The Freedom and the Folly

I realized it had been a few weeks since I posted.

I want to talk openly about what has been going on.  I am going to ask first though that you check this definition for dysthymia.

Now that you’ve done that let me explain why.  About eighteen months ago I was formally diagnosed with dysthymia and bouts of what is known as double depression.  This means that along with the dysthymia I would suffer with times of deep depressive episodes.  Sounds like fun right?

If you read my partner’s blog: you’ll know what’s coming next.  If you don’t then I will tell you.  A couple of months ago my therapist removed the diagnosis of dysthymia. This means that after nearly a decade possibly two from what we can tell I am no longer suffering my depression on a constant basis. You dear reader are sitting there thinking “how wonderful” I suspect.

Yes, it is wonderful. It is also scary as hell.  I essentially have to navigate what it feels like to be happy.  A feeling I am not at all used to.  If you suffer from depression you understand extremes in emotions.  It is a very uncomfortable feeling to go along in a day a experience what I would describe as an emotional plateau. I have to remind myself that this is “normal” non-depressive feelings.  That the extreme emotions I was feeling before had to do with my old neural pathways.  That, in reality, the other shoe is not about to drop.

That is the freedom, really, it is. What is the folly?  That comes from also remembering that I have a chronic illness. The dysthymia may have been removed from my diagnosis but I still battle with depression.  I probably always will.  That the old neural pathways are always going to be there and that I have to train my mind to follow the new ones.  I had to remind myself and my partner that there will probably still be bad days.  Admittedly, we are better equipped to deal with them now.  That helps. I wish I could tell the people that love me and that have been on this journey with me that it is over.  I can’t but what I can do is remember to say “THANK YOU”  and I love you.  I know it is not always easy to love me or understand.  To my partner,Gray, I love you more everyday, more than I ever thought possible.  Thank you for your strength, your bravery, and your compassion.

To the rest of you, please keep fighting for yourself and those whom you love.  It can be a dark and tiresome journey but it is definitely worth it.

How De-cluttering Our Home Helped Me Find My Passion

Happy day after Labor Day! I hope you all had a relaxing 3-day weekend.  I know I did.  In part this was because my partner Gray and I  just finished the process of applying the KonMari Method to our home. I’m not going to talk about the whole process much Gray covers it well in his LoveLifePractice post.  What I am going to talk about is the direct effect it had on my mind and my outlook.

I was hoarder in many ways.  I admit that a lot of it was out of guilt.  I felt like if I got rid of something I would lose my attachment to a person, place or feeling.  I look at that now and feels a little strange. I know that a movie stub doesn’t contain the essence of the person I was there with but What if I forget?

Marie Kondo has a wonderful way to sort this out.  You hold the object in your hands and see if it creates a “spark of joy”, if it does you keep it. This was a bit life changing for me.  I had to hold each thing and see what feeling it brought up. Was it nostalgia, fear, guilt, just a memory of a different time?  If it was one of those things it was time to let it go.  As it turns out, it was time to let a lot of things go.


This may sound silly to some of you but it was extremely freeing for me.  You know, after the initial “you want me to talk to my things” reaction.  Simply, is that acknowledging that something has done its job or served it’s purpose. Thanking it and saying goodbye made it easy to let it go.  In my mind I can hold onto the memory now without holding onto the object.  This idea was the game changer.  I literally (yes, literally not figuratively) felt lighter.  I felt like I could breathe and my mind let go of ALL THE THINGS.

My therapist was thrilled.  He was so happy that I could let these things go and create the space in my life to deal with the present and what was important and making me happy. He and I talked about the process and what it meant to me and what I had let go of besides just things.  I get stuck in my past sometimes.  Letting go of things you never imagined you could freed me from some of that past.  It gave me the distance to look at it differently.


I am very lucky.  I have an amazing partner who has created a safe space for me to work with and through my depression.  He has given me the ability to figure out what it is that I am passionate about and how I can make that work.  Together we created a home that is free of clutter and open to creativity.

I have figured out what I want to do.  I want to help others to create that space to learn to let go of some things and realize that the memory or feeling doesn’t have to occupy physical space.  I want to help people create a peaceful, joyful space in which to create and grow and live.

I am growing and learning to move past my fear.  Where does this leave me?  At the beginning of a scary and amazing journey.  I am starting my own business.  The business of helping others organize.  I will keep you posted.