I am so sorry, Patti. Depression is one of the worst maladies imaginable, because of all the things you so beautifully said. My mother suffered terribly from it, and I have too, at times. I'm so glad the prosthodontist said what he did. I am thinking of you and sending love vibes. You are not only recoverable, you are magnificent.
Small miracle to read this today. It feels like a cross between a warm hug and a life raft and I am grateful. Depression is both mask and camouflage. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Thanks, Patti. One of the best posts of yours I have read. I do not have depression, but have known people with it, and your post helps me understand what it is like to have it. You have provided such a service today by being so honest about what you went through. Thank you.
I’m so sorry. The irony is how many people look up to you, admire you, would jump to your aid in a heartbeat. You ARE extremely high-functioning. I’m sorry that I didn’t see that you wanted help.
Covid has done the same for me: increased anxiety, days of not leaving the house… Your description of it is so accurate it’s reassuring. It’s not just me. Or you! Likely there are more of us than we think.
But I’m also feeling the hope in your words. I’m glad you didn’t take no for an answer from your dentist. This new guy sounds like a good one. There is so much going on, taking steps to care for ourselves AND others (THAT part you do so well) is important. Thank you for the hope and courage in your words. Sending love.
Life tends to show us that there are second opinions and multiple chances when we can take that centering deep breath and refuse to take defeat for an answer. I am glad you show up in my world.
Your words hit me at a time I needed to hear them. Struggling to lose weight, to stop eating so many sweets, feeling like a failure. So glad you have a new dentist who can help you. Thank you for your words. They are wrapping around me.
I am so proud of you for having the courage to go to the prosthodontist, and am thankful that you were referred to someone who was kind and caring. Your message is so important - no one and nothing is unrecoverable.
Moo. All of what you wrote shimmers for me the same way. Substitute cleaning dishes, cleaning the floor, “organizing” the crooked stack of things in most closets, cabinets, drawers, and how even thinking about tending to each thing makes me want to lie down. If anyone happened to ‘stop by’ and came in my house and saw everything, I would have to leave the country. That’s how vast the shame is.
I love that your mouth situation is recoverable. That is a phrase of hope. What a gift to find that in a medical setting. Even a small tilt of the kaleidoscope creates an entirely new picture.
This one of the best stories you've ever written, Patti... and I've followed you for years. Your vulnerability took a huge amount of courage and honesty. You've helped so many people including me and my daughters who have spent our lives dancing in and out of anxiety and depression. With all my heart, thank you.
You write beautifully about the hardest things. Teeth are a special little touch point- the US places so much importance to the appearance of your teeth- but the true story of your teeth often reflects so much about your life- and the many things we are often taught to hide try: poverty, sensory disorders, depression, low ef, anxiety induced grinding & clenching- so the shame grows in your mouth and we don’t speak of it.
I feel seen. My depression has been more present on and off since I hit menopause. Some of what I feel are depressive episodes have been trauma reactions to the emotional therapy I have been doing in the last 2 years. By emotional therapy, I mean dealing with emotions that I stuffed for over 60 decades. I finally know I am brave enough, resilient enough, strong enough to deal with this. Not dealing with this stuff has blocked my fully learning about my sexual self. Sorry if this is TMI,
I love the way you write Patti. Always have...always will. Thank you for your way of weaving your experiences for us. There is so much love and admiration for you here. ❤️
I am so sorry, Patti. Depression is one of the worst maladies imaginable, because of all the things you so beautifully said. My mother suffered terribly from it, and I have too, at times. I'm so glad the prosthodontist said what he did. I am thinking of you and sending love vibes. You are not only recoverable, you are magnificent.
Small miracle to read this today. It feels like a cross between a warm hug and a life raft and I am grateful. Depression is both mask and camouflage. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Holy shit can you ever write. Awed and inspired.
Thanks, Patti. One of the best posts of yours I have read. I do not have depression, but have known people with it, and your post helps me understand what it is like to have it. You have provided such a service today by being so honest about what you went through. Thank you.
I’m so sorry. The irony is how many people look up to you, admire you, would jump to your aid in a heartbeat. You ARE extremely high-functioning. I’m sorry that I didn’t see that you wanted help.
Covid has done the same for me: increased anxiety, days of not leaving the house… Your description of it is so accurate it’s reassuring. It’s not just me. Or you! Likely there are more of us than we think.
But I’m also feeling the hope in your words. I’m glad you didn’t take no for an answer from your dentist. This new guy sounds like a good one. There is so much going on, taking steps to care for ourselves AND others (THAT part you do so well) is important. Thank you for the hope and courage in your words. Sending love.
Life tends to show us that there are second opinions and multiple chances when we can take that centering deep breath and refuse to take defeat for an answer. I am glad you show up in my world.
Your words hit me at a time I needed to hear them. Struggling to lose weight, to stop eating so many sweets, feeling like a failure. So glad you have a new dentist who can help you. Thank you for your words. They are wrapping around me.
You are enough. As you are. Just as you are. You are unconditionally
loved, now and always.
Your dentist did you a favor. You now have the right one.
I am so proud of you for having the courage to go to the prosthodontist, and am thankful that you were referred to someone who was kind and caring. Your message is so important - no one and nothing is unrecoverable.
Moo. All of what you wrote shimmers for me the same way. Substitute cleaning dishes, cleaning the floor, “organizing” the crooked stack of things in most closets, cabinets, drawers, and how even thinking about tending to each thing makes me want to lie down. If anyone happened to ‘stop by’ and came in my house and saw everything, I would have to leave the country. That’s how vast the shame is.
I love that your mouth situation is recoverable. That is a phrase of hope. What a gift to find that in a medical setting. Even a small tilt of the kaleidoscope creates an entirely new picture.
I love you so.
Moo
This one of the best stories you've ever written, Patti... and I've followed you for years. Your vulnerability took a huge amount of courage and honesty. You've helped so many people including me and my daughters who have spent our lives dancing in and out of anxiety and depression. With all my heart, thank you.
You write beautifully about the hardest things. Teeth are a special little touch point- the US places so much importance to the appearance of your teeth- but the true story of your teeth often reflects so much about your life- and the many things we are often taught to hide try: poverty, sensory disorders, depression, low ef, anxiety induced grinding & clenching- so the shame grows in your mouth and we don’t speak of it.
I’m glad you were met with such kindness.
I feel seen. My depression has been more present on and off since I hit menopause. Some of what I feel are depressive episodes have been trauma reactions to the emotional therapy I have been doing in the last 2 years. By emotional therapy, I mean dealing with emotions that I stuffed for over 60 decades. I finally know I am brave enough, resilient enough, strong enough to deal with this. Not dealing with this stuff has blocked my fully learning about my sexual self. Sorry if this is TMI,
I love the way you write Patti. Always have...always will. Thank you for your way of weaving your experiences for us. There is so much love and admiration for you here. ❤️
Another great piece.