Hi all, I'm Fiona, the Depression Muse. I'm also known as Countess Drusilla Steele in some circles, I'll tell you all about her later.
I live in a small village in NZ with The Count and our furbabies: Felan the Fierce, Tess, and Angus.
I've lived with Depression since childhood (I always use a capital letter when I write about the demon Depression) It's now such an ingrained part of me, I don't know who I'd be without it. I've also worked in mental health for over 25 years so I've come at the problem from both sides really. It's left me with a huge distrust of the medical profession who I believe can help some people. However, the majority of people with Depression and anxiety don't fit into their textbook boxes.
Anyhoo, that's me in a nutshell, looking forward to getting to know you all.
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Good morning Fiona: I have been in this group countless of times and I just noticed this post.... very strange.
Well I am RuneWitch, I have anxiety and depression and stess related issues since I do not know when. (Young teen yrs)
I have a wonderful hubby who trys his best to understand all this crap and he does well.
I have a pet pal , Dakota who is our rescue dog, we got him about 6 years ago from a bad situation.
He is my helper and friend and pal and everything that someone can be to a person with out being sexual. this little 15 pound pup has got me through fibermialgia pain and through 2 years of pacing in circles around my home, because doctors still cant figure out why I have pain in my face, jaw and neck and why it is there, he sat with me and cuddled with me when my hubby was off at work for sometimes 2 to 3 weeks at a time.
I n the last year my depression has gotten much better, but then there is times I feel like I have been hit by a MAC Truck over and over again.
I am on no drugs of any sort for this anxiety or depression, doctor keeps asking me if I want any and I keep saying not a chance, for what I went through when I was in my 30's with depression drugs was stupid, felt worse with the drugs then with out them, I ended up flushing them all down the toilet one day, when my 10 yr old daughter called me a crazy woman. she said I was acting nutty and scary.
I deal with my anxiety with long walks and fresh air and listening to the birds and my wind chimes, reading and doing my yard and gardening. keeping busy with something helps 95% of the time for me, moving and thinking about funny things or talking to my Goddess and listening to the wind for answers.
I don't know if anything I have said will help anyone or make them think maybe I am a bit nuttier then nuts.... But that is a touch of my story....
Very nice to have met you, Blessed Be!!!