Always get me down.
But, it’s more than just raining on Hysteria Lane today. It’s almost as if the world is weeping with us.
Late last week, my daughter received the most saddening and shocking of news. Her lab partner at school had committed suicide.
On this rainy, Monday afternoon, my daughter’s friend, Christina, will be laid to rest on what would have been her 16th birthday.
I didn’t know this child personally, but my heart is just broken for her and her family, for everyone who loved her and for my oldest daughter, who is having a very hard time accepting and dealing with this.
This morning on the radio, they played this Karen Carpenter song and I cried the rest of the way home after taking the kids to school. Karen Carpenter has always been one of my favorite singers. Unlike a lot of female singers, Karen had beautiful sounding tones at the lower end of her vocal scale. She didn’t scream, screech or belt out tunes like a lot of today’s singers. Karen sang from her heart and you could feel it.
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
Karen Carpenter died in the early 80’s from complications of anorexia. Little was known about eating disorders and depression at that time. Fortunately, that's changed, but there's still too many misconceptions out there.
No one needs a reason to be depressed and it’s more than just “the blues”, a temporary sad mood. You can’t just snap out of it. The Depression Monster can strike anyone at any time, children and adults alike.
I’ve been visited by the beast myself and I tell you, probably the only thing worse is watching one of your children have to take on this monster.
For the last year, my beautiful and talented Middle Daughter has been battling depression and anorexia nervosa. It’s been a long and uphill battle and probably will be a lifelong struggle for her, but she is finally appearing to have gained enough strength to beat this for now.
I’m very proud of her. Being a teenaged girl is hard enough. Having to do that and deal with two overwhelming disorders is beyond what any child should have to bear. Fortunately, my daughter came forward about the feelings she was having and we were able to get her the help she needed.
I only wish Christina had done the same.
Today, for Christina, please make sure that everyone you love and cherish knows just how much they mean to you. You can never tell them too often.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Always get me down.