Something I’ve realized, when you have dysthymia or any form of depression, the idea of a vacation feels odd. It might seen strange to think that a vacation wouldn’t be enjoyable but in my case it’s nothing more than day that I don’t deal with ‘work work’. The rub is you never get to take a vacation from your depression.
For me I was required to take this time off from work, but most of the time I’ve spent thus far has been strictly focused on cleaning out my bedroom in preparation for new furniture to replace my aging and moisture warped old furniture.
I hope that once the bulk of my cleanup is done I will find the motivation to venture out, maybe get some coffee or something similar. It must seem odd to folks to think that ‘free time’ isn’t viewed as something amazing and cherished. I am often reminded of the phrase “Same shit, different day”. Particularly because I live in Hawaii, a place that most folks think of as a getaway location.
The value of a vacation takes on less meaning when the thing which drains you most, that consumes your energy isn’t something that freedom from work grants you. Still though, time in itself is an opportunity, it’s just difficult to achieve it sometimes.
