Most of us have had excess for the past few months, there have been so many celebrations. Even if you are not the one celebrating, you definitely have been invited and participated. I think it is important to indulge and allow ourselves to overdo here and there. Of course what happens is then we have to balance it all out. Jewish people have been celebrating since the end of September, which was the Jewish New Year, and it did not stop until New Year 2017, which was also the last day of Chanukah.
We are so lucky to live in Los Angeles, where there were parties every night of Chanukah, and celebrations of everything you can imagine, morning, noon and night. So now we are all literally recovering, from all of the good food, drinks, and excess of being out every night. Some of us are sniffly, exhausted, and bloated, but it was all worth it, I really believe excess once in a while is moderation!
So the key phrase is “once in a while,” because anything in excess, even good things, our system is overloaded and can crash, physically or mentally. I just ran across a post about mental illness, and it gave me a glimpse into how important it is to be open and honest with ourselves, it can literally affect the quality of our life.
Rosh Hashanah reminds us that we are spiritual beings with a temporary physical experience, while New Year reminds us that we are physical beings with limited time on this earth.
There’s nothing wrong with saying “I suffer from depression and I take Lexapro.” I take care of many young patients who suffer from depression and anxiety. They usually present to me with chest pain, short of breath, dizziness, aches and pains, insomnia, lack of interest in sex, moderate to severe gain or loss in weight. The physical and blood work turn out normal and after a referral to a therapist, I treat some with SSRI or SNRI along with a diet, exercise, therapy program. What saddens me is that most don’t discuss openly their struggle with mental illness. They fear being judged. They fear others will think of them as crazy. They fear being ridiculed. So they live unfulfilled lives by hiding the most beautiful, vulnerable, and intimate parts of themselves. And, in that loneliness, they become more depressed. I’ve written many times about my struggles with clinical depression and moderate anxiety disorder, not to ask for sympathy but because it’s important for others to know they are not alone, and that it’s OK to talk about mental illness and seek therapy. You don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to be ashamed of telling a friend that you are in therapy or taking medications for depression. If you broke your leg skiing, no one would blame you for taking pain medication. If your mind or heart breaks because you were abused as a child, or you lived through a revolution, or your parents divorced when you needed both, or because you lost your mother to cancer, or because life’s been unfair, or just because, no true friend would judge you for getting medical or psychological treatment. And chances are if you talked about it, you would realize that many of your friends are in the same boat. There is healing in opening up your heart. Talk to a friend who is kind and trustworthy. Those who can’t handle it, don’t deserve your friendship. And those true friends who stand by your side will love you even more. Try it.
It seems like the mother that killed her 4 children before committing suicide yesterday, in Jerusalem, was suffering from severe Postpartum Depression.
This happened after her 8 month old baby was born and it seems that it was not attended to.This syndrome is known to have caused similar situations all over the world, though this severe is definitely not common.
Women can elaborate about this, as I understand most women suffer from this after birth but goes away with hours or days.
Was it a tragedy that could have been avoided? I think the awareness of this syndrome should become more known to the public.