In my former life as a teacher I had always approached things with the attitude that if it’s bad then you need to mourn before you can move on. That’s the way I told it to parents whose children had disabilities — of course they love their children but they must go through a period of mourning before they can truly embrace their children as they are. With that philosophy translated to my current woes I should accept the bad days as they come and live the emotion before I can move on to (hopefully) happier days.
Just hold it together. Now’s not a good time to fall apart.
The problem is, of course, that life still goes on. Whether I’m doing well emotionally or not, I still need to feed and care for my family, the boys still need attention and stimulating activities, and social escapades. Accepting depression isn’t going to let me do what I need to do.
Just face the wall and let the tears fall. Don’t sob, don’t give visual or aural clues that you’re crying.
I guess the solution is to power through and make the best of things. To weather the storm by ignoring it doesn’t seem the most effective way, but for me it seems my only option. Some days are better than others.