Reflections
Sarah's management of stress is a work in progress; from experience, she knows what works for her and tries a routine of sleep, breakfast of water and yohurt, daily walks and chores and finally running. This plan comes out of experience and lots of research. When depression hits, look for a project that is physically exhausting. Sarah takes on the children, the house, a demanding job and still needs the release of Worries Track to unwind her emotions.
Before I destroyed my knee in 1990, running cross country with my father helped to balance a stressful married life with two little boys, part-time university courses and a full-time job. The teaching job wore me out for the next ten years along with running after the boys. As regular habits of sleep, healthy eating and exercise took a back seat, anxiety and depression began to strangle me. I tried the prescriptions and used them for years to try to regain control of the fluctuating steep pitch into negativity. I did not like the dull passivity of the drugs; sometimes it is appropriate to grieve, and I have let myself do that. Battling back takes one step at a time as trite as that sounds.
Trips with Poppop all over the city and surrounding counties revealed a collection of acquaintances who were good for an afternoon of talking and drinking. Leo Drescher liked to hang in bars or in the backyards of his friends's houses and have a good time. We went with him one or two at a time to give my parent's a break. He talked to everyone, flirted grandly and was generous to a fault. He also could tell a story with the lines of dialogue completely acted out like a script. One day, I will write his adventure about digging graves and getting caught in a thunderstorm. He is another story all together.
Before I destroyed my knee in 1990, running cross country with my father helped to balance a stressful married life with two little boys, part-time university courses and a full-time job. The teaching job wore me out for the next ten years along with running after the boys. As regular habits of sleep, healthy eating and exercise took a back seat, anxiety and depression began to strangle me. I tried the prescriptions and used them for years to try to regain control of the fluctuating steep pitch into negativity. I did not like the dull passivity of the drugs; sometimes it is appropriate to grieve, and I have let myself do that. Battling back takes one step at a time as trite as that sounds.
Trips with Poppop all over the city and surrounding counties revealed a collection of acquaintances who were good for an afternoon of talking and drinking. Leo Drescher liked to hang in bars or in the backyards of his friends's houses and have a good time. We went with him one or two at a time to give my parent's a break. He talked to everyone, flirted grandly and was generous to a fault. He also could tell a story with the lines of dialogue completely acted out like a script. One day, I will write his adventure about digging graves and getting caught in a thunderstorm. He is another story all together.