I encourage people to write when they are depressed, grieving, or having emotional issues they don't understand. So I encouraged myself to do this today. I am blue. Is there really a reason? No. Probably not. I'm not down in the dumps, severely depressed, but definitely feeling a little less than.
So, I don't know what good it will do to write because I don't really know what it's all about. I think I will explore a bit. I stopped taking my anti-depressant a few weeks ago. I ran out and didn't get any right away. After I refilled my prescription I didn't start taking it right away because I wasn't sure that it was to my benefit. I was prescribed this medicine many years ago to help with my fibromyalgia and lupus, not for depression. Last year I tried getting off it and had a major lupus flare lasting several weeks, so I decided to get back on it since it was apparently doing more good than I had realized. But, this time I was discovering that the pain I had in my muscles was definitely more significant. I always have knots all over my body, but now they were massive. I can only imagine the toxins in my body to create them. I also was feeling each joint in my body much more distinctly. The good news was that I wasn't feeling the complete lethargy that I have been battling lately. Perhaps the anti-depressant was creating much of the total fatigue. I find I would much rather deal with pain than with chronic and overwhelming fatigue. That is the reason I haven't started taking that Lexapro again yet. Maybe my "blues" could be attributed to that too.
Or maybe it's still unresolved grief. The other day I had another of my "moving" dreams. I have had those dreams for years. Ever since Bud and I divorced. They aren't every night, just every once in awhile. Probably an average of once every one or two months. They are always changing in part. One time the kids will be little, sometimes they are grown. Once in a while the kids aren't even in the dream at all. The house we are moving from isn't one we actually lived in, but the dream does include our Chino neighbors. We always have a time limit on staying in our house. It is always imperative that we move quickly, for some reason. Sometimes it is to move to a new unplanned foreign place. Once in awhile it is because we either are losing our house or have sold it. Sometimes it is even because the house is falling apart due to earth moving underneath it. In these dreams over the years Bud has become more and more aggressive in his actions, and I have become more and more frustrated. In the beginning he just procrastinated packing and renting a truck to move things. I used lots of polite encouragement to move it along and failing miserably in the dream. Then Bud's actions toward helping moved toward passive aggressive and apathetic in nature. Mine matched in a level of frustration and angst. The dream this week had Bud downright impossible to move and very angry. Nothing like the real Bud's character. I was then yelling and screaming to create action. Nothing like my real character. In the dream I recognize it's a reoccurring dream and question what is it supposed to mean. When I wake I recognize that I want to remember details and do remember more than one usually recalls of a dream. The feeling of the dream affects the entire day and sometimes I have to recognize that an incident or feeling is from the dream not reality. So maybe that's the reason my shoulders are down, tears are at the edges of my eyes, and I just feel uneasy.
Then maybe it's because I just spent the evening last night and the morning with Scott, Cynthia, Grace, Jane, Lucas, Marque, Sarah, Leah, and Dax and I'm missing that family that I'm not around more often. I feel sad for the relationship I don't have with the kids. I think Grace feels connected to me, but Lucas and Jane do not and that does sadden me, though I don't take it personally. Or try not to. I understand, logically, that it's because they don't see me enough, not that I'm not lovable. However, we can't always help the feelings that sneak in around the logic. Scotty gave me a couple extra large hugs but it makes me realize how far we have drifted apart. Again logic gives me plenty to help me understand, but I actually grieve those old connections we had. I actually feel more comfortable with Cynthia than I do him. Cynthia's mom was with them. I think we had the best connection we ever had. It felt genuine on both sides I think. I was so grateful for that. But, maybe still a little jealous to know she was going on this trip with them and they never considered including me. I'm glad she was going, and I certainly wouldn't want to impinge on their trip together just still a little sad not to have been invited, or at least considered, or even told that she was going with them. Also, Marque and Sarah didn't invite me. I know that is a matter of space, time, and alot of other reasons but since the other grandma was going I just felt a little left out. I am very grateful for Donna (Samantha's mom), Cheryl (Cynthia's mom) and Christine (Sarah's mom). We share grandchildren so they are very important to me too. It's great the the grandkids love their other Grandma's but I think I wouldn't be normal if I didn't get jealous of Cheryl because she does get to see the kids more. Perhaps Christine and Donna have the same feelings. I am sure they are happy I grandparent their grandchildren, but also feel some jealousy for time spent with them that they don't have as frequently. Maybe none of this has anything to do with my blueness either. Just not sure.
I am so excited about Jim and Samantha's upcoming endowments in the temple and the opportunity to be there with them. It is just a blessing to know how much they are enjoying their new involvement in the church. It ties a few more ends up when we think of the Trosper Family continuing into the eternities. There are so many things to be grateful for and of course I am really good at counting my blessings and usually can turn things around pretty quickly when I am down. Maybe I am supposed to be in this moment a little longer to distinguish what the pain comes from, or maybe I am supposed to go read my scriptures, communicate with friends, have a conversation with the Lord and get over it. Hmmmmm.....I guess I will just go and ponder. I'm sure I will be back to normal tomorrow if not sooner.
It does do good to write it out. Just to let the thoughts wander, and spend some one on one time with Leslie. She is a pretty good listener.
