As I tweeted last night, I came home from work in tears and had a great cry:
I’ve written a few times this week, about how the Holiday stress has really started to get to me. Getting the kids dressed and dropped off at two different daycares every morning, fighting INSANE traffic to work, working, fighting INSANE traffic home, picking the kids up, putting dinner on the table etc by my self, is enough stress for me without the added pressures of buying the perfect gifts, stocking-stuffers, wrapping them up beautifully, finding touching Christmas cards, and making delicious treats for potlucks all while keeping an immaculately clean house. (Cough cough cough – my house is definitely not clean).
I’ve gotten away from my running over the past few weeks, but with your awesome support and motivation, I went out for a run on Wednesday and Thursday at lunch:
And I feel so much better – thank you!
Why was I crying?
Unfortunately there is someone in my life who just doesn’t understand my running, and seems to find it their personal mission to make fun of me every time they see me running. I don’t think they would do it if they knew WHY I run:
I suffer from mild depression and seasonal affective disorder.
And running is my “cure”.
This person always makes snide comments about not needing to run because they’re skinny enough, and that their treadmill is being used as a clothes hanger because they don’t need to run. They then follow it up with a laugh so that everyone else laughs along with their “joke”. I don’t blame the others, they’re left in an uncomfortable situation and they don’t know what else to do.
Well after two years those “jokes” are no longer funny. I have a fairly thick skin, but no matter how thick your skin is, mean jokes eventually get the better of you. Though I guess many people wouldn’t understand why those jokes are considered mean.
I have mild depression and seasonal affective disorder, and running outside is part of my treatment.
Making fun of my running (my treatment) is making fun of my disease. It’s making fun of me and who I am. And it hurts. A lot – Especially when I’m already vulnerable.
Now I probably should have a heart-to-heart talk with this person, but I’m way too emotional about it now to do it in a calm and effective manner. So I just avoid this person as much as I c
Why am I writing this post?
As a public service message. As a reminder:
Do not make fun of people.
You have no idea where there brain is – Or where their emotional security is. It’s not like depression is a sticker that someone wears at a party:
So I’m asking you all today, and every day, but especially at this time of year when the days are short and the stress is high, do unto others as you would like done unto you.