Let me begin by apologizing for any typos or gramattical errors I may have in the following post.
I’ve been feeling, “funky” for a few weeks now. It’s hard for me to describe what “funky” means but, basically I’m weepy, I’m tired, I feel run down, I’m anxious, and nervous, and well… I’m depressed. I’m not suicidal. I don’t want to hurt myself, I’m not cutting myself and I don’t really know how to explain it other than I’m filled with a sense of loneliness and dread. It’s like I just know that something terrible is going to happen. It’s such a contradiction of emotions I can’t explain it without sounding like a lunatic. I’ve started feeling like I’m an unwelcome guest in my own life. I feel like all of my friends, my family, everyone would just be so much better off if I moved away and never bothered them again. Then I think about how much I will miss everyone if I leave and how much I love them and I start crying all over again. It’s like this feeling will never go away and I’m going to go nuts if I don’t figure out a way to make it stop.
Logically, I know there is nothing really wrong. I have a job, I have a place to live, I have money in the bank, I’m not sick, I’m not going hungry, everyone and everything that I love is safe and healthy, and everything is fine. Yet, I just can’t stop the tears and I certainly can’t “talk” myself out of this. Every little thing sets me off. That’s also part of my most recent problem. It’s like my brain is fighting with itself. My logical side knows that this “funk” is silly. I know that I’m not an uninvited guest in my own home, and the people that have been my friends for years haven’t all just suddenly grown tired of me and that even if I were losing my mind my family loves and supports me. I just want to make it stop and I don’t know how because knowing the right thing isn’t making this feeling go away. My logical side says it will pass, keep a positive attitude and things will be ok. Then the other side of me is afraid because I want to scream and cry, beat my chest in rage and pull my hair out. Part of me wants to sleep until this is all over. And then I will wake up and everything will be fine. Part of me feels guilty for even being depressed, seeing how other people have suffered real losses and real pain and I’m complaining about feeling “funky” and it makes me feel even worse. It’s a viscious cycle that I can’t seem to break out of.
I know that everyone gets depressed now and then, that everyone has spent some time with “the funk”, but my question is how long is too long and what should I do about it?
Thank you.
Monica