A New Approach To Fighting Depression, CALL IN THE ARMY!!

A New Approach To Fighting Depression, CALL IN THE ARMY!!
A few of nights ago I was feeling my usual feeling of unsolicited sadness. There it was, a spirit draining moment of despair that crawled its way into my bain via a wave of chemical imbalance.

My son had wanted to play cards or something so I had to echo those words that I, as a parent, most dread to utter. "I am sorry baby, I am feeling to blah. I have the sadness in my head again".

My son is very familiar with "Mommy's Sadness". The mere existence of this evil presence has, on many occasions, left me, his dear mama, in a state of unfunctionable despair, all curled up in a ball of unmotherly dispiritedness.

My clever little man decided to rescue me from the life sucking sadness that always seemed to get in the way of our fun. So he called in the troops.

Before I knew it a handfull of little plastic army men were battling their way through the trenches of my hair. His army men had aroused a crusade to rid my brain of the anti-happiness kamikazes.

Now is it coincidence that my son knows how much I love it when he plays with my hair?

I could hear from above my scalp, deep, precise, shouts of soldiers in battle.

The words "GENERAL WE'RE COMING IN!!!" reverberated in beat with the trampling of little, fused together feet as his troops attacked and slaughtered the powerful sadness.

But amid the cries of "ARRRG" and "Kaboom" I felt at peace. The marching of the troops, and thier entanglement in the foreign war zone, that was my hair, felt good.

Listening to my son play with such passion and imagination, a game which is typical of a child his age, was uplifting, especially since it was elaborated on top of my head.

It was a ring side seat into remembering the happiness of my own creative play as a young girl.

This well orchastrated tactic of his may have lasted a total of ten minutes but within that time the reigning sadness was forced into a quick retreat.

I was left feeling empowered and enlightened, the way a mother should feel when she is raising such a empathetic and nurturing child.

It may have been this battle was won and I, for this moment of time, was able to recover from the tyranny of my depression. For this I have my son to thank.

If I thought for a moment that something as simple as a calvary of green little men could actually win me the entire war, I would recommend such to other victims of this cruel and oppressive dictator of pychological wellness, the der fuhrer of the brain, innocently known to my son as simply "Mommy's Sadness".

Think about then how much suffering would be eradicated.

If only........   

 ©2008 FlookyArtist (originally posted in my CafeMom blog FlookyArtist's Journal)
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