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	<title>Tammy&#039;s Bird Brain &#187; depression</title>
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		<title>Expectations</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:34:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The expectations I have for myself and others have become a mountain of disappointment.  I am so tired, tired, tired. Tired of the disappointment. Tired of the waiting. Tired of the depressed silence that comes from the failed expectation. If I could eliminate expectation from my life that would be great.  I might live and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The expectations I have for myself and others have become a mountain of disappointment.  I am so tired, tired, tired.</p>
<p>Tired of the disappointment.</p>
<p>Tired of the waiting.</p>
<p>Tired of the depressed silence that comes from the failed expectation.<br />
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<p>If I could eliminate expectation from my life that would be great.  I might live and love more freely.  I might live in my moments.</p>
<p>The worst part about expectation is that you usually ruin people with your own expectations of them and they don&#8217;t even know about it.  Then you get angry with them when they didn&#8217;t even have a fighting chance to save themselves in your eyes.  All because they didn&#8217;t know your expectations.  And a lot of the time your expectations are ridiculous.<br />
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<p>Stupid expectations.  You are little shits. </p>
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		<title>what a difference a year makes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 04:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am sitting here alone in my house. It is quiet. Eva is asleep. Clint is gone with a friend. I have actually turned off the TV. All the lights are off and the only sound is the computer and an occasional car outside. Now is the time reflection comes. I pulled down an old [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am sitting here alone in my house.  It is quiet.  Eva is asleep.  Clint is gone with a friend.  I have actually turned off the TV.  All the lights are off and the only sound is the computer and an occasional car outside.<br />
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Now is the time reflection comes.<br />
<BR><br />
I pulled down an old journal and read about what I was doing two years ago.  I usually like to walk down memory lane but when I started reading I was reminded that two years ago was not a good time for me.  It was my first experience with my own depression.<br />
Depression was something I never understood; it never plagued me even as a teenager; it doesn&#8217;t run in my family.<br />
I understand a little better now.<br />
<BR><br />
Anyways, two years ago I was moving from Chicago back to Utah.  I had been living without Clint for four months.  He had moved before me for work; I had had some commitments to fulfill.  It was hard.  I got depressed.  My depression continued for a few months and I made some life changing decisions at the time that I probably should not have been making.  I was not myself.  I try to remind Clint about it but he doesn&#8217;t remember it very well which is frustrating but expected.  I probably hid more than I shared.  I did not seek help which I probably should have.  It is amazing how dark depression makes your mind.<br />
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I share this because life has changed dramatically in two years.<br />
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<font size="5">See!</font><br />
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<p>At the time of my lowest I wrote in my journal this:<br />
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<p>2/23/2008</p>
<p>&#8220;I will not attempt to crawl out from this hole anymore.  When I attempt I just fall again.  I will sit here at the bottom and await my fate.  I am finished.&#8221;<br />
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At this point all I could think &#8220;I can&#8217;t wait for a year from now; I want it to be a year from now&#8221;.<br />
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About 11 months later I had Eva. <br />
Can you believe that?<br />
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No matter how hard things get and how horrible they look things can get better if we keep trying and moving ahead; if we keep trying to climb out of our holes; if we keep living even if we feel like a robot. <br />
It&#8217;s OK if there are days when we don&#8217;t have the strength and a pity party is in order.  Pity parties can be really helpful especially if you have great people to talk you through them. (Here&#8217;s a shout out to Michelle and Teresa.  You know all my dirty laundry and don&#8217;t mind the smell.  Love to you.)<br />
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<p>Looking back makes it a lot easier to look forward.  I am so glad I am where I am and I have learned what I have learned.  Hindsight has a beautiful view.</p>
<p>I wonder what is in store a year from now. </p>
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