“We’re not getting any younger…..” Is probably one of the phrases I hear most in church congregations locally. The Church of England feels very wobbly at the moment. Congregations are ageing and not seeing where the new generation of believers will come from. Grandparents feel sad because their adult children no longer attend church, despite them having grown up within a loving congregation. So grandchildren are being brought up experiencing church as a tradition just for older people, and to mark key life events.
All this weighs us down and we do not look to the future with confidence or expectation. Continue reading
I was browsing the internet the other day in a distracted sort of way, when the title of an article caught my eye. “The Secrets of Radical Self Care.” I was pretty excited about that. Bog-standard, ordinary self-care has been an increasing part of my life recently. I’ve been living with depression for a large chunk of the last couple of years. I’ve had to learn how to pace myself, how to take time out for things that will make me glad, how to have realistic expectations for myself and not attempt to do All.The.Things. This has been good and important. But you get to the point where articles on self care are mostly telling you things you already know. Continue reading
Denim quilt chair cover
I made a quilt to use as a chair cover for a very comfortable but ugly chair. I’ve never done anything like that before and I was kind of making it up as I went along.
It’s not very expertly done. The binding doesn’t quite lie flat along one edge, because it twisted while I was sewing it. (Note to self: trying to get away with using as few pins as possible doesn’t pay off) It’s not a beautiful pattern or an ornate layout. But I’m pleased, all the same. Continue reading
Hand writing a letter with a goose feather
How’s it going? I hope the whole, “easing back into work” thing has been going ok. I’m writing this at the end of April, as I’m just about to start easing back in – a Phased Return. It’s almost May, now, so when you read this it will almost November. You’ll be somewhere between Harvest and Remembrance, with a very pressing awareness that Advent and then Christmas are beginning to loom rather large.
While I’ve been off work, I feel like I’ve learnt quite a lot of stuff – about myself, about God, about what it means to be a Vicar. But I’m afraid I might forget all this. That once I’m fully back, I’ll get busy and fraught again. Then all this good stuff will go out of my head and I’ll get overwhelmed and go back to my old habits of thinking. I’ve tried those out and they didn’t really work that well, that’s partly why I’ve been off in the first place. Continue reading
What happens when you’re deeply committed to working hard to earn approval from people and from God, and then you are forced to stop?
I’m exhausted and signed off work sick and I’m not doing anything busy to earn anyone’s approval at all. In fact, by being off work, I’m creating hassle and work for others, the complete opposite of what I would normally aim to do. My Protestant Work Ethic lies in pieces on the floor. Continue reading
I was sent this poem by a good friend, during a particularly difficult time. I come back to it again and again (and have even memorised it) because it does me so much good.
I often want to share it with people, but it’s hard to find it online in an easy to link to format, so I’m putting it here.
What’s helpful, or unhelpful when you’re supporting a friend with depression? I can’t answer that in an authoritative way, I can only speak for myself. Depression shows itself differently in each person, it can vary enormously in severity, symptoms and duration so this is nowhere close to being a definitive answer. But I was asked this question recently and it seemed a helpful one, so here is a personal attempt at an answer. Here is a little of what is going on in my head, when people try to talk to me about depression, or try to avoid the topic.
Speaking in Code
If you ask me how I am, I don’t want to say “I’m fine”, because it’s fundamentally not true, and I’m a truthful sort of person. Saying “I’m fine” when I’m not makes me feel cut off and isolated from people, which makes the depression feel even worse. But neither do I want to say, “The depression is making everything really bleak right now”, because that’s swerving the conversation in a pretty deep, dark direction and you were probably only hoping for a bit of small talk and to pass the time of day. Continue reading