{"id":1007,"date":"2011-08-06T05:08:20","date_gmt":"2011-08-06T12:08:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1007"},"modified":"2011-08-06T05:15:40","modified_gmt":"2011-08-06T12:15:40","slug":"antidote-to-doldrums","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1007","title":{"rendered":"Antidote to Doldrums"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had an insight yesterday. Not headline-making, just personal. On a minuscule scale, I experienced the rather well documented theory that being active helps to combat depression. Who really knows what brings on a &#8216;funk&#8217; but my downer may have sprung from a day book-ended by doctor&#8217;s visits, first for me and later in the afternoon, my daughter. \u00a0I had rare hours to myself for much of the afternoon and made the mistake of spending an inordinate amount of time thinking and getting anxious about the fact that I have decided to have my ovaries out at the end of September. \u00a0Precautionary. Something not too suspicious looking, but still <em>something,<\/em> is on one of them &#8212; and rather than go through a battery of tests &#8212; I blithely said, &#8220;just take &#8217;em out!&#8221; Then I started reading (ah the danger of the internet!) about the surgery and recovery time and got, well&#8230; depressed. \u00a0It crept up on me, heavy feelings turning into walls of gloom I couldn&#8217;t quite see over. Rather, this doom crept <em>out<\/em> of me like a miserable, hibernating sloth that&#8217;s been hiding away within me like a miserable parasite just waiting for the moment to return. \u00a0And then, by the skin of my teeth, I managed to pull myself out of paralysis. \u00a0Grabbing some clippers, I forced myself to get up and make the rounds in my very overgrown yard. \u00a0August isn&#8217;t much for flowers but I managed to find these <a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1009\" title=\"SAM_0848\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848-1024x768.jpg?resize=640%2C480\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848.jpg?resize=1024%2C768 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848.jpg?resize=300%2C225 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/SAM_0848.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a>\u00a0and more importantly, I chased the threatening gloom away by participating in, paying attention to and moving in nature. \u00a0And it started by getting my ass out of the chair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had an insight yesterday. Not headline-making, just personal. On a minuscule scale, I experienced the rather well documented theory that being active helps to combat depression. Who really knows what brings on a &#8216;funk&#8217; but my downer may have sprung from a day book-ended by doctor&#8217;s visits, first for me and later in the &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1007\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Antidote to Doldrums<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[15,12,27],"class_list":["post-1007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-seasonal-musings","tag-garden","tag-nature","tag-walks"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-gf","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1007","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1007"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1011,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1007\/revisions\/1011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}