The next step will be better, the next inch will be easier. I can do this. I got this; just one more step. Ah, that’s it now–both feet are out of bed…Yes, the system/process we love to hate of depression…Total apathy.
Have you experienced those days or maybe those weeks (during our journey of recovery) when movement is next to impossible?? Hours, days, weeks or even months could pass and we are stuck in the same place. Sometimes literally. Stuck in our home, our bedroom, our bed… Trapped in our mind, locked away from rational mental reasoning or soap.
Let’s take a moment and find some humor in the very serious issue many of us may face: depression. For me, it’s the lack of hygiene…
So what is it about Bipolar Depression or Depression, in general, that one of the first things we give up on is hygiene?!
The fact is when I’m depressed – deeply down, the last thing on my mind is if I need to shower or shave. I don’t care. I’m lost in despair perched in my muck and hopelessness.
Here are a few of my children’s “tactful” ways to tell me, Chato Stewart, that I stink:
- The direct approach – Dad YOU STINK!!!
- The subtle approach – “Dad, you should try my soap.”
- Mom – Subtle approach – Buys me body wash and deodorant which lasts 48 hours.
There are a few things to remember when it comes to odor. You may not like it, but “EVERY BODY” stinks. We all have bromhidrosis. Odor is a fact of life.
About the deodorant that lasts 48 hours, my teen daughter reminds me often that “just because it says it last 48 hours does not mean I have to wait 48 hours to use it again.“
Originally Posted at Chato Stewart’s Mental Health Humor at Psych Central: https://blogs.psychcentral.com/humor
Stewart, Chato. (2018). Tactless People. Psych Central. Retrieved on Aug 28, 2018, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/humor/2018/08/i-stink-depressed/