5 Things I Used To Enjoy Before Depression
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By Kirsty Nikulin

Depression is a no-good thieving swine. It robs you of many things, including enjoyment. Today, I’m posting a list of five things that I used to enjoy before depression stole them from me.

In no particular order…

5 Things I Used To Enjoy Before Depression. Depression is a no-good thieving swine. It robs you of many things, including enjoyment. 5 things I miss... and the impulse buy that gave me new hope

5) Cooking

So, I was never Nigella or a budding MasterChef contestant, but I used to take a real pleasure and sense of contentment from cooking home meals for my eldest child or other people. I’d cook pretty much every day. Or if I wanted to show off a little bit! And I was ok at it, mostly. There was even a time when I’d hand bake bread with my eldest on a regular basis, and I loved it!!!

These days, it’s a chore, and whilst I will try to make the effort because I’m conscious of my family’s nutrition, if I can get out of it I will. It’s a chore I no longer take pleasure from. Sometimes it’s the case that I don’t have any energy and can’t do anything, other times I can but don’t enjoy it. My slow cooker is now my best friend. Often S cooks. Deliveroo helps ease my guilt and conscience; I can order higher quality food that’s more nutritionally balanced (vegetables!!) if I’m ever reduced to getting a delivery. I hear there’s something called an Instant Pot on the market now, which sounds promising!

4) Polishing

Weird one. Anyone who’s known me long enough knows I was never into cleaning and tidying up. Never what you’d call a domestic goddess. But some tasks, I didn’t mind and even found quite enjoyable. Polishing was one of them; something about it was immensely satisfying. I loved that it was so easy and made the room instantly smell fresher. Scent was always important to me for its ability to alter mood, set an ambience or prompt a memory. These days, it’s slid away from me into the mass of household chores I find overwhelming and unbearably frustrating. Along with vacuuming, ironing and arranging the bookshelves(!)

3) Reading To My Children

It’s a small but very real tragedy, if you ask me, that my youngest has never known a mother who truly relished reading stories. Years ago I absolutely LOVED reading stories out loud to my eldest. I recall reading Fantastic Mr Fox animatedly to him before bed over a number of weeks. It was my favourite Roald Dahl book as a child, and I loved sharing that with him, passing it on. Once at a child’s party, the mother caught me in the next room, reading a storybook to a small crowd of children. She walked in, smiled and commented, ‘You’re in your element!’

Reading stories was something I was good at! Now, I will read when pressed to but I don’t make efforts to any more. Sometimes I’m asked, and I feel a flash of panic and give S a side-eye signal to take over. And sometimes I find the zone and I’m in my element again. Occasionally. But mostly, reading out loud has become a chore I no longer enjoy. It’s something I’m quite sad about.

2) Bedtime Routine

I used to quite like doing the bedtime routine – about as much as anyone can, anyway. I always liked ‘cosy’. CBeebies Bedtime Hour, bath, teeth, pyjamas, story, sleep. Same every night for years.

Over the years as my depression has worsened, I have slowly sidled out of my role in this aspect of our day-to-day lives. The struggle of having a child who either physically struggles to fall asleep or outright refuses (I’m not sure which at this stage), making the bedtime routine drastically more difficult and dragged-out, probably hasn’t helped. At the height of the school run that nearly broke me, I couldn’t function any more by that time of evening. I was wiped out and in physical discomfort too. I couldn’t cope with anything and certainly not the struggle of attempting to put my youngest to bed.

Gradually S’s involvement in bedtime became more and more prominent until he’d pretty much taken over, and it became ‘his’ thing. These days I function a little better, but I no longer know where my place is in the bedtime routine. When I make attempts at becoming involved, I feel like an outsider. I have become the ‘substitute’. Which doesn’t feel nice, to say the least.

1) Flowers

I love colours! I love scent! I love flowers! I do, but I just don’t have the energy for them these days. Once, I would make a point of purchasing flowers to have around the house. They instantly improved a room, and I loved the colours. I liked lilies for their heady scent (although the pollen is a bugger). Irises for their colour. Daffodils for their bold sunny yellow and childhood memories of Wales. Tulips for their colours and smooth curves. Roses for their richness and romantic connotations. Hyacinths! Peonies!

But, of course, each time I bought new flowers came the same routine of finding and cleaning a vase, trimming the stems and leaves, getting my fingers pricked by thorns, in the case of roses, mixing the feed, arranging them… Initially, this wasn’t a problem; for a while, it was one of the few things I could still claim as my role, but over the years, as my mental health dwindled, this routine seemed to sap more and more energy. I began to buy them less and less, and eventually my buying flowers was such a rarity, you could pretty much say I’d stopped.

S still continued to bring flowers for the house, even as I stopped buying them myself. But as my interest in caring for them waned, and they went neglected, he too gradually stopped bringing them home as much, to my relief in fact, as each time he did, I felt an obligation and pressure to cater for them, despite feeling touched by the gesture.

Loving flowers again

Today on impulse, I bought flowers for the first time in an age. Daffodils and tulips. They’re pretty low maintenance and yet high impact. The supermarket was filled with them, and I just thought, ‘Why the hell not?’ The Daffs aren’t in bloom yet, but I’m loving how the tulips look in my living room – the flash of colour, the satisfying shapes. Who knows, I may buy more later, maybe even fill the house with them!

Much Love

Kirsty

Reproduced with permission, originally posted here: muchlovekirsty.co.uk

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