The Springtime Blues

Spring is absolutely here in central Texas. The weather is beautiful, if on the cold side some mornings, but it's like the moment it was officially spring the world woke up. It could be that we had some rain this last week, but all the trees are budding and flowering. It's gorgeous, but I'm feeling pretty low lately which, if I'm being honest, is ruining the fun of welcoming spring.


My emotions have been all over the place, but the one thing I'm feeling above all else is completely and totally numb. I'm either bored or tired all the time, my house is a huge mess and I have no drive to clean it up. I'm ambivalent about pretty much everything, except some uncertainty with Matt's job, which is making me a total basket case. I can't remember the last time I felt happy or even content. It doesn't bode well for the rest of the year and that's making me feel a little bit sad because this is supposed to be the best year. This is the year I was accepted as a doctoral student, this is the year that I'm taking risks, and to start out so ambivalent and shaky and sad is giving me anxiety.


It's making me worry about things that haven't happened yet. So, while spring is a season of renewal, all I can do is worry about what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen. I want to say that I'm open to making changes in how I see things, that I won't worry about anything anymore, but it's not true. It's not who I am. Worrying is a part of how I function and interact with the world. It means that I never get the chance to make changes and open myself to everything spring represents. I don't think I ever will. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm realistic enough to know that this is something about myself that I can't change.

The one good thing about feeling like this during the spring, when I know I should feel differently--or better--is that it's made me think again about therapy. I'm feeling like I could benefit from it, like that's the way I could take advantage of the whole theme of spring thing, but there are moments when I wonder what I would say. I wonder whether it would be a complete waste of time and my $30 copay. I wonder if they'll tell me I'm just being a brat, that I'm lazy and that my life, however bleak it looks to me, isn't so bad. I also wonder how therapy could possibly work when depressed people often can't see the source of depression, which makes it pretty hard to talk about it. Then again, I'm not trained for that and they are. Maybe I should go.

I hope that wherever you are you're having a better spring than than I am. That it's full of the cheer that spring brings and who knows, maybe next week things will look up and I'll start to feel better. Fingers crossed.

3 comments

  1. Sorry you're not feeling particularly 'springy' Kristyn. I wonder if the first step to getting rid of your blues is to clean up your house? I know that I get pretty depressed when my house has gone a long time being messy. It does something to my psyche. A clean, open house makes me feel cheerier and more motivated to do other things. Unfortunately I know it's a grueling job and just finding the motivation to do it seems impossible. Not sure how to remedy that.

    I say just try out one therapy session, and then you can decide if it's right for you.

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  2. All advice I should almost certainly take. There'll come a point when I can't function because my house is such a mess and I'll clean it up. But, in this case, the house being a mess is a result of my depression, not the other way around. That said, maybe doing something useful will make me feel better!

    Also, I think I may take your advice and go to just one session to see if it's useful for me--or if it could/might be useful at some point. Thanks for the suggestion, Jodi. :)

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  3. Oh good, I'm glad you're going to give the therapy a shot. At least if you try it out once, you can stop wondering if it's something that might improve your quality of life right now.

    And no problem! :-)

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