Hello. I’m back.
After about the twelfth person asked, “Are you still posting?” I thought, “Okay. People actually read this thing,” and I began to rummage around for blogging ideas to welcome the winter and resurface.
The fact of the matter: it’s time for me to talk about other stuff. Diet isn’t the whole enchilada. So I’ve relaunched, and obviously renamed too.
Years ago, a friend of mine asked what I did to manage my depression–out of the blue, an email. I replied and immediately felt foolish: I’d sent her an enormous list. Around that time I realized if I was ever going to beat chronic depression it would take a lot of my time and energy. It was a whisper of intuition. I didn’t know that my growing list of strategies would make me better, but I wanted to try.
So, here’s the other bit– maybe not what you want to hear but it’s a significant part of the equation that I’d left out of my blog before now.
All year long, I run.
At least 20km a week. Sometimes closer to 50. And over the last decade, it’s become my belief that if one focuses on treating the physical body as an honoured, well-oiled machine, the mind will automatically fall into line. Fundamentally, this is how I’ve shifted things.
Going vegan about 18 months ago–and off coffee around the same time; although I still drink an insane amount of black tea–felt like a last piece of the puzzle sliding into place. I just finally felt sort of normal, the way I was when I was a kid, and not afraid every minute that some cycle of thinking would throw me totally out-of-whack. I trusted my mind to behave. But to be fair, I was already pretty well by then; I’d been running for nearly ten years.
(Side Note: It’s always been about reducing the frequency of “out-of-whack” episodes, and how quickly I can get myself back to feeling fine. In 25 years I’ve gone from wall-to-wall depression, 24/7, to spans of 6 months where I feel great. I can turn it around in less than 24 hours now. It used to take me weeks.)
So what I’m getting at, and what was missing from my blog before is…. there is no single cure-all. You won’t go vegan and your mind will never betray you again. If you have chronic mental illness, managing it will always require some work.
My grandfather sat in a Lazyboy and smoked a pipe my entire childhood, never speaking to me. After he died, my mother said, “He was depressed.” My grandmother’s Christian devotion eclipsed her so completely, she couldn’t seem to cope otherwise. When I became severely depressed at 18, I wondered why I felt my own life falling away but, eerily, it seemed that no one noticed. In reality, those with emotional problems suffer invisibly, even with family and friends all around them. And these days, a therapist prescribes some pharmaceutical which perhaps gives mysterious relief, without requiring any actual work whatsoever by the patient.
Listen. No one can help you but you. The struggle is lonely. So is the cure. But you can shift your reality if you’re willing to work hard for it.
The following illustration lends us some insight on this concept…
So thanks to false starts and opportunities to relaunch, I may now include links to anything and everything I find comforting and smart. (For example, cartoons like the one above by Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half fame. Find Allie’s work here.) Which, honestly, I wanted to do all along but I thought it might not jive with a food blog.
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‘Til then, comrades…
Secret of the universe: relaunch as necessary.