Love Strikes Back at Depression- With Little Acts of Kindness and a Prayer. Say, “Good morning or Hello”

An introduction to a topic I really want to write about, this topic is depression and it will be from an angle wisdom gleaned by observing situations in my professional and personal life.  l shall write it as a weekly post. You assume that in the family setting you can and should be open and honest about your lives and worries.  However, it is not always easy for the person going through depression to tell you about their problem.  Even if they do it might not be in a way you can comprehend, recognise or relate to.  In my experience, through observation of each others everyday behaviour, as one does, you can know patterns and these can be used to recognise the beginning of a shift from the norm in the physical or emotional  persona or in their mindset.

Whether the person is undergoing treatment by a psychiatrist, having counselling or neither, but relying on the love and care of family and friends, little acts of kindness do help.  Specifically, it’s about planting happy memories, which then go a long way to helping in their recovery.   You might be thinking, but the source of each person’s depression is different, just remember, love and kindness make a big difference to all of us,  no matter our problem.  You probably won’t like to do this but out of love you must.

Lesson One:- Using meal times to communicate and reaffirming you care.  Never forget to greet or say hello anytime and but don’t overdo it.
For example, saying “Good morning, how are you? I have your breakfast. I pray you feel better today. and I am here to listen ” makes a lot of difference even though you might not see it straight away.

Even if you are not allowed inside the room or the person is not getting out of bed at the usual times, leave the tray of food by the door and give that information too.

Copyright:  Susanna Dziworshie 10/07/2018

A jolt, a song and a Birthday breakfast.

Jolt

I felt the jolt, as I was in deep sleep I thought it was a dream.  Then came another and another, so it wasn’t a dream after all.  I distinctively heard children’s voices singing “Happy Birthday to you Mum, Happy Birthday to you Mum ” and they added their own verse, “Wake up and eat your breakfast”.  At this point I started yawning and stretching, with the aroma of a delicious English Breakfast and the children’s happy faces, I didn’t need any convincing.  I thanked, hugged and kissed each of them and winked at my husband who had supervised their morning endeavours.

The Power of His Love

The measure of your love,

So deep it touches the depth,

And we couldn’t fathom its ending

That no one could ever reach,

Such a height that’s way above an Everest

Upon Everest of skyscrapers you ever did see,

And this is all without the width measure,

The inclusion of which would be and is

It is a truly miraculous power because

It’s the Love Jesus Christ Our Lord has for us.

Give and Take

“Thank you for the good genes, look at my toned arm after my tennis games, said the daughter to her mother.

“You are welcome and I am glad I could be of help”, mother replied tongue in cheek.

“Aisha, Aisha please come over,” mother called.

“Why do you keep calling my name like I am a young child?” Aisha grunted.

“Isn’t that a strange thing to say, it is your name after all and I have to say it to call you, if I didn’t, you would say no one is communicating with you” concluded mother.

“All in the name of symbiotic relationship, I guess”, said the opinionated Aisha.
Symbiosis

ARTIST OF THE YEAR

Frederick Asher was the toast of the town, the art exhibition at the prestigious Midler Concorde Museum had art enthusiasts queuing round the block to take a look at the Minimalist work of this unique artist.  He had brought a new dimension  to the world of art.

His personal experience has been translated to work on canvass.  It was well appreciated by the audience who voted him ARTIST OF THE YEAR.

The Wedding of the year

The bride and groom walked towards each other nervously because they hadn’t seen each other since the night they arranged with their cousins to be chaperoned, meet and talk.  This was frowned upon by the older members of their families and they were strictly forbidden to meet again.  The funny thing, they work together at the hospital, even the workplace they were watched and talking of anything else but their jobs was difficult.  They were in love and were prepared to go through this for the two weeks before their wedding.  A compromise had been made and theirs was a traditional cum modern marriage, it was not totally arranged.

Luckily the preparations for the wedding was gathering pace so this kept everyone busy.  Each day presents kept arriving to the bride’s parents’ house.

Meetings for the smooth running of this event was taking place among those delegated with roles to manage specific areas.  Of course, the hard work for the wedding of the year was compensated by the excitement it was creating in the whole town.

Nervous

Free will

Exposure

When too much of something becomes a problem,

When exposure cannot be controlled at source,

Or controlled along the delivery,

Neither is control achieved at its receipt,

Why oh why do we continue

To continue to have and make substances

That, cause us problems.

Like the drugs damaging our people

Is this all about free will?

Or are we at the point to rein in

EXPOSURE.