"My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.
And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it." -Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie
I found this on a friend's tumbler account. I don't talk openly about it very often but as I was going through therapy a couple of years ago (concerning the rape) I was diagnosed with a multitude of issues most of the I have over come but the ones that are the hardest to fight against are the ones I've dealt with the longest. I have depression and have had it since childhood (long before the trauma and aftermath.) "Depression" is written in my medical files (I asked for a copy of my records from the college before graduating) SAD (seasonal associative depression) is also listed along with PMDD which causes severe depression as well. I also have general anxiety disorder.
Simply put I'm messed up, a lof of us are. These are called "invisible diseases" and on top of these I have PTSD and RTS (rape trauma syndrome). After years of battling all of this and other medical/health issues that can make depression worse, I'm glad to say I have more "up" days than I do "down." That being said the "down days" can seem a whole lot darker and hardly anything can pull me out of the lonliness. These days can last anywhere from a day to months at a time. Like most people I'm good at hiding when I'm like this, most of the time. Generally when I have no energy to take care of myself or do anything but sleep I'm told I'm being lazy, some kind of know what's going on and they say "oh its just a phase you'll get over it."
The absolute worst case of this was in 2011 just after I had moved away from home. I moved in with my then boyfriend and his son, as well as two roommates. Needless to say things were cramped in the small apartment, tempers flared mostly between us and the roommates, eventually they were forced to leave for the sake of the child in the situation. After that things went downhill fast. Admittedly this was not a healthy relationship from the start and as time went on, over the course of 8, my issues with depression got to a point where my routine was to wake up, change the baby, feed him, put him in his room to play safely while I sat in a chair at the computer doing nothing or go back to bed, through out the day waking up on a schedule to feed the child his next meal. That was it nothing else. I stopped going out of the house (unless we had gotten into a fight, then I'd leave, walk around for a while and eventually come back). Not once was love expressed by him, and my friends and family had already been alienated by this point. I had absolutely no reason other than taking care of the child to keep me going. When things got really bad I lost 50 in about two months, my hair was falling out in clumps, and almost all of my physical health conditions became worse. On top of my then boyfriend's actions, several of his friends (who I thought were my friends at the time) started to treat me poorly calling me a bad mother, and blaming our failing relationship on me and my "laziness." (On a side note friends and family did see how bad the relationship was and tried to convince me to leave.)
A woman isn't just the reflection of her man, she's a reflection of all of the love and support she receives. During a conversation with a friend the other night (while I was having a pretty darn good day actually) she felt the need to remind me that I am loved. I hardly ever hear or feel those words outside of my family saying them so it came as a bit of a shock. Don't you know the next day my depression decided to rear its ugly face. My friend's voice came into my head, just as I was about to let the depression zap my energy, and it's exactly what I needed to hear. The day before (when I was having that pretty good day) was the first good day I had had in a week's time. All last month the depression was slowly draining me and I let my chores and my crafting go by the wayside, today I had the energy to clean for 3 hours straight (before the dust filled my lungs and I had to take a breather). I've been smiling almost all day and felt good enough to start writing a story based on one of the title ideas my friend unintentionally gave me during the course of a different conversation. Today I was a reflection of my friend's love. So I ask you if you know someone who's having a rough go of things, don't just stand there and say "things will get better" or "tomorrow's a new day" simply tell them "I love you" and make your actions show it as well. Do exactly what Brad Pitt did for Angelina, shower your loved one with affection, love, and praise. Your words and actions wont fall on deaf ears, but it will take time.
And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it." -Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie
I found this on a friend's tumbler account. I don't talk openly about it very often but as I was going through therapy a couple of years ago (concerning the rape) I was diagnosed with a multitude of issues most of the I have over come but the ones that are the hardest to fight against are the ones I've dealt with the longest. I have depression and have had it since childhood (long before the trauma and aftermath.) "Depression" is written in my medical files (I asked for a copy of my records from the college before graduating) SAD (seasonal associative depression) is also listed along with PMDD which causes severe depression as well. I also have general anxiety disorder.
Simply put I'm messed up, a lof of us are. These are called "invisible diseases" and on top of these I have PTSD and RTS (rape trauma syndrome). After years of battling all of this and other medical/health issues that can make depression worse, I'm glad to say I have more "up" days than I do "down." That being said the "down days" can seem a whole lot darker and hardly anything can pull me out of the lonliness. These days can last anywhere from a day to months at a time. Like most people I'm good at hiding when I'm like this, most of the time. Generally when I have no energy to take care of myself or do anything but sleep I'm told I'm being lazy, some kind of know what's going on and they say "oh its just a phase you'll get over it."
The absolute worst case of this was in 2011 just after I had moved away from home. I moved in with my then boyfriend and his son, as well as two roommates. Needless to say things were cramped in the small apartment, tempers flared mostly between us and the roommates, eventually they were forced to leave for the sake of the child in the situation. After that things went downhill fast. Admittedly this was not a healthy relationship from the start and as time went on, over the course of 8, my issues with depression got to a point where my routine was to wake up, change the baby, feed him, put him in his room to play safely while I sat in a chair at the computer doing nothing or go back to bed, through out the day waking up on a schedule to feed the child his next meal. That was it nothing else. I stopped going out of the house (unless we had gotten into a fight, then I'd leave, walk around for a while and eventually come back). Not once was love expressed by him, and my friends and family had already been alienated by this point. I had absolutely no reason other than taking care of the child to keep me going. When things got really bad I lost 50 in about two months, my hair was falling out in clumps, and almost all of my physical health conditions became worse. On top of my then boyfriend's actions, several of his friends (who I thought were my friends at the time) started to treat me poorly calling me a bad mother, and blaming our failing relationship on me and my "laziness." (On a side note friends and family did see how bad the relationship was and tried to convince me to leave.)
A woman isn't just the reflection of her man, she's a reflection of all of the love and support she receives. During a conversation with a friend the other night (while I was having a pretty darn good day actually) she felt the need to remind me that I am loved. I hardly ever hear or feel those words outside of my family saying them so it came as a bit of a shock. Don't you know the next day my depression decided to rear its ugly face. My friend's voice came into my head, just as I was about to let the depression zap my energy, and it's exactly what I needed to hear. The day before (when I was having that pretty good day) was the first good day I had had in a week's time. All last month the depression was slowly draining me and I let my chores and my crafting go by the wayside, today I had the energy to clean for 3 hours straight (before the dust filled my lungs and I had to take a breather). I've been smiling almost all day and felt good enough to start writing a story based on one of the title ideas my friend unintentionally gave me during the course of a different conversation. Today I was a reflection of my friend's love. So I ask you if you know someone who's having a rough go of things, don't just stand there and say "things will get better" or "tomorrow's a new day" simply tell them "I love you" and make your actions show it as well. Do exactly what Brad Pitt did for Angelina, shower your loved one with affection, love, and praise. Your words and actions wont fall on deaf ears, but it will take time.