I read an article on the internet about a woman who became a gypsy as her way of managing depression in her life. It was absolutely fascinating, she actually was a hunter and gatherer on the land and joined a group of real gypsys who taught her how to live on the land. She had one of those caravans that are curved round and look really old fashioned. This woman stated that living this lifestyle actually stopped her from going into full blown depression. Now her depression was due to a situation, my depression is due to trauma, I had no choices of lifestyle to make. But what a curious way to combat depression for herself, it was so inspiring. I love how she took a break from the daily grind and the perils of modern society and liberated herself. I think about if this were me, I would be terrified and helpless I think. I’m a vegetarian for a start so I wouldn’t be getting any warmth from animal furs or a hearty stew to feast upon after a day of picking wildflowers. Well, I could make a vegetarian stew but you know what I mean. I’ve been camping once and loved it so much, but I’ve never been back. I can remember being so hot that I didn’t care about what creatures may lurk beneath the Blinman pools in the Flinders Ranges, I just leapt in there and went for a swim. It was beautiful. But it was beautiful because it was coming to an end.
I wonder what measures other people have taken to be able to live with their depression or to manage their own mental health in a positive way. I live with depression daily, even though I am medicated and have a wonderful mental health support team. I find the fatigue from the medication is overwhelming at times. I just have to nap, some nights I’m in bed at 5pm and awake by 4am, onto the social media to see what I’ve missed on the evening past and looking for some company. Sometimes after school drop off time, I return home to sleep beyond lunch time and then get up for the day. I feel I’ve wasted so much of my life just sleeping it away. I think there are somethings that are just necessary, for survival. We all just need to survive. I used to sleep all weekend but I must be progressing because now I’m up at a decent hour, ready to go meet a friend or to do some Watercolour painting. Thank goodness for progress hey!