Gillian Marchenko

March Home Staging, Jooniper Design, Author & Speaker

A glimpse at a mother’s depression

A glimpse at a mother's depression, and the quilt that ensues because of it
A glimpse at a mother’s depression, and the quilt that ensues because of it

A glimpse at a mother’s depression

(Because I am such a fun gal, I’ve decided to share a little bit of my latest work in progress as far as writing goes. I am working on a project about my struggle with chronic depression while attempting to mother my four children, two with Down syndrome, and two with the usual number of chromosomes, and live in the realm of professional Christianity as a former missionary and now as a pastor’s wife. Depression isn’t usually a word a lot of Christians talk about. Well, I’m talking about it. And I will continue to talk about it because it needs to be talked about, and it helps me to heal. I’m not depressed today (mom, you don’t have to call after reading this), but whenever I read this scene, the words bring weight back to my chest.)

I’d like a drink of water, but I can’t imagine getting out of bed, walking downstairs, turning on the faucet and filling a glass to bring to my lips.

I hear the kids downstairs, they are home from school. My husband is telling them to put away their coats, hats, and gloves. Polly is singing a song from Super Why, and Zoya is complaining that Elaina is mean. Pots and pans shuffle around in the kitchen. I imagine Sergei clicking on the gas to the oven, and pulling out a pan to start dinner. I listen, holding my breath, wondering if the signs of life downstairs will bring a pulse back to my chest? I push the air out of my cheeks, and feel my body sink deeper into the mattress. I roll over, and put the soft white comforter with a black design over my face.

“Mom?”

I’m down under a mud puddle somewhere in a dream. I hear a muffled voice. “Mom? It’s time for dinner. Mom?” I roll onto my back and squint my eyes up at Zoya, my middle child, the easiest baby for me, the one who still crawls up in my lap and rests her head on my breast like she’d nurse if she could.

“Hi.” I clear my voice. This is where it gets tricky. I don’t want to scare my kids. I glob together blips of energy lollygagging in my body. My mind gathers them together like worn out pieces of left over pie crust that won’t stay together, even with a little flour and spit.

“Hi honey. How was school?”

“OK.”

Zoya’s voice is small and distant. I see the fear in her eyes, and work hard to remember if I’ve taken a shower today, or yesterday, or if I will, perhaps take one tomorrow. I can’t imagine what I must look like.

“Um, Papa says it’s time for dinner. Can you come down and eat with us?” My daughter, her face creamy and smooth, like white velvet. I catch her sometimes, when I’m well, lying in her bed alone. “Whatchya doin?” I say nonchalantly. “Nothing, just resting.” “OK, honey, love you.” I walk down our light yellow hallway wondering if she feels sad at all, deep down in her heart? Would she tell me if she did?. I worry she’ll get whatever whacked gene I seemed to have inherited that makes life bad and hard for no real, apparent reason. I hope to God it isn’t so.

“No, I’m not going to come down for dinner tonight. I’m still not feeling great.”

“Ok, do you want us to bring you up a plate?”

“Maybe a little later.”

Zoya bends toward me, wraps her soft arms around the bulk of my body hidden under the covers. Her embrace stops the ache, just for a second. A tear slides down my cheek and I wipe it away before she can see it.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, Zoya.”

She leaves my bedroom, and I wriggle around on the mattress to find a way to ease the pain of my heart and body. She closes the door.

I’m covered in black again.

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33 comments found

  1. oh God. I feel like crying. But I think that was the intent of how you wrote this… to bring depression to life… or perhaps the feeling of death (or darkness) is closer to the truth. You write so well…. keep writing…. and keep letting those little arms hug you =)

    I am interested to know if you have always struggled in this same way with depression or whether having Polly was the beginning of struggling much more with it?

    Love you Gillian! Thank you SOOO much for being soooo honest.
    Joy

    1. Hi Joy, thanks. Yes, I think I always struggled with depression, but I didn’t know it. I spent a lot of time in my room as a child. it got bad, though, after the birth of my first baby, and yes, was much worse after Polly at first.

      Thanks for your encouragement.

  2. Ughhhh. I know the feeling so well. But I never suffered depression like this while I had my daughter. I’m pregnant w twins now, boy/girl. My son has Down syndrome and heart defects requiring heart surgery. Oh and I’m a single mom. And I am afraid that “what if? What if I get to that dark place again?” Prayers for you.

  3. Let me rephrase. I have a five year old daughter now and am expecting twins in march. I’m 27w2d today. On bedrest also.

  4. Excellent post. I, too, am a Christian woman that suffers from depression. I had to change churches a few years ago because of it. The church I was in made me feel like I was a disappointment to God because I was depressed and that taking meds for it was “spiritually weak.” Medication has changed my life, I still struggle because of chronic pain I live with – but I am finally able to get out of bed each day and have something that looks like a real life. Women in 3 generations of my family killed themselves because their depression went untreated. Depression is organic and there are so my great treatments to make it much easier to live with. I thank God each day for the men and women of science that do this research!

    Please know that I am praying for you and your family.

  5. I am in the “recovery phase” from my last funk from depression. Since 2002 I have been in counseling on and off due to these ongoing funks abd other life issues. I am also taking 2 medications which at times have been decreased but most recently increased. When I think back to being a kid, teen etc. I think I might have struggled with these issues then but just chalked it up to “growing pains”. The last 2 months were rough and it was especially hard to understand because as this time last year I made it through the holidays with no problems. I was irritable, ordered food instead of cooked, isolated myself from my friends and family, stopped going to church as well as not following though with my responsibilities to many other things. I would call in sick to work and when I was at work I was not able to focus to do my work. Instead of reaching out to God or others I suffered in silence. Even after my sister and mom had an “intervention” I still was not able to break free. At one point I was just so tired of going though these episodes that I thought this world would be better without me and I didn’t want to suffer anymore. Just within the last 2 weeks I have started to feel “normal” again after increasing 1 of my medications. This past Sunday was my second Sunday back to church, am back at Awanas, cooking, more patient with my son, praying, reading God’s word and motivated. I am embarrassed by my actions/behavior because of my depression by thank God I have people in my life who understand, forgive and love. I also feel selfish because I know there are other people in the world who are dealing with much greater battles. I pray that if and when I feel myself start to sink into the dark abyss I reach out instead of drown.

    1. Jami, thanks for sharing your journey with us here. I so understand your feelings of embarrassment, and selfishness. I struggle a lot with these emotions too. But it’s part of the sickness, and like any other sickness, we need treatment. I take meds, see a therapist, try to connect with God and my faith community, see a holistic doctor, etc… and still, I struggle from time to time. Let’s both try not to waste our precious energy on guilt. Let’s just try to get better. Hope to talk to you more. Will pray for you.

  6. Oh well, depression is being considered by many faithful christians, & even by as much christian friends, that somehow you’re considering to help you lifting back your spirit well, so instead of openning with them what you’re going through, you’re prefering to kept it alone everytime 🙂 Sad, so just to have someone to listen you in awhile, you’ll be calling unchristian friends to be with you even just for a café cup, so you’re able to let go some feelings in another words 🙂

  7. Thanks for sharing, Gillian! Robin Monroe, I’m glad you left a church that made you feel this way. I’m also really empowered by your strength in the face of a family history of terrible struggle. I’m not a Christian, but I grew up around the church. I have pretty intense anxiety and bouts of depression, and I remember being so tired and sick of the Christian platitudes about depression or other mental-physical problems just needing prayer and reflection. I’m glad there are Christians out there who take mental health issues seriously. Cheers to you all, and all the best. Stay strong.

    1. Isaac, thanks for sharing some of your experience and your thoughts. I totally agree, platitudes of any kind don’t replace true help, understanding, and treatment. Stay strong as well, my friend.

  8. Oh boy. I’m right with you. I hate having the kids around me when I’m in a slug, mostly because I don’t want them seeing it, but MAN, it really does drag you down so hard it’s difficult to get out of it, isn’t it.

    It’s awful.

    I am not Christian but having grown up a missionary child, of course I relate. There is the sense that you need to be the example and be strong and perfect and rise above whatever. But obviously Jesus loves us in our imperfection, and the struggle is part of the process and the process brings us closer to him, so I suppose it’s all good?

    I have no answers. But I do have love for you. xox

    1. I think it’s both actually. I know that I assume other Christians don’t support me, when in actuality many do. I just think the conversation about mental health needs to b brought up more in the church.

      Thanks for commenting Stacy.

  9. I’m so happy you wrote this. My problem is anxiety. I know that every time I write about it in public, the shame voices in my head decrease. I usually hear back from others who are silently suffering too. Often we form a quiet little prayer circle together among understanding Moms. Thank you!

  10. I’m so happy I finally read your blog! You can to my MOPS group in Dyer, Indiana to speak and it was very uplifting. It also helps to find other people who are suffering with depression. I do think it is still a stigma that not many people talk about. I know that my depression is from my DNA, passed down generation to generation. I can see how some people numb themselves with drugs or alcohol. Luckily I have a great Dr. who helps me figure out the right medications at the right time of year and a great supportive husband. It is a daily battle and my worse time is when winter comes and I have more of the SADD effect going on. Please keep writing and I will pray for you and your family. Again, Thanks for being an advocate and helping people understand depression.

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