where to start? *sigh* now i’m sure those of you who still come and check this place every once in a while noticed the more frequent appearance of password protected posts in the last months (year). it’s been a tough time for me with so much going on, much of it affecting other people in my life as much as me, hence making it difficult to write about a lot of it publicly. i am suffering from depression which i really didn’t know (or wanna know) until a six week clinic stay this summer.
i have put on a lot of weight. not that weight hasn’t been an issue pretty much my entire life but i was doing fine for over ten years until it spiraled completely out of control during the last three/four years… at first i was blaming it on C being back in germany and all the changes that living with a boy brings to a former (somewhat in every day life anyway) single girl. i tried a lot to stop the weight gain and loose the weight but failed miserably. i even had my thyroid checked and everything because nothing seemed to really work. with every pound i felt like a bigger (literally. ha!) failure and more unhappy. i was ashamed, afraid to meet people (especially whom i hadn’t seen in a while). i didn’t go out any more than i absolutely had to, i became unhappier and unhappier and with that fatter and fatter. by the end of last summer i didn’t even feel like myself any more.
so i started therapy. and a dietetic treatment set to go for about 4-5 months. unfortunately the therapie somewhat “triggered” a depressive episode and there was no way for me to follow through with the dietetic treatment. i needed all my energy to function, make it through a 40 hour work week and socialize as much as “necessary” to not raise suspicion. there was absolutely no energy left to deal with planning a healthy diet, exercising and all the rest of it. i cancelled the trip to the US to see C’s family and asked him to go by himself while i curled up in a ball on the couch whenever i didn’t have to work. last winter was bad, really bad.
around the beginning of the year my therapist and i decided to try and apply for a six week clinic stay again. i had tried to get it approved by the insurance about 1.5 years earlier already and got denied. since then things went even more downhill weight wise along with my self-worth, love for life and (mental) health. seriously, i did not even know myself any more and it was certainly not much fun to live with me… having the therapist and my GP on my side for this definitely helped and i finally, finally got approved on may 3rd of this year (yes, i remember the exact date!)
sooo (i’m gonna make this quick because it’s friday, 4:34 pm = i need to drop everything and leave the office STAT because it’s the weeeekend) – i spent six weeks at a great (!) psychosomatic clinic in july/august. after a pretty major depressive breakdown during the first two weeks there i “gave in” and started anti-depressants and am doing MUCH better now. i’ve “only” lost about 13 pounds but am positive it is going to work much better this time around and i’ll give it the time it needs. i’ll write more about the clinic and therapie later (life-changing is all i can say!) but i really need to go for now. just wanted to get and spell this out: i suffer from a depression but after a crappy couple of years i’m getting help now. kinda falling back in love with my life – oh and i got this as kind of a “souvenir” during my last week at the clinic :)





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