What is it to Grow Old?
As many of you know, I have been fighting a problem that my doctors cannot diagnose; they sent me home after every test known to man or woman. At the beginning I was walking about six miles a day; at the end of the hospital stay, I was walking with assistance walker, now a cane. The weakness holds to me like a leach. After a hospital stay, I have been undergoing therapy at home; I am no better today than my first day home.
This weakness is interfering in my life! Therapy takes up most of my days; no less than four hours a day, with little progress. I take care of the needs of my new puppy and myself, there is no energy for anything else. Simple household chores can be monumental; as are the self care needs. The challenge that I face daily is the need to work on my writing and painting projects. That time is limited the reason, no energy which brings me to what I plan to discuss in this post, women and depression. The Covid affects older adults, twice as many women over men experience depression. Nonetheless, geriatric depression added onto medical conditions and certain disabilities can be life threatening. Depression can be misdiagnosis, as it mimics normal age related issues.
Depression in the older adults can reduce their quality of life, and it increases risk of suicide. There is no single cause of depression in any age group. Some research indicates that there could be a genetic link to the disease. However, biological, social, and psychological factors all play a role in depression in older adults.
If you’re experiencing depressive symptoms and suicidal thoughts, it’s important to get help. With the right interventions, depression is treatable, and suicide is preventable. Learn to recognize the symptoms’ of depression; if you have an elderly relative talk to them about the possibility of being depressed.
I myself suffer from depression, I have always felt that creative people are all depressed in some way; it derives from our need to create, artist, writers. My symptoms were lack of interest, unable to sleep, feelings of hopelessness, a strange sadness; feelings of no quality of life.
I share t his with you as there may be others of all ages that are living under a dark cloud of depression. Try to understand your feelings and discuss it with your physician, and always remember that you are not alone.
Below is a piece that I have written/created during these dark days, it helps to continue to create. I am fine; each day brings renewed hope for a long and bright future.
Watching the body lose its shape, the eyes no longer sparkle, now small orbs in a wrinkled face. Strength disappears, limbs grow stiff, and every function less accurate and every fiber of being frail and overwrought with life. Life is not what in our youth we dreamed it would be! The aging was not to be mellow and soft as the sunsets glow, these golden day’s decline with a hurried speed. To see the world from a pinnacle with creative eyes, a heart deeply moved. Yet we mourn to feel and see the past, the years that are gone forever. Being old is to spend long days not once believing that we were ever young. Confined in the cold prison of living day to day with weary pain. It is to suffer, being only half of what we use to be; feeble are many who are hidden away. Remembrance gone, no emotion, no life. This is the last stage of life, frozen within ourselves, soon to be an empty ghost; whom do we blame? We blame no one, no regrets, being old is a privilege.