It’s April Fools day (which to my chagrin the child has discovered. lately everything has included APRIL FOOLS!!! shouted at random intervals), but since we be silly every OTHER day around here Ive skewed serious.
It’s kinda like Halloween. Since I tend to dress in costume the *other* 364 days of the year—on Halloween I dress (finger quote) normally (unFQ).
Spring allergies are slamming upon us & I wanted to re-share my experience. Recently Ive felt wonky and am *so* grateful to be aware why…
To know me (I typically add “in real life” here, but this time Im fairly certain I held it together notsomuch online either) is to know I’ve struggled recently.
I havent been myself.
Instead of leaping out of bed excitedly to greet the day—Ive dragged my sorry ass up & to the coffee maker whining the entire way.
Lamenting how exhausted I am. Moaning about how I dont want to work. Groaning about bus stop waits & soccer practices.
This is totally not like me.
I love my workjob. I cant believe Im paid to blog and write.
I’ve never needed an alarm because Im *always* eager to meet each morning (Im a puppy that way).
Now layer on top of the aforementioned whining a complete lack of interest in anything.
A longing to loll in bed all day.
Not reading & snacking or movie watching & munching (two ways I readily acknowledge Id *always* wanna spend a day. those are my ideas of day-perfection.), but just supine and, well, sad.
And, because Im nothing if not an Emmy-worthy actress (not), The Tornado began apologizing and proffering notes like the one pictured above.
(The note reads I am sorry Mom. I cant blame being depressed for my not correcting the “sre” for sorry. I was inexplicably mamatouched by her misspelling.)
Of course I told her she didnt do anything wrong.
Yes I let her know I was just sad and tired and I didnt know why.
And I didnt.
Id never been depressed & it was only when I cried to Ren Man about how I just didnt have it in me to work or tweet or facebook or do the laundry or brush my hair—-did it occur to me precisely what I was describing to him.
I wasnt myself. I was a depressed version of me. A version Id never been.
I immediately did what all good bloggers do when it’s nighttime & they thinks they’ve solved a problem: I hit Google to be sure.
I read lots of articles about allergies & depression and those (coupled with my chronically itchy, oozy eyes & throat so sore I felt as though I had strep) provided the OOOOH moment I needed.
I took action from there and learned my malaise was, indeed, linked to Austin’s chart-bursting pollen count.
Intellectually I knew I lived in the self- proclaimed ‘Allergy Capital of the USA’ yet since I had no idea about the link between seasonal allergies & depression it took far too long (and far too many depressed texts. sorry about that.) for me to put this all together.
Hence this almost-fitness but more mental health PSA.
Whether you live in the (Live Music &) Allergy Capital of the USA or not—-consider yourself warned and alerted.
Whether your signs of sadness & lethargy are seasonal allergy related or not—consider yourself more aware than I.
(We can discuss the fact I have my masters in counseling later if you’d like. oops!).
- Have you ever experienced depression as a by product of seasonal allergies? Or does this, at first glance, all seem as off-the-wall to you as it did to me?
- Have you experienced depression in general? I know before I thought I was able to understand how it felt—–and I had no idea.
Id love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.