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Religious freedom for all! Oh wait, but not them…

There has been a giant outcry by Catholics recently that the federal government is attacking them by not allowing insurance companies who are contracting with organizations who are affiliated with the Catholic church to have an exemption to the new national requirement that all health insurance plans cover birth control pills. They say that forcing someone to pay for an insurance plan which covers something they find sinful is a breach of the separation of church and state. They are screaming for religious rights for the employer to not pay for a plan which allows for birth control, even if the employer does not have to pay for the birth control coverage and the insurance company has to pay for it themselves.

Fine, the rights of the employer outweigh the rights of the employee if the employers rights are based in religious belief. But if we’re going to defend fringe Catholics’ beliefs (and I say fringe because 98% of American Catholic women have used birth control other than NFP) let’s defend all religions’ beliefs.

If an employer is a Jehovah’s Witness, they should not have to pay for insurance which covers blood transfusions.

If an employer does not believe in vaccines for religious reasons, they should not have to pay for insurance which covers vaccination.

If an employer is a Christian Scientist, they should not have to pay for insurance which covers any type of traditional or non-traditional medicine (other than that provided by Christian Science Practitioners).

After all, if you were employed by a Christian Scientist, or an organization affiliated with the Christian Science church, I’m sure you would be happy to be denied any real health care in the name of defending freedom of religion, even while the entire rest of the country was guaranteed it.

As we all know, separation of church and state means that anyone can ignore the state for any reason if they do it in the name of the church. Don’t they teach that in public schools any more?

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It may get better, but I never will

Living with dysthymia sucks.

Partially because you will never, ever, ever get better.

Partially because you are surrounded by the message that if (you try hard enough/you get on the right meds/you find the right therapeutic tool/the stars align/you give it time/etc) you will get better. (And you want to believe it, so you do.)

Partially because it is variable. You can get used to the good days and then the bad days sneak up and slap you.

I have had so many good days. Since being pregnant it was almost like I wasn’t sick any more. I was happy by default. My life was peaceful.

Until last week when I went on a trip that, while I enjoy it, also happens to be very triggering for my various issues. And, to try to be considerate, and because I thought I was healthy enough to deal, I left my service dog at home.

I couldn’t do it. The depression came back. I was crying into my pillow. I was listless and hopeless and anxious and didn’t care about anything.

But then it got better. I thought it was one episode brought on by the extreme circumstances.

But evidently it’s broken the equilibrium I had. Because now I’m depressed again. And I can’t shake it. It crept in, slow and steady, with no trigger. I guess feeling healthy was just too good to last.

I know I should be grateful for the months of health I had. But I’m not. I resent them.

I resent them for making me think I could have a normal life.

I resent them for showing me how good healthy feels.

I resent them for making me forget all my coping mechanisms.

And most of all…I resent them for giving me hope.

Hope I was better. Hope it could last. Hope I’d found my miracle balance. Hope I had done something, accomplished something, to earn that good time, and that I could keep it up.

Hope I could be normal.

Hope I could be happy.

How could I forget? I will never be better.

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Riding My Pregnancy Mood Swing

When I got pregnant I was wary of what it may do to my moods, given that I already suffer from dysthymia and anxiety disorder. I was warned repeatedly to keep an eye on my conditions and watch for them to get worse. Every midwife I talked to who found out about my history cautiously told me to be sure I had support in place. After all, post-partum depression is real, and so is ante-partum depression. The raging hormones of pregnancy can do crazy things to our minds and moods. Every pregnant person I’ve known has complained about the wild mood swings their hormones force on them. I was aware things may get worse, but I also knew they may not.

What I didn’t expect was that pregnancy would actually serve to level me out. Since getting pregnant I have had exactly one episode of depression, and it was under some pretty extreme circumstances when I was forced to be without my service dog.

I have, however, experienced the pregnancy mood swings everyone talks above. Oh my goodness, those swings have a range!

I tear up at lame TV shows. I panicked over finding the absolute best price for our stroller. Little comments can sting deep and cause hurt. Stupid things can make me sad. Crying is becoming a regular part of my day.

However, “mood swing” is the perfect name. It is as if I am on a playground swing, swinging out over ocean, secure in my seat. My moods go up and down randomly and unpredictably as I swing back and forth.

But it is nothing like depression.

Depressions is like falling out of the swing and plunging into the deep, dark ocean so low you no longer know what is up and what is down. You are lost, disoriented, confused, and hopeless as you struggle valiantly in a battle others cannot see.

The emotions of my mood swings, which my husband can tell you are pretty significant, are nothing, nothing, compared to the potency of depression. Yes I have a roller coaster of ups and downs throughout my day. Yes, I cry at the drop of a hat over things 20 minutes later I’ll realize don’t matter at all. Yes, I get genuinely unhappy more easily than before.

But these emotions are all so surface-level. They are me swinging securely well above the fathomless ocean, and in the lowest low of these hormonally induced moods my toes aren’t even touching the spray of the water below.

I almost enjoy my pregnancy lows, because they are so handle-able. They are so easy. I can deal with this surface-level unhappiness. It is nothing!

The experience of being pregnant and having these mood swings I have heard so much about has really showed me that what I suffer? Dysthymia? Is not normal. It is not a weakness that I cannot deal with depression taking over my mind in the same way other people deal with unhappiness. Now, for the first time in my adult life, I am getting the chance to deal with simple unhappiness. And I can not only do it, I can do it easily!

While I have said over and over to others that unhappiness is not the same as depression, I have always wondered. Doubted myself. Thought maybe it was just me. Maybe it was a personality flaw. Maybe if I just tried harder. Maybe I, for some reason, wanted to be unhappy and that’s why I couldn’t shake it off. Because even my unhappiness was always tinged with the threat of depression. My swing was set low enough that, at the low point of my arc, my feet were in the sucking ocean water. It was all caught up together.

Now it’s not. And I am realizing.

I am strong.

I am capable.

I can deal with regular emotion.

Depression? Is not regular emotion.

And you know what? I still deal with it.

I kick it’s ass. I did every day of my life for years before I got pregnant.

You know how you can tell?

I’m still here.

Depression didn’t win.

And I’m so glad. Because I’m getting to live the truth that it really, truly, does get better.

This may not last. I may have my baby and get hit with PPD so hard I cannot cope. I realize this.

But for now, I am enjoying this time of better.

Please realize this: Depression is not unhappiness.

If you do not suffer from depression then no matter how bad your PMS, how bad your mood swings, how often you might “get sad” sometimes, you are still swinging carefree over the ocean those with depression are drowning in. Recognize the difference. Even just that recognition can help those around you fighting the battle stay strong.

And if you are fighting that battle? You are strong. You are facing challenges most people don’t even realize exist. And you are winning. Every day you are here, you are winning. Keep fighting.

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Overdue Update: California Adventure

Hello, world! I *am* still alive, and baby girl is still doing well! Between work and a new semester and traveling and being sick I have simply not had time to get to this here blog as much as I would like.

A couple weeks ago the hubby and I took what is evidently called a babymoon to California. We didn’t do much for our anniversary, because we knew I might be pregnant and didn’t want to plan something I couldn’t really enjoy. But then we decided, forget it, so what if I’m pregnant, I can still have fun! We went to Disneyland, which the hubby had never been to, and had a BALL.

You know, up until I got either food poisoning or a stomach bug and spent the first night after Disney throwing up for approximately the 2nd-15th times I can ever remember in my life. As a side note, throwing up while pregnant is a very interesting experience. Have you tried doubling over with a big belly in your way? Things get..awkward..fast. Anyway, we ended up missing our next day, which was supposed to be at Universal Studios, because I was too sick to do necessary things like stand or drink water. You know, details. But after that we went back to Disney for two more days and it was magical fun. It didn’t hurt that my bestest friend Erica drove up to join us for those two days in Disney! I LOVE seeing her. And she earned her keep when she told us we could rent a wheelchair so I didn’t have to hobble around the park after 48 hours of no food!

After our days in Disney we said goodbye to my bestie and headed to Huntington beach, where we spent several beautiful days right on the ocean in a giant, gorgeous, luxury ocean-view hotel room relaxing and enjoying each other. It was wonderful and rejuvinating.

Another plus: while we were gone, snowmageddon was happening back home. Evidently the entire area shut down for the week. When we left it was just starting to snow. When we came back the snow was mostly melted. When you consider the fact that the entire (very, very hilly) city of Seattle has 3 snow plows you get an idea of how equipped they are for snow. And when you think about how the area had 8-12″ for most of the week, you understand why the region shut down.

We, on the other hand, were busy strolling on the beach barefoot in short sleeves and rolled up pants, enjoying 70 degree weather and full sun.

Yeah…too bad we missed the snow…

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