental health. It isn’t the same thing as isolation. This was an important thing for me to
learn. Alone time while nurturing yourself
is a powerful recovery tool. Different
people do this in different ways. Some
spend time in nature. I have a friend
that spends time working in her garden.
Others spend time reading or writing.
Some people exercise. I find that
all of that works. And solitude adds to my
pleasure in the activity. What about
you? Do you spend time by yourself in
nurturing activities? What do you
do? How does it help your state of mind? Does it help your mood? I would love to hear from you!
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