It wasn’t to long ago that I lost a loved one to a bout of depression. It’s a terrible disease. As I had posted earlier the mind is one of the most powerful muscles in the body. You either control it or it controls you. There is no in between.
A lot went through my mind after her death. The biggest question was why. When I had met this woman she was one of the most cheerful people in the world. Her attitude matched mine. I remember the night we met like it was yesterday. She sat there talking to me kissing her arm saying attitude is gratitude and I love myself. She had the most beautiful blue eyes, they were crystal clear. Skin so smooth without a blemish on it. She was a tri-athlete, raw foodest, I mean seriously she was everything a man could want. We talked for hours and exchanged numbers at the end of the evening. Now throughout the conversations we had over the course of time we were together, she had expressed to me that she had went through a bout of depression when she was getting divorced from her husband, but that had been a couple years earlier. I related it to my situation and was very understanding about it. Long story short and about 6 months later there was something different about her. Her attitude had changed a little. Her personality had changed. She started to withdraw herself from me. But there was something more to it. Something I just couldn’t put my finger on. Now thinking I had suffered a bout of depression through my divorce. I know I withdrew myself from other but that didn’t leave me to walk away from people, in fact it made me want to express what was on my mind even more. It was me wanting to basically get people to pity me. The situation I dealt with her was complete and total withdraw. Not wanting to talk what so ever. One day she would want to talk to me and another she would not even answer the phone. As she started to go into this she told me that the bout of depression that she had when she going through the divorce with her husband made her have thoughts of suicide. Now honestly I have never had thoughts like that. I mean I couldn’t even imagine not being here let alone leaving loved one’s behind. Our talks became less and less and I would always try to point out the positive to her life rather then her wanting to talk about the negative. She would laugh a little on the phone. I could always tell when she smiled and talked at the same time because there was a change in the tone of her voice so I knew that what ever I was saying was making her happy for the moment. Over the course of a few weeks our talks became less and less but she would always say the same thing. ” I have to beat this Joe . ” It’s true she had to beat it. She had told me one time that the mind was the most powerful muscle in our body. This is where I get that statement from. How true.
I hadn’t heard from her in several weeks and ironically enough I had been looking through some old things or ours, cards, dates we had planned out, etc… and there it was. The phone tone I had programmed for her when she called. I almost didn’t answer. I took a deep breath and answered.
The call was about 2 hours and an expression of love on her end and understanding on mine. I didn’t want to hang up. I let her talk and speak her mind and all she kept saying was I have to beat this.
It was a sad 3 months from that phone call on out. The talks were always sporadic, never knew if she was going to answer the phone or not or if she was going to call or not. The talks were always the same, she had to beat it. Now I couldn’t understand any of it. I was pulled into something far bigger then anything I could comprehend. The human mind.
The human mind. How scary. Were truly just now starting to discover how it works and truthfully how powerful it is.
3 months after that call came a fateful day. She wanted to see me. She had moved into her mothers house and taken a leave of absense from work. She had asked if I would come over. I hadn’t seen her for months. I had just kept in contact via phone and I would send her inspirational messages via text. Approx 5 mins befor arriving to her mothers house I called and let her know I was almost there. I pulled down the street and drove slow. I was so nervous, I was shaking. My hands were sweating and my pulse jumped when I was about 5 houses away. There she was standing at the door with her mother right behind her. I barely pulled in the driveway and slammed my car into park and jumped out to race toward her as she ran from the door to meet me half way. It will be one of the most memorable things that has ever happened to me. It was like a scene right out of the movies. She ran into my arms crying like a newborn baby. I could see her mom and dad standing in the door both crying and myself I was doing the same thing. We grabbed each other and held on so tight as if we were falling from a building. Perhaps we were. She buried her face into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her to not let go. To let her know that I was there and that I was going to save her from anything. She looked up at me and said those 3 magic words. I love you. I looked at her and whispered I know, I love you to.
Something was different. Something had changed about here. She looked up at me again. Here eyes weren’t clear, her skin was different. She had expressed to me that she couldn’t eat or sleep, but I looked at her and I knew something was going on in her mind that had chemically changed her.
After all the tears and hugs, saying hello to her mom and dad, she and I took a walk. She had expressed to me that she was seeing a counselor and that she was on medication. She had also expressed that it wasn’t working and that she couldn’t sleep and had not slept in weeks. Our walk was to a stream near her mothers house. By the time we got there she had told me things I just couldn’t understand. I was empathetic with her. I could not sympathize for I had never been through what she was going through. All I knew is I would stand by her side and walk what ever path she was walking. To be continued…
