Ah, what an up and down week. Busy for me- again, best when I keep busy - but not the greatest of weeks . Got good news, bad news and no news. Drove myself nutty over almost nothing and worried about something I never thought I'd worry about.
Haven't felt much like writing, just taking stuff in.
Looks like lots of happenings in the next week again. Big day for my boy on Sunday - Hope things go well. If they don't his heart may be a little sad but we'll get through it. It's the boy scouts pinewood derby car race. Last year he came in first in his den! I know he now wants to win every year. He has to get used to losing - no one wins all the time, not even the Yankees LOL :) I'm afraid of he will be greatly disappointed and sad if . He is such a sensitive boy, much like me and even his dad when we were his age.
Sensitivity - it can be interpreted in so many ways - shy, moody, sad, depressed, emotional, silly, crazy, scared. I'm sure there is more. I can speak to these stereotypes because I have been there. The worst is when you are sad, depressed over sensitive and people think, or even have the balls to call you CRAZY! That is the worst by far. I have been called that in the past. Because of that, I have thought that I was and was afraid to admit I was depressed or sad or down because of how others judged. It took me almost 2 decades to find the right help and for me to realize I have a chemical imbalance in my brain. It's a combination of things that happened in my past and things that occurred in my surrounding through the years added to my state of mind.
So, since I have lots of experience in the depression world I can help my sensitive boy NOT to become like me. And if he does get down at times, I will know how to lift his spirits. I can tell him what to avoid. I've already been teaching him about getting sunlight and brushing things off (Brush that dirt off your shoulder - thanks JayZ - I sing that in my head a lot). I get so worried he is going to wind up like me - depressed as a teen and a young adult. I am doing everything I can to try to help him avoid this but it is a disease and it is hereditary. Just hope he got the good genes when it comes to this thing!
Sometimes it takes our children to inspire us to overcome our own demons. It's easy to just "go along" instead of fighting when it's just our own best interest. I've reminded myself since my daughter was just a baby that she's watching me! I can teach her all kinds of things, but she'll learn most from my example. So, I try to avoid making disparaging remarks about my body, eat healthy and teach her that you only get one body and it should be cherished and celebrated no matter it's size or shape.
ReplyDeleteYour lessons to your son are a gift. Wouldn't many of us have been better off if we had only learned how to take care of our mental health just like we were taught to brush our teeth and eat our vegetables.