Re: Depression (A question)

[Guest guest]

Hi Everyone,

I am just wondering how many of us are alone? I know that some of us are in

an " older " age bracket ( only because you mention it at times) and I wonder if

it is worse because of that. I am 35 and with my 2 kids and job I sometimes

wonder if I do get some good nights of sleep still because, 1. I have the

kids, dinner, laundry, my job, etc. etc. or 2. because I am still a few years

younger than some and this thing hasn't gotten as bad as it's going to get?

You know what I am saying.. when you have so much to do you just go til ya

drop and when you are alone sometimes (not always) you aren't as active both

mentally and physicaly.

I am not saying that I don't have my BAD nights at times... I do!! I just

don't ever remember a time when I went days without any sleep. I can see why

that would make anyone depressed. I know that praying is sometimes a comfort

to me and a saying that my Granny always told me, God never gives you more

than you can handle.

Just curious

Raine

[Guest guest]

Hi Everyone,

I am just wondering how many of us are alone? I know that some of us are in

an " older " age bracket ( only because you mention it at times) and I wonder if

it is worse because of that. I am 35 and with my 2 kids and job I sometimes

wonder if I do get some good nights of sleep still because, 1. I have the

kids, dinner, laundry, my job, etc. etc. or 2. because I am still a few years

younger than some and this thing hasn't gotten as bad as it's going to get?

You know what I am saying.. when you have so much to do you just go til ya

drop and when you are alone sometimes (not always) you aren't as active both

mentally and physicaly.

I am not saying that I don't have my BAD nights at times... I do!! I just

don't ever remember a time when I went days without any sleep. I can see why

that would make anyone depressed. I know that praying is sometimes a comfort

to me and a saying that my Granny always told me, God never gives you more

than you can handle.

Just curious

Raine

[Guest guest]

Raine,

I am 51 years old and I am anything but

alone. I have 5 children and the youngest will be 15 on the 25th of this

month. Needless to say, I am very busy just with him as he plays on the

high school soccer team, is in the band, and is very involved in Church

activities as I am also. I work at the high school my son attends,

sponsor the climbing team, am outreach leader in the middle school

Sunday school dept., work with the youth at my Church in various

aspects,

lifegaurd during the summer, and am an actively participating

grandmother of 7 (soon to be 8). Not that your thought was not a good

one. These thoughts and ideas are what keep us thinking and pondering

what " could help " . This is simply a comment on what you were asking

about. My Rls is worse now, but I think it has more to do with increase

in symptoms due to age in general and not age due to being alone. It

would be interesting to see if others feel the same or different.

Ninette - 51 - TN

Last, but certainly not least, I also depend on

God to get me through each day. I would not make it from day to day

without HIM, and yes,

HE never puts more on us than we can bear, but not of ourselves alone,

but through HIM.

Thanks for an inspiring message and a good question.

[Guest guest]

Oh Raine my dear you threw me tumbling end for end back 37 years! There I

was 35 years old living in Nobleboro Maine way out in the boonies (there

were neighbors way across the fields). I had a husband who couldn't seem to

find a job preferring to stay down in the woodlot cutting wood to heat the

house. We had two children, our son age 5 and daughter age 1. I was out of

my mind trying to make ends meet getting behind in mortgage payments etc.

I'd managed to start a boarding kennel so I could be home during the day so

during the day, with my baby on my back, I tended to the kennel, did

housework, cooking, canning etc. After the kids were asleep I laid down for

a little over 2 hours then had to get up and go to work in Waldoboro 5 miles

away to work in a factory that made starters for fluorescent lamps. That

was from 11PM till 7AM. I took Nodoze tabs to keep awake. Come 7AM it

started all over again. After about 3 months I felt like I had holes in my

stomach from the Nodoze and was on the thin edge of a breakdown. I won't

bore you any further except to say that today I can't remember any movies

that were popular during the sixties and early seventies, nor can I really

recall much TV or details of world events. I don't remember RLS during that

time but that doesn't mean I didn't have it. It began to enter my conscious

somewhere back in the early seventies as the kids grew up and since they

left along with my divorce and my life settling down it has peaked and now

has come under somewhat control thanks to medications and other helps.

I was just too taken up with survival, living day to day trying the best I

knew how to get by. I did make it to church each week and feel that was

what strengthened me. I prayed constantly for courage and strength because

I simply had none of my own. I built on the knowledge that my Grandma had

been left with three young sons in a strange country and managed to triumph

over her circumstances through unbelievable hardships. So I just kept my

eyes and heart on the Lord and bulled it through.

Here I am now at almost 72. I no longer have the responsibility of my

children. Fourteen years ago I sent my blister of a husband down the road

so I've finally been able to concentrate on my RLS and other physical

problems. I've no complaints. I have Machka and Mr. Biggles who make life

an adventure plus my myriad of other interests. My children, though they

don't live nearby are very close to me and loving and I have two very dear

young grandchildren. Most important I now have time for Bible study,

fellowship with other Christians and a secure feeling that I know where I'm

going.

God Bless Us All!!!

Cheers!

Jeanne and Mr. Biggles in Poultney VT

Where the sun shines, the snow glistens and Mr Biggles is driving me nuts

shouting at every speck that moves outside the picture window downstairs.

Excuse me while I go beat the h--- out of him.........