Who am I? First things first — here’s who I’m not: I am not a mental health professional. If you need professional help, please visit the resources listed under The Real Deal in the right rail.
Hi, and welcome! My name is Lindsey. I work full-time in Toronto, am married, have a bunch of animals and two kids. For the past three years, I have been learning how to parent a third child, my daughter’s twin and nemesis. Her name is depression.
Depression is a bit of a trickster, I’ve discovered. She’s unpredictable and sneaky and frustrating. Though she tends to lurk in the shadows of our lives, she demands more energy and attention some days than both my kids, the animals, my marriage and work combined. She often leaves me in awe of her strength and power, in awe of her ability to influence my rational, beautiful and highly intelligent daughter.
In an effort to understand her better, I’ve been doing a ton of research. How did she find us? Why does she squat in our house? Where does she go when she disappears for days or sometimes weeks at a time? Why does she come back again? Mostly, I try to figure out how to get rid of her.
Since I started parenting depression, I’ve discovered there are so many others like her. Shapeshifters who materialize in a million different ways that even doctors can’t pin them down. So many others like my daughter who walk through life with a sidekick who’s a bit of a jerk. So many others like me, trying to stay one step ahead.
Who are you?
If you found me, I suspect you’re a lot like me. Another parent, with an unexpected and unwanted guest.
Maybe you’re looking for suggestions of what to do with this person called depression. Or maybe you just need support and the knowledge that you’re not alone. Maybe you have solutions, in which case, I’d give anything for a moment of your time.
Whoever you are, I’m glad you’re here. There’s strength in numbers, they say. And if I’ve learned anything over the last few years, it’s that it’s better not to face depression alone.