Whatever Wednesday: Hullo, Yellow

Here in Georgia, we don’t rely on Punxsutawney Phil or even General Beauregard for Spring’s estimated arrival.

No, we like to wait for something a bit more obvious.

The thick coating of yellow which descends upon the entire state, rendering us all members of the Yellow club.

This dusty yellow coating is insipid. It sneaks its way into corners, into lungs, nasal passages, renders several thousand if not millions of eyes unusable for several hours each day.

Sure, we try to battle it off with various medications, some of us even with surgery. But yet, there it is, waiting for us, every morning.

There are a few things I have learned about the Yellow Season my past few years in Georgia:

1) Resistance is futile.

2) Don’t wash your car until it’s gone or let the rain do it for you.

3) If you don’t want something covered in pollen, bring it inside.

4) Breathing may actually be more harmful than helpful.

5) Drugs are your friend. Especially antihistamines. Especially antihistamines you can take every four hours along WITH one you can take for a 24 hour period.

6) Invest heavily in Kleenex.

7) Also buy eye drops.

8) And nasal spray. Preferably a 24 hour spray. Anefrin, I think I love you.

9) The bigger the sunglasses, the better. Takes others longer to see the allergy tears.

10) Windshield wiper fluid is pointless. Just drive. It’s powder.

11) Seriously consider buying a yellow car – your car will be the only “clean” looking car for weeks.

12) Shave the dog because if you don’t, the pollen gets trapped under her fur and she will eat herself to soothe the itch.

13) Pray for rain. Just not too hard. Remember the floods?

14) No one writes “Wash Me” on any cars during the Yellow Season. Revenge is too swift.

15) Misery loves company.

PPD Blogging Party tomorrow night

Through #PPDChat, I have met a wonderful new mama, Yael Saar. You can find her at PPD to Joy.

Tomorrow night marks the first of what we hope will become a series of calls for blogging mamas with Postpartum Depression.

Bring any questions you may have with you. In fact, go ahead and post them over at Yael’s place so we can better answer them during tomorrow night’s call. The call will be at 830p ET. Instructions for signing up are also at PPD to Joy here.

I am so very excited about this call! I hope you can join us. If not, still go ahead and sign up as we’re recording the call and it will be available to listen for those who are unable to make it or get called away by motherhood in the middle of the call. You can sign up as late as 700 pm ET tomorrow night!

Hope to talk with you tomorrow!

 

 

Friday Soother: Thoreau’s chair

 

"A Foggy View" by Viqi French @ flickr.com

 

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

~Henry David Thoreau, 1854~

(Original photo sourced from Flickr – link here)

Do the thoughts ever go away?

Lately, I’ve been getting this question  more often than any other question.

“Do the thoughts ever go away?”

A close second is “Does it ever get better?”

Every time I hear these questions, I tense up. I don’t know how to respond more often than not. So I take a deep breath and answer according to my experience. Thing is, not everyone’s experience’s are the same, a point I try to emphasize. With Postpartum, we all drag our own history to the table, our support access, our thoughts, our demons. We don’t all look the same in the mirror at the end of the day.

My youngest child is three years old.

The daughter I had my last Postpartum OCD experience with turns 5 on Monday.

I still have thoughts.

Not so much about harming the children. But “What if this or what if That” or “What if I…”

Many of these thoughts are remnants of my over-extended stay in Postpartumville.

And that’s the key to realizing that I am no longer there… the ability to recognize these thoughts as remnants, not recorded loops intensely playing over and over and over and over and over in my head.

Now? I can stop them before they even get past “What if….” most of the time.

Sometimes they sneak past the “What if…” and I get into what I call the “meat” of the thought. The event, the horror, the THING of which I should not be thinking. The thing which would make a good mom turn ghost white if I were to share this thought with her. This dark thought which, right now, is swirling about in my head, how do I sit next to another mom and try to act as if everything is okay? They spring into my head everywhere. At church, in the car, at home, outside, at the grocery store.. everywhere.

How do I make them stop?

I physically shake my head back and forth and say “NO!” outloud. Seriously. Sometimes I’ll just shake my head back and forth and tell myself NO silently if I were with others.

Some women aren’t able to stop things so easily as that though. Many women find it helpful to start listing state capitols, colors, states, the alphabet, or a list of any sort. Doing a challenging puzzle like Sudoku or a word search has helped some. It’s also interesting to note here that Tetris has been proven to be a valuable resource/therapy for soldiers with PTSD. It may also work for moms struggling with OCD and intrusive thoughts. Others may knit or read a book. But it’s important to really engage your mind and distract it from the negative thoughts flowing through it so if you choose something to distract you, be sure it fully engages your mind rather than just part of it.

It’s hard for me to tell a mom that the thoughts never completely go away. But they get easier to corral, easier to stop before they carry you down to the depths of hell as they once did. When you’re in that very dark place, the thoughts are like a swarm of flies. You can’t make them go away with just one swat. You have to cover yourself in all sorts of things to get them to dissipate. But once you’ve moved even further away, the thoughts get to be like the random housefly. If you ignore it, it’ll go elsewhere and no harm is done.

I sincerely hope this helps some of those who have been asking this question lately. It may not be what you wanted to hear but I sincerely hope you find some solace within my answer.

Take care of you, always.