Showing posts with label what scares me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what scares me. Show all posts

Friday, September 2, 2011

Wake up...

It has been on my mind and sometimes I wonder why I have to deal with my sickness. Its really not fair. I have no wounds that show, no broken bones, no open woundseven though it feels like it sometimes. You can't see what hurts, I can't point to a spot and say.... that's it. I can't be diagnosed with a MRI or a mammogram. It's just there... inside my head like a cancer.


I'm severely depressed... and I have been diagnosed because I recognized the signs. Some people don't.

I know I've talked about it before, but yesterday... it scared me. I have a friend right now that has had a hard time dealing with his depression. I'm not sure what has happened, but right now his mind is in another world. I hate that for him and his family. I know how he feels. I know how it feels to hurt so freaking bad and no one understands why. I made a post a couple days ago saying that I was going to make it a point to be happy, but I haven't been that successful. It makes me happy to blog and get everything out so if you are tired of reading it, sorry... deal or don't.

I know a lot of people have a hard time dealing with or trying to understand depression and bi-polar disorder. Both are a horrible disease that really can not be cured no matter how hard you try. You can be medicated, but it takes years to find the right mix or cocktail of drugs to make a person feel half way normal, and by that I mean somewhat comfortable in our own skin. We never feel normal. There are days that I feel like I could crawl out of my skin, seriously. Everything hurts and if I could just get out of this body maybe I could feel better. So with that I get anxiety attacks. Sometimes at night I get RLS from it too. So maybe if I stretch my legs out a little further I could go to sleep, but I get so stressed out from it that I cry myself to sleep.

People with depression, real depression, won't tell you either. We are not proud of it, but we need someone to talk to about it now and then. Sometimes the Dr. will just shuffle us in like cattle, write a new script and send us on our way. Mine will at least spend 15 minutes with me to see how I am. All good? Good deal.... here is your supply see you in two months. Sometimes that pill can be hard to swallow, but he means well and at the moment.... I can deal with life in general.

My husband does not understand it at all. He doesn't realize that sometimes he can say just the right thing to send me over the edge... right now I'm on the edge and he keeps pushing me a little at a time. That's ok, we always bounce back. I guess it is pretty obvious I'm in my low cycle right now... have been for about a month or so. When I'm like that I don't find very many things amusing. I can't keep track of the humor that goes on around the house. It's almost like I'm a zombie. I wish I could just snap out of it

You would be amazed at the number of people that go undiagnosed every year. I have friends that I see the sure signs of depression, but they don't do anything. They think they can "deal" with feeling blue.... for months at a time, for no reason why... go get some help please? Thank you.

So for me the day goes on. I keep pressing on. There isn't much I can do about it. People pray for me and I think it helps, but it is a sickness and one day... one day... I hope I can get past it.


Psalm 88
    
 1 LORD, you are the God who saves me;
   day and night I cry out to you.
2 May my prayer come before you;
   turn your ear to my cry.
 3 I am overwhelmed with troubles
   and my life draws near to death.
4 I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
   I am like one without strength.
5 I am set apart with the dead,
   like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
   who are cut off from your care.
 6 You have put me in the lowest pit,
   in the darkest depths.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me;
   you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.[d]
8 You have taken from me my closest friends
   and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
 9 my eyes are dim with grief.
   I call to you, LORD, every day;
   I spread out my hands to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
   Do their spirits rise up and praise you?
11 Is your love declared in the grave,
   your faithfulness in Destruction[e]?
12 Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
   or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
 13 But I cry to you for help, LORD;
   in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Why, LORD, do you reject me
   and hide your face from me?
 15 From my youth I have suffered and been close to death;
   I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
16 Your wrath has swept over me;
   your terrors have destroyed me.
17 All day long they surround me like a flood;
   they have completely engulfed me.
18 You have taken from me friend and neighbor—
   darkness is my closest friend.

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

my biggest fear

fo reals yo... I can't believe it myself.. it's Saturday!

All week long I have woke up every morning at my bright and early 6:00 a.m. and then lay in bed till 6:30 because I just KNEW it really was Saturday and someone was playing a horrible trick on me. Nope... no such luck. But this morning... my dream dream came true! Ahhh... Saturday mornings.

Such days like this I wake up at 6:30 instead of 6:00, lay in the bed till 7:00 unless the husband is being SUPER sweet and full of love. Then I get to stay in bed till 8'ish. He was being super sweet this morning. I don't know what got into him but I'm sure he has some super secret plan to get out of the house today wit either his dad or one of his buddies for an extended period of time. As of right now he has been gone to the local Volunteer Fire Department for about... 30 minutes, with one of the guys. I love my husband.

Anyhow, so my time here with the girls and the computer has given me a moment to reflect on recent events and I just had to tell you about one of the things that frightens me the most, I know... beautiful Saturday morning and I'm going to get all morbid on your ass. Sorry about that. So here it goes...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Central to Whynot, Central to Causeyville, Central to Vimville
I have a report of a structure fire, report of a structure fire. 1587 Highway 19 South, 1587 19 south, Structure fire, fully involved.
I am startled awake, its 2:13 a.m. and the only reason I know that is I just got completely scared out of my skin by the pager going off.

The husband gets out of bed, puts on his jeans and boots that are always laid out at the end of the bed, kisses me bye, and heads out the door. Then  I hear him on the radio as he pulls out of the driveway...

Whynot copy, Whynot 2 in route to the station

Central copy

Now... the show is on. I get up, go outside for a smoke, get a glass of coke and sit up in the bed listening to the radio. I hear all of the departments check in at the scene, get set up, and then the radio goes silent.....

This is my dark hour, my time of complete grief, my husband is out there at a fire, doing God only knows what, and I have no idea where he is or what he is doing. He is a volunteer fire fighter in our community. He doesn't do it because he gets paid or has a fancy retirement or benefits, he does it because he loves it and he cares about the people in the community. The departments continue to talk on the radio but only on what they call talk around. It only has a short range so they don't clog up the radio with a bunch of traffic just in case there is another fire somewhere else in the county.

I was a volunteer several years ago, I drove and operated our fire truck, I loved it, but I saw the danger, I saw just how easily someone could get injured. Most of our volunteers are not trained, they just go when they are called.

So I sit... and wait... with that horrible sickening feeling in my stomach.... I feel the need to go throw up, but I know it won't do any good.... so I sit... and pray.... please God just bring him home safe... bring everyone home safe... please God put your arms around everyone involved... over and over

and then out of the darkness...

Whynot to Central, Whynot is 10-24, en route to the station

Central Copy...

Its over...

I hear everyone check back in, everyone back at their own stations, everyone.... thank you God.


This wasn't the case a couple of weeks ago.

Recently one of our Volunteers from the other side of the county went on a call, a very routine call. Most of our volunteers not only fight fire, but they are first responders as well. Attending everything from car accidents and heart attacks to Structure fires. 



Please click here for the details of what actually happened to our fallen local hero

February 23, 2011

Larry C. Gressett Sr.

MERIDIAN —

    Services for Larry Cleveland Gressett Sr. will be held Thursday, at 10 a.m., at Salem Baptist Church with Bro. Tom Woods officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery with James F. Webb Funeral Home in charge of arrangements.

    Mr. Gressett, 33, died Thursday, Feb. 17, 2011. He loved his children, family, and Country. He also loved being a volunteer firefighter and was a member of Toomsuba-Alamucha Volunteer Fire Department. Larry was a member of (LEMA) Lauderdale Emergency Management Agency and a member of Salem Baptist Church. He was employed by Webster Electric. Larry lost his life being a hero.


Rest in peace Larry Gressett, you will be missed.