Feeling Blue


 I'm lacking the height of an Avatar.

Do you remember the days of over-evaluating poems and literature in English lessons at school? Most of us accept the words in front of us for what they are, but sometimes we had to delve deeper to find the true meaning behind the author's words. "The room was blue", so apparently this means the author or poet was in dispair or sad at the time of writing the piece, or perhaps the room was just BLUE and they were setting the bloody scene! Colours seem to be used to describe certain feelings and emotions; red with anger, green with envy and blue with sorrow. 'Feeling blue' is actually listed under the NHS definitions/symptoms of depression, a fairly limiting description of how it really feels to be depressed. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw a video campaign discussing depression in the doctor's waiting room. It started off well enough, providing the statistic that 1 in 5 people will experience depression at some period in their lifespan. They proceded to highlight the depressed people in the advert by tinting their images in blue. Yes, its that easy to identify those living with depression, we all have a blue tint in our skintone. To any outsiders Robbie and I probably looked very unsympathetic towards the advert and the illness it depicted. I'm thrilled that these adverts are put up in doctors surgeries, it may be the difference between a patient going in to see their doctor to finally discuss their mental health concerns or they, like myself, may go in and end up discussing some other minor ailment. In a way its great that I can now laugh at these attempts to address mental health conditions, it means that I've slightly moved away from feeling incredibly uncomfortable in a waiting room. It also shows me that perhaps those who are dealing with mental health conditions may be able to help with the production of these adverts and posters, to ensure that they speak in the correct way  to those who need them most. If only it were so easy to identify, if I'd developed a blue tint to my skin all those years ago perhaps someone would have jumped at the chance to help me as it would have been SO clear that I was depressed. I mean well with this post, I'm making fun of all those people that have said THE most unhelpful things about my illness.

Looking at the 'blue' feeling from a different side, this word doesn't have to be associated with sadness, desperation, low moods and depression. I've recently started attending yoga sessions as a way of reintroducing some activity into my life, to improve my fitness and also as a way of relaxing. At the end of each session we have a 'body check' and relaxation period laying down on our mats. We're encouraged to allow our legs to flop in whichever way they feel natural, and also to stretch out our arms. From an aerial view I probably look like a fly that's been swatted against the ground. Somehow I'm talked into a very relaxing state, not quite to the point of being asleep, but in a way that I feel both inside and out of my body. Our instructor started talking about feeling blue, "eh?!" I'd gone to escape that for a bit. However, she continued to talk about a blue aura, a feeling of peace, of refreshing waves washing over our bodies to cleanse us and to feel anew. A total flip side of the usual use of the phrase 'feeling blue'. I left the session feeling thoroughly worked out, rather sore in places, but also feeling very relaxed and peaceful.
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Little Miss Sunshine


 Photos from Maldives trip September 2014

The sun is shining, the sky is bright blue and I'm just as 'blue' as it. For the past few days I've been trying to adapt to a new routine, and despite it only being a few days I'm already exhausted and have been on the edge of breaking. I try my best, I eat as best as I can, take some energy supplements and stick my nose into some women's health and fitness magazines to find more sources to help my energy levels and stomach problems. Alas, no luck so far. Perhaps I just have to find the right combination. Some days I feel so weighed down by depression that it feels like I'll fall through my bed and continue to fall through the levels of the house like an anvil in a cartoon. 

I really love writing this blog, its my way of dealing with some of my problems and feelings, and hopefully in the process I help others too. I've had some feedback from people from school, sixth form and university, all of which has been incredibly supportive. I've also had feedback from people I've never even met who now feel like they know me, which is incredible. Obviously you all only get a snapshot look into my life which could present a skewed image. Things aren't always rosey, but they're also not always incredibly tough. Depression isn't always constant, it has its ups and downs and just loves (!) tripping you up when you least expect it. Unfortunately I've stumbled recently and despite my efforts to hide it, the worries have been breaking through the facade. I'm certainly not faking good moods because I'm afraid of what people will think, if anything I'm more interested in protecting the feelings of those I love. Hopefully I'll be back with a slightly more informative and exciting post soon, I have a few lined up but I was lacking the correct mood to post one of those today. Enjoy the sunshine if it has managed to reach where you are!



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