Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Good Bye One Eye

This Winter is miserable and relentless...I realized today when my daughter-in-law told me of how her normal tendancy to be scared, travelling on the awful highway so many times this winter  turned to anger, that this is how I am feeling to . I am sick and tired of this winter but most of all I am angry!


The fawns in the mule deer herd in my yard  get weaker by the day. There has been no break for them and the prairie wool grass that provides so much nutrition lies buried deep in the snow. The snow is deep everywhere . Not just in the banks but everywhere they walk the snow is deep and hard.

The fawn One Eye is weak tonight. So weak he couldn't help but allow me to stroke his ears and pet his wee head...I could feel the little antlers that will never grow into  majestic tall racks because tonite I know in my heart One Eye will die.

As he lay on top of the snow against the row of caraganas,  just out of reach of  the brutal force of the wind, he watched and waited for me as I approached . I was able to look closer at the infected right eye and realized the infection had grown into his eyeball.. His other eye looked up at me with a look of hopelessness.. Rubbing my hand across his body it amazed me how tiny this little animal that had been relying on me to give him his special food really was. Maybe 25 pounds....How could a deer that we have fed all winter be lying on the ground infront of me starving to death?  He had been eating well ...Here he was......skin and bone literally. HIs one good eye had no glimmer in it tonight... no hope....

The winds were howling and the temperature falling as I debated what to do.....SUGAR water...I rushed into the house the Vet had said their blood sugar drops and that is when they seizure and then they die .....I mixed up a bottle of sweet water and Tom and I decided to load him into the sleigh and put him in the barn out of the wind ...out of the cold ..and only hope he would  survive the storm.....

I approached him from one side Tom from the other... AS trusting as he was, with what energy he had he jumped up and staggered through the trees. He had eaten some nuggets before lying down and it had seemed to help him. He then gained momentum and  made it to the trees on the east side of the house.

There I was bottle of sugar water in hand  following him......doing my best to try save his life....
After basically following him in circles for a half hour I decided if the storm didn't kill him I was going to  by pursuing him...I was hurting him more than I was helping him.

One eye had the will to be wild....this  over rode his trust in me and and an possible chance of me helping him. Like the other fawn that died he was at a point where he was too strong to receive help yet so close to being weak enough to die.

I have no doubt One Eye will die tonight...Part of me wants to get a big blanket and find him and cover him up and be with him.....either until morning and move him to the barn or until....he dies...

The there is this other part of me ...that looked deep into that one good eye tonight and with love and as much understanding any human could possibly possess I saw that remained a will to be wild . The will to be wild no matter how vulnerable and at risk as is all wildlife is as it exists in our world.

This winter the deer are being dealt a nasty blow from mother nature ......

One Eye ....good bye....

This taming spoken of here by the fox to The Little Prince is important to consider when attaching ones self to a wild animal..... I have a lot to reconsider....

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world....”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry




You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
 
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye. Le Petit Prince

Good Night
Stay Warm


Wednesday, 24 October 2012

JUST CATS???


OH how I despise those four words especially when they are directed at me in reference to my Cats.

My cats are maybe "Just Cats" . They are well known for their hunting ability , and leaving evidence with adoration on my doorstep. Yes nothing as wonderful to step out into than some mouse or bird innerds....Yes the cats. They also sleep in the lawn chairs (well ofcourse I put blankets on them for the little darlings). They run under the cars with me shreeking STOP. Sneak in the house when ever they get the chance. They can scare up a flock of Prairie Chickens and put fear in their souls with no hesitation. They stalk their prey as well as their friends the dogs...crouching "invisibly" in the grass as we hike along...only to be greeted with a lick from Piper,,,or growl and nudge from Ellie. Cats yes "Just Cats"....they arent dirty as most claim....my cats are very clean. They arent stupid at all I have trained them to do many tricks.....well a few....but the thing I admire most is their complete love of .....food at 5 pm...Yes look out it is a mad dash to the food shelf with the food God approaching can of wet food in hand .....and yes they like a little pet as they eat...and they purr in gratititude...

It is the time of year where I become concerned for the "Just Cats". It is getting cold and the wind really can be cold...OH they will say for goodness sake they are Just Cats...throw out a cardboard box with a blanket and a big bowl of dry food they will be fine after all they are JUST CATS..

Well my cats have a two level insulated condo . They have more straw and blankets to cuddle up in not to mention the outdoor light we installed inside last year for warmth, oh did I mention the electric pet pad in the lower level. The igloo is the winter feeding station....with a heated water bowl and a large feeder full of dry food(unless the racoons visit and clean us out) I do my best to make life as comfortable as possible for the cats. THE heating pad only goes on at 25 below the light at 15 below.
It seems to be working ...

You see my cats might be JUST CATS but I am one cat lady that loves her cats and that is JUST That!!

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

This past May long weekend was one of the hardest I have ever experienced. For over 22 years we have spent time at  Jack and Len Chernysh's farm on this weekend....Any of you that follow my posts know we lost Jack on January 29th of this year. It was hard then but it was even harder on Saturday when we started the drive into the farm from the main highway down the Prairie River highway.....

The sun was shining and we were reminiscing and discussing quietly how this drive had led to Jacks place and no matter how many times we drove this stretch of road he was always at the end of it.....their farm yard was the end of the road....
Looking into the following picture the lane way in is directly to the left of the trees on the right.....the foreground is Jack's garden...At this time of year this is where we normally found him. His garden probably followed only his animals when it came to his labours of love. He often would ask me gardening questions and hope I had some answers . I grew gardens but not to the extent Jack did. By now he always had a hot bed for the tomatoes started and the rows were clearly marked with pickets and orange baler twine....He grew corn,beans ,peas,carrots,horseradish,tomatoes,parsnips(my fave) cucumbers and more ....and hills and hills of potatoes. The chickens ran free in his garden . They were the insect eaters and kept the  garden clear of the pests. When he planted his dog or dogs were always right there beside him....


Arriving Saturday even though we knew he wouldn't be there......THE painful reality hit us hard as we got closer .....we passed by the farm entrance to try to contain our emotions. After all we were coming to see Len ...he had lost a brother....we hoped to be strong for him....we drove past the yard and into  the sports ground . The very place we first met Jack ...the place Jack and his brothers and sisters had played sports as kids...........the tears flowed ...and my heart ached.....after some time we turned and headed south again to the yard...We hesitated at the entrance to the pasture.....there were no cows..........there were no new born calves hopping around....and ....no Jack....
.more tears more pain....

Slowly we worked our way to the yard and as we turned in Tom spotted Len in the garden with Duke, the dog Jack had just gotten last spring and he loved so very much.....I got Tom to stop ASAP and I jumped out and slowly walked over to Len!
"Sheila " he said sounding dissapointed when he saw my tears and heard my sobs. He reached out his arm and pulled me close.... "It has been four months " You need to be strong" 
 "No Len", I said "Ffor us this is it the time is right now"....".The second we could see in your yard", I told him," was when it became real"..... He understood and gave me that smile of his... and we all hugged and ofcourse I hugged the dog.


I was happy to see Len in the garden ....It reminded me that so far there was still someone still on the farm . We nearly lost Len four years ago when he had a valve in his heart replaced. He too is like a brother and has been there for us every year to have a drink with for Tom and to play scrabble with me along with the many discussions around the kitchen table to solve all the worlds problems or just figure out our own.
Len although very different from  Jack has a heart of gold and is very dear to us too.

This is the place we parked our camper for the last several years as Jack and Len liked our company and we theirs so we quit dragging it into the bush. When we arrived each spring Jack would have the extension cords all hooked up and the heater going so we would come up to a warm space.Its an old 60s camper you can see it back center of photo. I sold my guitar and we bought it for 500 . It was better than sleeping in the tent as we had for years!  We slept up to 8 people in that little camper...

Walking around the farmyard was very difficult . It was great to recall though how I would help feed the cows and how I learnt to trust them . I wasn't fond of cows when we met Jack. He showed me how to interact with them and I enjoyed spending time with him and them especially in the spring when the new calves were all around.

This is where "Busy" the bull spent his falls ands winters. He was a great friend . I would call him and he would let me scratch his huge head and brush the loose hair off his back ...He seemed to appreciate me chasing the flies way from his eyes and would show it with a huge cowlick.
Jack in the beginning would say why would you be scared of them ? YOU just need to get to know them.. he was so right.. I was scared of the bush too when I met Jack......not even sure why..I am no longer afraid in the bush...I am much more leary in the city ;)

The farm yard Jack had his critters in

THE weekend passed with many memories shared, many tears shed and many thoughts of being grateful for what we still  had and what we had lost.
Grateful to have met Jack, Len, Eva, Joe and all of the other Chernysh family.
Grateful to have had this place to come to and even more grateful
 for the love we were shown in friendship.

As we drove away we realized that nothing will ever be the same at the Chernysh ranch..or at Prairie River Saskatchewan..Len will be moving to town and I am not sure what the future holds for the farm
 The one thing I do know....is it will always be a place we will cherish in our memories . A place we were made to feel at home...a place we went to visit our BEST friends....a place that was very special and always will remain that way in a tender spot... deep inside of us.

 




Sunday, 3 June 2012

Fear Not!

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.



Tonite I did something I would not have done 10 years ago. At 12:30 a.m. I walked my labyrinth.
10 years ago fear would have prevented that. Fear of what? Fear of the dark, fear of the coyotes, fear of the unknown. FEAR.
Fear ruled most of my younger years. I was afraid of the dark as a child and afraid to try new things. I was scared at every turn at the risk of being ...hurt? unloved, losing something? I was afraid of being afraid..
Tonite upon entering the labyrinth I noticed the small voice of fear whispering in my ear......could be a coyote in the hills. For a second I was unsure of walking. I allowed myself to become calm and then I heard a different voice calling me to take my first step into the walk. AS I did I thought of how beautiful the night was and how the moon was nearly full, allowing me to be able to make out the stone edges of the circuits. THE breeze was cool and I welcomed it as the few mosquitos out earlier were whisked away by it. It had rained and the freshness it had provided was amazing and helped to bring me to the reason I was here to walk and be calm. The fear was erased.
My walk was completely consumed with thoughts of all the fears I lived with for too long and the victories I had over them.
The fears I experienced as a young adult prevented me from experiencing many things.
The fear of flying, the dentist, Fear of heights,visiting the hospital , driving in a car, the dark, bees, being alone, being accepted, doing anything where I might get hurt or the fear of the unknown.
At the age of 37 I won a trip to Cancun Mexico.....It was a great prize to win. But I was terrified to fly. I decided to do something to work on overcoming the fear that prevented me from flying. What was the irrational thought..I am going to crash and die. Every moment I spent thinking of flying this is what I thought...Thinking of driving there "I am going to crash and die"  Imagining sitting in the airport "I am going to crash and die" Getting on the  plane " I am going to crash and die"
(Fears are educated into us, and can, if we wish, be educated out.)

Obviously this wasn't going to get me to Mexico let alone to the airport. I bought a tape on conquering the fear of flying and I did just that. Every night I listened to that tape. I got rid of the old messages in my mind and replaced them with positive images that included....driving to the airport picturing myself on the beach with my toes in the sand. ..waiting in the airport imagining the view from our beachfront hotel room.....boarding the plane and thinking about how good it would feel to be on a holiday after all these years. I also got real and when I did have those small brain burst of I am going to crash and die.... I corrected that thinking with thousands of people fly everyday and make it to where they are going.....the only reason we hear of only the crashes is because that is what makes the news.....I would imagine my own news flashes ..."Today it was reported that thousands of people world wide took off and landed in airplanes all over the world."
After the trip I realized I could apply this to all areas of my life. The dentist was next. I did visual therapy as well as exposure therapy to succeed at getting past that fear. I am totally fearless of the dental work being performed. Now I just worry about the bill ...
I had an awful fear of bees.....TERRIFIED!   now I live on a farmyard that is surrounded by carraganas. Every spring (right now) the bees in the trees are so numerous that it sounds like small motors when you walk by them.  I have no fear of them at all.   NONE.
Yep I took this picture.

The dark......well it really isn't that dark . Even on the darkest night you can still see.... When my grandson was about 3 he would sleep over. We would lie down at bed time and he would be scared.  Terrified of the dark and what he couldn't see and what he thought he could see. HE would ask me what is that and point at a shadow and ask what is that . It looks like a monster....or alien.
After several sleepovers and he still being fearful I came up with something that helped him overcome his fears.
I decided it was my turn to be afraid.."Zak I am scared ....and pointing to a shadow ask him " What is that?" He would look and soon have the answer for me. Soon he had every shadow and every sound figured out FOR ME!  IN turn it was figured out for him as well. It is easy to tell someone not to be afraid but the secret is in them learning there is nothing to be afraid of.  Figure out what is in the fear ....and overcoming it....
 Now common sense tells us we need to be cautious when taking a risk or doing something new or dangerous but knowledge needs to override fear to be able to enjoy the experience.
SO my walk tonite was amazing and I am thankful to have come so far in overcoming fear in so many areas of my life. Life is so much more enjoyable when not living with fear .

I challenge you to take on your fears......face them with an open mind and use knowledge and reality checks to get past them...fear is really mind over matter..............it really is. When you chalange your fears you are truly challenging yourself.

I missed out on alot of things in the first 37 years of my life due to irrational fears........I am glad I am past that................you can be too.

ON a suspension bridge and loving the waterfall below!



You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
Eleanor Roosevelt


Thats me up there!!!


The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears,
for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

Monday, 30 April 2012

Bird Feeding ..It Really Doesnt have to be all about what grows below the feeders!!!

I enjoy feeding birds.
I had an outdoor store for a couple years .I sold Kites , windsocks, flags , windchimes, bird baths, bird feeders and bird food.

 I really had only tried feeding that store bought crap with the millet in it prior to going into a Backyard Habitat store while in Iowa.
There I learnt how bird feeding could really be a really interesting pastime.
To feed birds and not have the hassles that most consider have to be part of it....there are tricks to try.
First of all I never feed food that has millet in it!!!  Or that big box store wild bird food that the birds just scatter around trying to get to the good stuff. The suppliers make it so there is 10 % good stuff so the birds waste it all and you mow the results with the lawn mower.

There are two types of seed I recommend . You reallydon't need anythign else.

 a distlefink feeder

Black oil sunflower seed in the shell or slivered and Niger Seed.
I use Niger seed by its self or mixed half and half with slivered sunflower seeds. You can buy mixes of this blend or I buy the two separate at Peavey Mart and mix them together. If you don't want the Niger to grow spread the amount you are going to put in the feeder on a baking sheet and put in oven at 150 degrees for 15 minutes . The seeds then will not grow and the nutrition stays in it cooking them  at this low temperature  for the short time.  The Niger seed is fine on its own too! The feeders to use are designed for theses tiny seeds and the other nuisance birds cannot feed from them. Finch feeders , distlefink feeders and my favourite the upside down finch feeder are sure to bring on the hungry little birds .Upside down feeders are unique as only Finches can feed form it. they are the ones htat can hang upside down so House Sparrow so long!!!  IN the spring(when you see the first dandelion) the goldfinches will arrive. The brilliant yellow bird with black is the male and the dull olive one is the female. Female birds have duller plumage for protection when they are on the nest. Natures camouflage.  IN the fall and through the winter you will see red polls, purple finches and house finches as well as pine siskins.These are all desirable birds.

upside down feeder


Gold finches nest in my yard at the farm and I can see them feeding throughout the summer. A real treat for me . IN the city they stopped to fill up on the Niger in my feeders and after several days would head out.

Black Oil Sunflower is good for all other birds. Use feeders that the bird has to pick the seed out of a small hole .  You can get or make a net to fit under the feeder to catch any falling seeds. THe black oil can be baked jsut like the Niger seed to prevent it from growing. For fun put a sunflower seed feeder over a flower bed a let the fallen seeds grow. You will have towering sunflowers that the birds will pick the seed off of.
 Another fun thing to do in the spring when the Orioles fly through put some orange slices out on the trunks of your trees I put them on with a small nail and the Oriole absolutely love to pick at them and a more beautiful bird to watch and listen too is hard to find. 

Oriole
Want a wonderful little songbird to fill your days with sweet melodies. Buy or build several wren houses and place them in different locations around the yard. Make sure the hole is the size of a quarter no bigger.NO PERCHES ON ANY BIRD HOUSES!! Wrens will return in May and I tell you when they start to build their nest look out there is a lot of activity going to go on. The male builds a nest in all the houses and sings to attract and impress the female . She comes and checks out the houses and if one suits her fancy she settles in....Baby wrens are very tiny.   If you provide birdhouses with flip up fronts or a plexiglass side you can peek in on the birds and enjoy watching them grow. The first year we lived here my husband had hung his carpenters pouch up in the shed and didnt use it for a few days. The time came and he went to use it only to find that there was a wrens nest complete with eggs in it. He left it there until they hatched and flew away.

There are more to sparrows than just those pesty house sparrows. The house sparrow are not native to Canada but have definately made themselves comfy here. What you want to feed are the other sparrows liek the chipping sparrow , white crowned sparrow and the white throated sparrow pictured here. These natvie species of sparrows are  wonderful to observe and I recommend a brd book so you can see just what you are watching as there are so many kinds.

Suet cakes are a great attractent for chikadees, wrens, nuthatches , woodpeckers and more. I hang many of them and get a lot of different varieties at any one time.

wood[pecker on suet cage


Humming birds return in beginning of May. These little hummers are amazing. IF something zips by your head with a soundof a little helicopter it is time to dig out the humming bird nectar and feeder.  Do not use red food clouring in the mixture instead hang red fake flowers or what I liek to do is hang th efeeders near baskets of red petunias or coral bells . They love anythign red . When we hunted in the spring up norht the little hummers woudl fly up and try to get nectar out of our red rainsuits , red tail lights on thecamper literally anything red. IF you want grow scarlet running beans I tell you those things really attract the hummers . Grow them along with your flowers the flowers are large red and the beans are edible afterward. Fuschia are great for them too!



NO matter which bird you want to attract a bird bath or turning on a sprinkler on a hot day will bring all kinds of birds in for relief. A birdbath is a grea tidea. Want to prevent mosquitos jsut a drop of olive oil will prevent the mosquitos from making your bird bath a hospitable breeding pond.

Be careful where you place your feeders and birdbath. Make sure your cat or the neighbours hungry kitty doesnt have the advantage. Hang feeders from hooks in trees or on hooks mounted on fences or post.

So give it a try...it can really be an enjoyable time..

Monday, 23 April 2012

5 minutes

Sometimes I need to slow myself down...Ever notice how fast paced life is today?

 I spent a lunch hour with my son last week.... his life is always on fast forward and when I asked him if he was able to breathe while he shovelled down his food ...he realised maybe he really needed to taste his food before it hit the organs.......I have begged him lately to slow down a little and take some time to enjoy his life....we will see how that goes...
I was in line in a gas station the other day. There was a little elderly man at the front of the line...I am guessing he was about 85...my dads age. He was paying for his gas and buying a lottery ticket with his debit card. There were several of us in line and I was right behind the fellow.  I couldn't help but consider the changes this man, who was slowly inserting his debit card carefully and diligently into the machine....had encountered throughout his life...especially the pace of life and what it would mean for him and for others in his situation. He took his time and I glanced back at the line....seven or more people...Some seemed irratated, others bored with being in line. One guy about my age's eyes met mine as I studied the faces behind me.. He smiled a seemingly  understanding smile at me as he glanced toward the elderly man still slowly entering his PIN.  After about 5 minutes he set the machine down and slpwly pulled his card out returned it to his wallet and thanked the young ,releived ,cashier. It took him .about ..5 whole minutes and it had effected everybody in line. We all had to slow down ..it was obvious that some were angry , others were just uncomfortable with a few minutes to actually just be......and then those of us that  were able to take in the fact that this person that was putting all of our brakes on ......really didn't mind if we were waiting...... He was doing what the needed to do in his own time...



I walked out of that gas station and made a conscious decision that I was going to do my best to apply my brakes a little more often..
Have I succeeded ? Not regularly by any means and when I do make the effort to slow down there are usually lengthy  skid marks indicating just how fast I need to be going before I slam my brakes on.....

That elderly fellow taught me that day while the rest of the world is speeding around it really isn't necessary for me to do the same. Life goes on realtively the same if we slow down and take the time to live.  For him it seemed to be natural  just the way it was to be ...he wasn't  frustrated he wasn't struggling he was just taking his time...and all of those people in line...they had to slow down as well .......for 5 minutes ..

Monday, 5 March 2012

Blues stay away from me....Blues why won't you let me be...? Don't know why ...you keep a haunting me.

This is the toughest time of year for me.....and for many others that battle with depression.
A good friend of mine that lived with his mind telling him to kill himself at this time of year for over 25 years agreed with me once that starting in March the darkness can just suddenly slip in..
We both had found it odd as it is the beginning of spring the start of the warmest, brightest,and BESTEST time of the year.
He a teacher and I always willing to learn about the mind and its "seasons" researched together just why this happened to so many of us.. what we discovered ......Lack of Seritonin after a long dark winter..

Here is the article that changed my life Credit to Dr. Joe Carver

Before you go into the article if you or someone you love suffers from anxiety or depression...be there for you or them to listen to hug to hold and to laugh or cry ...not to condemn to belittle or make fun of



......this too shall pass.....


Brain Chemistry and Depression:

The human brain operates, much like your automobile, on fluids called neurotransmitters. Just as your automobile has brake fluid, antifreeze, transmission fluid, and oil - your brain runs on these neurotransmitters. Some give us energy, like those related to adrenalin, some control body movements ("dopamine" as an example), and some control mood.

The brain neurotransmitter often associated with depression is called serotonin. Serotonin is the brain's "oil", a rather slow-acting neurotransmitter that is associated with sleep, appetite, energy, alertness, and mood - just to name a few. Using the automobile as an example, if we drive our car to California at a speed of 120 mile per hour, running the engine hot for a long time, it would obviously use more oil. As long as we provided gas, however, it would continue to run. Now suppose in our trip that for every two quarts of oil we burn, we only replace one quart. By the time we reached California we'd be several quarts low and our engine would be obviously overworked and overheated.

During long-term high stress, the brain burns its' oil, serotonin, at a higher rate. The bottomline in depression and stress: The brain burns up more serotonin than it can replace! In the end result, after many months of severe stress, the brain is using serotonin faster than it can create/replace it. Your neurochemical level of serotonin drops and you become depressed.

You'll know your Serotonin level is low (and depression is here) by the following symptoms:
 

1. Most depressed folks experience early morning awakening, usually around 4:00 am (farmers are exempted). Serotonin, you see, controls our sleep cycle.

2. Concentration and attention will drop. Depressed children/students will experience a drop in grades. You'll start putting odd things in the refrigerator (a bowling ball is the office record!), forget why you went to the grocery, and become very forgetful and scatterbrained at work/home.

3. You'll lose physical energy. You can sleep for ten hours and you'll still be bone tired. You will cry at the drop of a hat - driving down the highway, doing dishes, sitting at work, etc.

4. Sexual interest, appetite, and general interest will rapidly drop. You will stop answering the phone, stop visiting friends/relatives, and pull the blinds.

5. Most dangerous - your mind speed will increase. Your mind will race at what seems like 200 miles per hour. Depressed people often tell their doctor "I can't get my mind to stop!" The minute you wake up in the morning - it will start up. Your brain will then turn against you. It will reach in your memory and pull out every bad memory it can find - abuse as a child, failed relationships, etc. - anything to make you feel bad and especially guilty. You will be tortured by your own thoughts.

6. As your mind speed picks up, the "garbage truck" will arrive. While the brain is already torturing you with the past, it will create/invent new ideas/thoughts to torture you. In every case of depression, if the depression stays long enough, you will receive the same "garbage" thoughts from your mind. You will be told:

- you are a burden to your family/friends

- you have failed/disappointed your family

- no one really cares about you

- your children would be better raised by someone else

- your family would be better off without you

- your spouse would be better off without you

- you are going crazy and there's no hope

- it would be better if you weren't around

- you would be better off dead

- you should probably kill yourself

If you're depressed - then you already know about the garbage truck. It's almost impossible to explain this part, and the excessive mind speed, to someone who has never been seriously depressed. If your depression goes untreated, this constant "garbage" will totally destroy your self-confidence. Try as you may, you will be unable to control this part of depression.

7. As part of the "garbage truck", your mind will try to make you as uncomfortable as possible. You may be flooded with thoughts of violence (against yourself and others), you'll think you are condemned by God, or you'll think you deserve this condition for some reason. Your garbage will also tell you that if you seek professional help (physician, psychologist, psychiatrist, etc.) that you'll be committed to an institution forever.

8. When depressed, your brain begins running a mental "video tape" of your worst hits/experiences. If married, a mental tape of the marriage is played daily, only focusing on the worst experiences. If you are young, you will suddenly become preoccupied with your upbringing, who got the best gym shoes, the favorite child, the car you never received. Frequent if not constant thoughts and preoccupations about past problems and issues is a common sign of depression.

In short, depression is a neurochemical reaction to severe and prolonged stress, either suddenly surfacing or gradually creeping up on you over a period of many months. The treatment for this dark cloud is much easier than you think.

Current Treatment for Depression:

Treatment for depression frequently involves two programs, one using antidepressant medication and the other repairing the damage done by months of "garbage". In all current research, the best way to recover from a severe depression is using both methods.

Medication Treatment: Remember the automobile example, being several quarts low after running too hot for too long. Depression is treated medically in a similar manner - we add a few quarts of oil until the fluid level (Serotonin) is normal. In depression, we use antidepressant medication to "add" the brain's oil, in most cases, Serotonin. An antidepressant medication slowly increases the Serotonin in the brain. Prozac, Zoloft, and the newest "Paxil" are antidepressants especially made for this purpose. They form a new class of antidepressant medications, SSRI's, or (ready for this?) Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRI).

As in the automobile, as your "oil" level goes up, your symptoms go down. Most antidepressant medications require at least four to six weeks to increase the serotonin level significantly although you'll notice improvements after the first week. Antidepressant medications, the SSRI's for example, often stop crying spells in five to seven days and stop the "garbage truck" in five to ten days.

Psychological Treatment: Psychologists and other therapists work with you to repair the damage done by the "garbage", helping you sort out reality from what your brain has fed you over the past many months. Many people feel going to a psychologist or therapist involves laying on a couch and talking about your toilet training during childhood - Nonsense! Modern psychologists are experts in not only brain chemistry, but how to repair "thinking" damage and rebuild/reconstruct your confidence. The combination of medication and therapy is extremely effective.

Usually, successful treatment for severe depression involves both medication and therapy/counseling. With both, you can expect normal sleep to return first, followed by a slowing of mind speed and the garbage truck leaving.


Some General Thoughts:

1. Depression is the most common mental health problem treated by modern psychologists and psychiatrists. In most cases, hospitalization is not required unless you have waited until you have active suicidal thoughts.

2. If you are depressed, expect your brain to be filled with mental garbage - get ready for it! During this time, do not take action on those garbage thoughts and make no major changes in your life. It's best to wait until the garbage truck leaves before making decisions that will or may change our life.

3. Depression has been researched by physicians, psychologists, psychiatrists, scientists, and others. Listen to the advice of your professionals who study depression - not your neighbors or your aunt Gladys. If placed on medication, you may be told "Don't take that Dope!". Remember, the people giving you advice don't have a 200 mile-per-hour garbage truck following them! Stick with professional opinion. Depression is a chemical problem, not caused by demons, devils, poor eating habits, a new moon, or other old-wives tales.

4. You may have other symptoms with your depression, such as severe anxiety or agitation (pacing, no sleep at all, "hyper", etc.). That only means another neurochemical has kicked in. In these cases, a psychiatrist can best select the medication for the combination of anxiety and depression.

5. When you are depressed, those who love you will become a pain-in-the-butt. They will "bug" you constantly, trying to cheer you up, giving you advice ("snap out of it" is most common), and trying to be by your side. Children will become shadows when their mother is depressed, almost protecting Mom. Be prepared for this.

6. During depression, remember that your brain goes on a bad-memory hunt, looking for old memories to torture you. Be prepared to relive or re-feel old hurts, old doubts, old guilt, and old sorrows. Be curious about what memory files the brain selects rather than focus on those memories. You can expect your brain to constantly replay the video tape (your "worst hits" tape) of your life. You'll feel guilty for things you did as a child, mistakes you made ten years ago, etc. You'll live in the past as long as the depression remains. It may interest you to know that as the serotonin level increases, the "past" returns to the past as a memory - not a torture.

7. As your brain tortures you, it may "lock on" horrible thoughts. You may feel you have a terminal disease. You may become preoccupied with guns, evil thoughts, etc. Often, individuals feel they are somehow contaminated by a killer disease, fearing they will pass it to their family. One husband brought his wife in for treatment when she began fixing breakfast in a surgical mask and rubber gloves! One man sought treatment at the office after nailing his closet door shut with 148 nails - his brain became preoccupied with the shotgun in that closet, telling him to kill his family and then himself.

In other depressed situations, people become obsessed with other issues, almost always "the road not taken". Often viewed as mid-life crisis, a straight-laced businessman now wants a Harley and a tattoo while another individual begins suddenly thinking about a past sweetheart. In almost all of these situations, the individual acts totally out of character.

8. All depressed folks look for escapes. Common methods of trying to escape depression are excessive alcohol use, drugs, sexual relationships, changing jobs, etc. A lot of good marriages are lost during these times as the spouse of the depressed partner hears "I've got to have space" or "I've got to get away and find myself!" You'll find these escapes don't work. These methods only complicate your depression and your recovery. Best bet - don't make changes, just get to a professional.

9. Most people classify all medications that act on emotions as "nerve pills". This is far from the truth. Psychiatrists actually have medications for anxiety/nervousness (Valium, Ativan, Xanax, etc.) and those for depression (Elavil, Prozac, Zoloft, Sinequan, etc.). Different brain chemicals are involved in each condition and many people make the serious mistake of taking an antianxiety medication for their "nerves", thinking they are treating their depression - Wrong! While you will be calmer, you will stay depressed. It's like drinking six beers for a broken arm - you might feel the pain less but your arm is still broken. A psychiatrist is most qualified to select the proper medication for your condition.

10. If you are placed on medication, don't expect an immediate recovery. With antidepressants, it's similar to refilling the oil in the car, only at 1/8th of a quart a day. As you continue to take the medication, your mood will slowly improve as the serotonin level increases in the brain. When depressed, every day is bad and full of mental garbage. As medication continues, you'll have a bad, then good day. As serotonin gets higher, you'll have a bad morning, then three good days. In short, it's bad-and-good at first, then finally good days with routine hassles. No one is happy all the time. People that are happy all the time are institutionalized - it's not normal. "Normal" is a good mood with normal reactions to the stress of everyday life.

11. In selecting a therapist/counselor, each one is different. All have different personalities, styles, and attitudes. Select one that has your style and most important - somebody that makes sense. If you meet one that says "I don't believe in medications" - get out of there! That therapist is about thirty years behind modern treatment. Often, your family physician is in a position to recommend the best therapist in your area. You can also look for signs of acceptance in the professional community, such as hospital privileges. You may have to shop around to find a therapist right for you.

As a word of caution, many inexperienced therapists or those with limited training may miss the fact that you are depressed. You may arrive at the therapist office preoccupied about something in your childhood that actually happened 20 years ago. You may also fool your family physician with multiple physical complaints as when Serotonin is low, all body systems seem to go haywire. A properly trained therapist will not only asked about your life and upbringing, but about the physical aspects of your situation; your sleep, sexual interest, concentration, and other indicators of low-serotonin depression or stress. The inexperienced therapist might focus on the "garbage truck" thoughts and miss the big picture, the presence of depression. If you are clinically depressed, weekly discussions of your past as told by the garbage truck will only prolong your depression and possibly intensify it. If in doubt, consult your family physician to obtain a medical/physical view of the situation as most physicians are usually trained to recognize the indications of low-serotonin depression. If you think depression is part of the problem, ask your family physician to refer you to a psychiatrist or psychologist in your area.

12. Depression affects more than the individual with the depression - it's a family-and-friends problem as well. If your spouse is depressed, he or she may be constantly talking about the history of the marriage and relationship. Remember, the "garbage truck" is running in their brain, thinking of every bad thing that has been done, said, or not done. The spouse that isn't depressed is frequently "dumped on" with hundreds of accusations and thoughts that are long after-the-fact and totally beyond correction at this point. The nondepressed spouse may suddenly learn that their partner never did like their hairstyle, their mother, their choice of automobile, or the price of the house. The nondepressed spouse will hear many "thoughts" that were present at the time of marital decisions, often years ago, but were never mentioned. The nondepressed spouse may be awakened at night with accusations and complaints that may last for hours. The nondepressed spouse will be made to feel responsible for these unspoken wishes and will be helpless as the depressed spouse lists mistakes and misunderstandings that have taken place during the entire marriage/relationship. Even though they might have been discussed at the time, the nondepressed spouse will receive much blame for past events.

If your son or daughter is depressed, they may suddenly withdraw from the family or become hostile. Due to their youth, most of their life experience is associated with the family, remembering that family experiences makes up 70 percent of their mental video tape. For this reason, the "garbage truck" will be reviewing every mistake or issue in their upbringing. In such cases, the parents are "dumped on" with what they did wrong, bad decisions they've made in raising the son/daughter, or feelings that were never discussed related to their brothers or sisters. With the low self-esteem created by the depression and stress, the son/daughter may be intensely rejecting, as though feeling they must reject the parents before the parents have a chance to reject them. The anger and hostility is often so strong that parents miss the fact that their son/daughter is depressed - they're too busy dealing with accusations or hostility to see the depressed mood.

Older sons and daughters may start apologizing for their behavior in their childhood, seeking forgiveness - despite the fact that they are now parents themselves. Parents may be shocked to find that their depressed married son/daughter is suddenly thinking of divorce in a circumstance that is "out of the blue" and totally unexpected.

If a friend is depressed, they will suddenly have no interest in maintaining your friendship. They'll stop calling, visiting, or writing. If your depressed best friend suddenly gives you their most prized possession or asks you to be included in their will to take care of their children - be on the alert! Such behaviors are often part of a suicide plan in which the depressed friend wants to "take care of business" before they leave this earth. At that point, a heart-to-heart talk is needed, perhaps offering to accompany them to a professional's office for help. Many depressed individuals are brought to the office by their parents, friends, ministers, union stewards, or work supervisors.

Conclusions:

Depression, at some level, will hit every adult eventually. While most depressions are brief, with our serotonin gradually returning as stress decreases, when depression comes and stays you may need professional treatment to recover. If you think you may have depression, obtain an opinion from a mental health or medical professional. That professional can then guide you in the direction of additional treatment and/or possible medication. Depression is no longer a mystery and is easily treated by modern methods. Treatment is usually short-term, there's no lying on a couch, and your insurance covers most of the charges in Ohio and other states. Your community mental health professionals are your clinical psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, and those at your community health-care facilities.