Posted 2/14/2011 2:54 PM (GMT -5)
Wow. I have been wandering around the house (aimlessly, as usual) and have been pondering the emotional aspects of all that we deal with and decided to post a question. And here is someone else out there going through a similar thing.
How are others are feeling? Is this near complete lack of interest just me, or is it common?
I have so many skills, talents, tools, materials, two workshops, organic garden and orchard, and yet I do nearly nothing. Since I was a little boy, I've ALWAYS loved to build things - models, forts, hobbies, and later when I was an adult, I restored old cars and finally, old houses. I loved it all! So satisfying!
All through it though, I was in chronic low-grade pain and lacked vitality but my dreams carried me through. Never had very much stamina, but I always would rest and at least daydream about building and creating.
Turns out I was suffering from congenital hypoadrenacorticism, passed down from my very sick mother. I blamed myself all these years (and others did too, my wife being one) until I recently discovered what had happened.
I'm retired on an old 35 acre farm in the mountains and have every day to myself, but here I sit in apathy. I almost wish I was back at work, but the bad, painful, foggy-headed days would have me quitting and running (well, hobbling is more like it) for the exit.
Two years ago I came down with LD, at least I believe. And ever since "something" has disappeared. My interest. I feel nothing. And when I do I'm crying. A song, hearing an accomplishment of some sort, and boo hoo.
I bought all this recording equipment and musical instruments and there it sits silent. I bought materials for the greenhouse, seeds for the garden, planned to raise more of our own food and enough to sell at the local market, and now they sit in heaps, a silent testimony to my lack of fundamental vitality.
I don't want to live much longer, at least not this way. I used to think that folks who got depressed were stupid and all they had to do was change their mind and be happy. I wanted to live forever and always figured I'd have a way out of any threatening predicament that I would come up against. I figured if I found out the problem I could fix it, "restore" my health and live comfortably.
Not now. I get up, eat, fart around, watch tv, sleep for ten hours and do it again the next day. What's happened to me?!!! Am I just not good enough?!!! Am I just a wimp?!!
Herbert