You are really doing something to me right now. What’s going on? I remember reading and hearing
“For every high there is a relatively equal low; what goes up must come down, for every up there is a down…
Is that what is happening now? Did I have such a nice time on Saturday that you dumped me into the well? I am sitting here feeling cold and dark, and like I cannot get out. I haven’t felt this way in a long, long time. I try to have some lightness and humor in each day, but for two days, I have hidden. I kept hearing the word despondent in my head, and until I looked up the definition, I wasn’t sure if that was what my mind meant to be saying to me.
Definition of despondent “Without or almost without hope; despondent about his/her failure; too heartsick to fight back…
That’s how I’m feeling now. I have absolutely no fizz. On Tuesday, I woke up crying with that catch in my chest, you know the one that you get after you’ve been crying your heart out and sobbing for a while?
I had absolutely no coping skills, so work was not much fun. Crying intermittently throughout the day does not allow me to accomplish much.
And, when YOU are supposed to be the fun one, providing smiles for everyone else; well, you can imagine how very, very long the days are. I’ve told everyone that it is not them, it is me. But, I think my dear thyroid, it is YOU! You are a part of me, so it is us.
I’ve called and made an appointment to see my primary care physician to talk about you, depression and my weight, but we are not stopping there. I want you to speak up, too. We need to see the endocrinologist and fast. So, you need to come up in the report, all the numbers that will get us there.
My metabolism or lack thereof, and I mean severely lack thereof does not allow me to take any medications. I have adverse reactions to every single depression med, to the point of nearly being hospitalized. Serotonin syndrome is not pretty. Let’s not go there again. I need you to help me.
You need to help me. Please help me. I’m afraid of the dark and I hate feeling cold and empty.
I have been sitting down here in this well with my arms wrapped around myself. I forgot or didn’t seem to realize that no one might know that I am down here, if I don’t yell and make some noise. So, here goes
“HELP! HELP! I’m stuck down here! Somebody! Come and help me!”
It must be morning. When I look up, I can see a little tiny light…Is anyone there?! Don’t worry, dear thyroid, we’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here, soon. I hope.
Beginning to feel hopeful,
(Bio) Kathy Taylor “This letter addressed to my thyroid comes from me, a now 54-year-old woman, married with a very patient husband, and 2 daughters and 6 grandchildren. I love my job, working as an Activities Director in a nursing home. I love coffee, wearing my polka dotted boots and my slicker in the rain, and reading John Updike. You can find me on Facebook…