tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post5787385916634897467..comments2024-03-06T05:16:16.411-05:00Comments on car on the hill: How to Talk Frances Kuffelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928021465309402200noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-50157366724913891922014-03-20T15:36:50.983-04:002014-03-20T15:36:50.983-04:00I am very interested in and touched by what you wr...I am very interested in and touched by what you write. Keep doing it, please.<br /><br />Kirsten in NYCAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05427074835264522064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-14960553519355408762014-03-20T13:59:09.914-04:002014-03-20T13:59:09.914-04:00I'm grateful that I never had to deal with ser...I'm grateful that I never had to deal with serious depression. But I have had many many anxiety attacks and I think of them as like "mini-depressions"--when I'm going through them life feels so incredibly bleak that it's just overwhelming. I had them as a married person with my husband right there in the room. I've had them all alone as a widow. I have a deep faith in God but when I'm having one he seems so far away it's pitiful. When it's over and it always is in less than half an hour, I feel so normal again. And then I wonder how it would be to have depression and not have that terrible heaviness over in a short period of time. So I have great compassion for all those who suffer from it. My brother lost his wife to suicide (after only two and a half years of marriage). Recently I found out that an old friend of my husband's has depression (I found out from his wife who emailed me). I'd had no idea. Like you said, about the person who smiles on the outside, he was such an upbeat person to talk to. I haven't seen him since then. And I can't tell him I know because his wife swore me to secrecy. He called me one day to tell me that his dad had died and that he was feeling terribly grief-stricken--as though he'd lost his best friend. He and his wife don't get along very well. Who was it who said that we all "lead lives of quiet desperation"? Hilarynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-39157675324207487812014-03-20T11:31:41.018-04:002014-03-20T11:31:41.018-04:00I want to say that I don't know how you see in...I want to say that I don't know how you see inside, understand this dark place so well, but unfortunately I know it's because you've been there, you live there too. I wish that weren't so. But I would be lying if I said it doesn't make me feel somehow a little less alone to know that you KNOW, that you get it. That doesn't make me stop wishing you didn't have to, but I guess it's a silver lining.<br /><br />My heart aches for your friend. You're right - getting up and going to work every day, locking all the misery and just bleakness inside so it doesn't show on the outside - sometimes, when things are just bleak, that can be helpful. It can keep you from sinking too deep. But when you're already deep? It's torture. It's Hell.<br /><br />I pray for solace for him, too. I'm not sure anymore what I believe or what I don't, but I do believe - or want to believe, anyway - that there's Someone or Something that hears, that feels, or just some energy that responds to our will. So I'm wishing that for him today. <br /><br />And thank you, Frances. You phrased it so perfectly that I can only echo it back to you - some place in my heart is not empty because you are in my world.Valerienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-44907882429777825052014-03-20T11:30:12.683-04:002014-03-20T11:30:12.683-04:00Oh Frances-this made me cry. Dealing with depressi...Oh Frances-this made me cry. Dealing with depression myself it is so rare to find someone who "gets it". Thank you for being one of those people.<br /><br />Kathy from RenoKathy in Renonoreply@blogger.com