Water

Water

Moon-Over-Lake

There is a reason I live on the water. I’ve always found peace in it. I love the creatures that share their lake with me. I love the gentle motions of the boat. I love the sounds of the docks, the ducks, and the older boats creaking as they rock. But I was reminded tonight of one of the biggest reasons I love being near the water.

I’ve been battling depression on and off – mostly on – for the last couple of weeks (for years, actually, but the last couple of weeks in particular) . It has had its peaks and valleys, but I would say I’ve been in a general state of “down”. The valleys seem to come at me in two ways. Sometimes they sneak up like a cat on it’s prey, pouncing before I really know what hits me. Sometimes the come roaring in like a train with whistles blazing and bells announcing the pummeling that is on its way. Either way, as those who have been there know, we cope the best we can each moment at a time until we are able shake of the cat, crawl out from under the train and get a much needed deep breath.

One way of seeing the oncoming ordeal is to learn our own triggers. As I sit in circles with others recovering from whatever was trying to kill them, I often say that “people” are my “drug of choice”. People are also my greatest triggers. I can get very high off of people and I can sink very low as a result of them. It’s not just bad or mean or ill-willed people either. I can be triggered by the nicest, most loving and generous people I know. And regardless of their disposition and intent, the trigger is rarely if ever their fault. It almost always comes back to a through distortion or past memory or other something deep in the recesses of my brain that is just waiting for an excuse to surface.

Today was one of those train kind of days. I realized early on that it was going to be a challenge. It’s been a difficult week of sleep. There have been several challenging days of relationships. There were just enough things that popped up first thing this morning that I felt myself drawn to the edge of the track, looking for the the bright light coming right at me. And when it hit, it hit pretty hard. I went through my list of things to keep myself safe from me. I reached out to people, but people aren’t always on the page you need them to be on when you need them to be there. There were more people I could have reached out to, but frankly when people are your trigger, reaching out to more of them at some point seems counter productive. (There was a friend a few states away who was consistently there for a Facebook message when I needed a response from something other than my own voices yelling inside my head).

I cried. I slept (or tried to). I wrote. I’m not even sure what I wrote, but I line after line in my journal. I would type for 20 or 30 minutes, sometimes just putting out lists of everything that was popping into my head – only to select it all and delete it. I eventually talked myself into eating. The fog began to clear a bit and I eventually made my way to the back deck and stuck my feet in the water.

After a few minutes, I did something I hardly ever do (mostly because it’s not incredibly safe). In the dark of the night, shirt shorts and all – I just dove in the water. It was a strange blend of cool refreshing and warm comforting. The water seemed to hug me while the cool night air touched my face with little fingers of life. Water is life. Everyday there is a baptism of fresh cleansing life out my back door waiting for my submersion.

This is why I live where I live; so I can always find life when it feels like it’s hiding from me.

(Disclaimer: as “cleansing” the water feels, it’s still a lake and fish and turtles and all sorts of other stuff do all sorts of other stuff in it. There was a nice clean water shower to rinse off in before I climb into my clean sheets for the night!)

4 thoughts on “Water

  1. Thank you for your comment, Linda! It’s always a fine line for me to seek people out or to keep a “safe boundary” for myself during those moments. Much if it depends on what triggered the depression – if I can even identity it. Even if I believe it is best to “not people” in a given moment, there are people I will text, message, email, ect just so someone knows the state of mind I’m in and that I’m being intentional. Even at my least people-like moments, community is still at the heart of my healing. God uses it to keep me grounded and focused on Him!

  2. Laura Beth I hate to hear that you have been struggling lately. When I am depressed I can rarely identify or explain the cause much less see it coming. Sitting in our circles is sometimes the only cure. As usual I don’t have anything profound to say, but I wanted to remind you that I LOVE YOU DEARLY!

  3. I can say this (somewhat) easily but doing it is a whole different story! Isolating breeds depression breeds isolating breeds deeper depression so don’t do it!! Unfortunately, for me anyway, it’s so so easy to isolate and I do it so very well! Clinical depression / bipolar II causes me great pain and I hate that depression is causing you pain on this level but I LOVE that you have found this amazing outlet and are helping others by using it. Stay positive pretty lady and thank you for sharing so selflessly!

    1. Lynn, I agree whole heartedly that isolation is dangerous. I think what I was feeling that day was pressure to connecting with people for the wrong reasons. I’ve learned there are moments I need to “not people” – and to focus on my personal connection with God. It makes my efforts to not isolate more effective for me and other.

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