I had an attack of the ‘sads’ last night. More than melancholy, an overwhelming feeling of feeling overwhelmed.

I know we all have them. Indeed, if there’s one benefit from the advent of social media (and blogs), it’s ensuring we never feel alone in our thoughts or actions. And I must confess to being relieved when someone leaves a comment on a blog post saying:

“Oh my god, I do that same thing and I thought it was just me!” 

Once upon a time we didn’t admit to such things in public, but as it’s something we all feel from time to time I’m not sure why not*. Naturally I had a whinge on Twitter (#asyoudo): a cry for help; attention-seeking behaviour; or just feeling alone and needing to (over)share? Who knows?

My #blahness was the result of a combination of things. I knew what they were and some I’ve been struggling with for a while. But the feelings snuck up on me. One minute I was reading in the bath and getting out to cook dinner – the next I was having a little sook in bed.

Some people reach out to others when they’re struggling. I withdraw… and I’m sure my close friends will attest to that. Asking for help or reassurance is difficult for me… although I almost jumped in my car and drove the 42km to my mother’s – ‘cept it was pouring rain and I was in my PJs.

What eventually occurred to me however was this:

I shared it on a Facebook Forum recently and I truly believe it to be true. So… after I wallowed for a while I pulled on my big girl pants and got back into it.

And of course today… nothing seems quite as dire.

Do you sometimes struggle with the ‘sads’? What’s your cure? 

*Note I’m not talking about longer-term depression here.

I’m flogging my blog With Some Grace today.