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Battling Depression and Sloth: Routine and Ritual – Shawna R. B. Atteberry
Oct 112011

October 2-8 was National Mental Health Week. I’m a little late to the party, but this week I’m going to post on my own struggles with clinical depression. This post was originally published on December 4, 2008.

I am becoming very content with routine. I like praying at set times (Morning prayers and Compline or Vigils). I like doing a little housework and laundry to maintain the order of my house. I like reading and writing in the afternoon and in the wee hours. I like walking in the morning, but practicing yoga in the evening. And I am thinking that routine may be more than than the same old drudgery we tend to define it as.

Kathleen Norris started me thinking about the value of routine in her latest book: Acedia & Me: A Marriage, Monks, and a Writer’s Life. What is acedia you wonder? Acedia is from the Greek akedos, which means absence of care. Wikipedia defines it as apathy or laziness. It’s more commonplace synonym is sloth, one of the seven deadly sins. This is the one of the seven deadly sins I am the most acquainted with. Me and acedia (or sloth) are on a first name basis. Here is one of Norris’ descriptions of acedia:

One of the first symptoms of both acedia and depression is the inability to address the body’s basic daily needs. It is also a refusal of repetition. Showering, shampooing, brushing the teeth, taking a multivitamin, going for a daily walk, as unremarkable as they seem, are acts of self-respect. They enhance the ability to take pleasure in oneself and in the world. But the notion of pleasure is alien to acedia, and one becomes weary thinking about doing anything at all.

Taking care of ourselves and where we live, are signs of self-respect. Signs that we take pleasure in our lives, in others, in what we do, and in who we are. When we let sloth in, it really does suck the pleasure out of life. When I let acedia have its way, I have trouble getting off the couch, let alone writing a chapter or picking up the clutter.

I live these paragraphs more often than I want to admit. Like Norris I don’t know if acedia leads to my depression, or if the clinical depression makes me more suspectible to acedia. I do know the two tag-team me on a regular basis, if not a daily basis.

So much of the time I just don’t care. I don’t care what gets done and what doesn’t get done. I don’t care if I write or not. There are times I don’t care if I shower or not. I have no ambition, no energy, and no drive to accomplish anything.

I mindlessly surf the net, mindlessly watch TV, mindlessly stare into space. And I don’t want to do anything else. Norris notes that repetition is what fills our days. Life is a routine of daily activities: getting up, showering, eating, cleaning, working and playing. These are the rituals of life-from putting on clothes to making the bed to rinsing out the tub-these are the daily activities that keep us connected to life, connected to each other, and connected to ourselves.

In prayer a couple of months ago, I asked God to make me aware of her presence in my everyday rituals, to remember God was with me in the making of my bed and in making wholesome meals. That’s when it hit me that everyday routines were rituals. Not only rituals to bring us closer to God, but rituals to take care of ourselves. This is Brother Lawrence’s knowledge that worship in the kitchen making meals was every bit as important as worship in chapel taking communion.

Instead of routine, I am slowly starting to think of the daily motions of my life as ritual. Something I do because I am important, and I am worthy of taking care of myself and my surroundings. It’s slow going, but I think that is because there is no quick fix. It takes a combination of prayer, yoga, meditation, daily routines, antidepressants, and the daily discipline to do small things like the make the bed and shower. But I feel better.

I also think that realizing my routine was not the 9-5 one our world glorifies in has had a major impact on how I feel and function. I am a night owl. I’ve always done my best and most creative work in the wee hours. It’s after midnight. It’s quiet. It’s dark. I can hear myself think and for some reason, in the wee hours, I don’t mind hearing those thoughts. Last month I started staying up working until 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. I get up around 10:00a.m., pray morning prayers and practice contemplative prayer. I start working between 1:00 and 2:00 p.m., and go until around 5:00. I practice yoga, make supper, and spend time with The Hubby. Then sometime between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m., I get back to work (usually closer to 10:30 p.m. because I have to have my Jon Stewart fix). I cannot believe how much better I feel, and how much more energy I have. I am very blessed to be self-employed and able to set my own hours. I am doubly blessed to have a husband who supports my work and hours (well he is jealous; he’d keep the same hours, if he could).

I am finding a lot of self-acceptance in this process. Accepting that I keep different hours, that I need that order and routine of the Daily Office, need to clean off the coffee table and keep the tub somewhat clean. I’ve always enjoyed cooking and crocheting, but I now I am finding sacramental moments in creating meals and creating gifts for others. I like the journey I am on, and I hope it gets me through this winter better than the last two.

Chicago winters are brutal if you have depression and tend towards Seasonal Affective Order. Depression and sloth are knocking on my door, and they will be held in check until after Christmas. But January and February. . . That’s when I become a big slug who doesn’t care if I get off the couch. I have not made it through the last two winters well. But I am hoping to do better this year in adding routine and ritual to Vitamin D, B complex, antidepressants, prayer, and yoga. Well, actually, I’m hoping to keep practicing yoga and exercising regularly. That is something I have yet to accomplish in the winter gloom. But I have hope. Hope that the little things do make a difference, and that if I keep doing the little things everyday, I will eventually become whole and healthy.

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What Are You Saying to Yourself?
Another Jouney with Depression

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Depression and Spiritual Direction

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  11 Responses to “Battling Depression and Sloth: Routine and Ritual”

  1. Hey Shawna
    I find myself in your post.I battle seasonal depression but go figure mine is summer! I hate the heat in OK like you hate the cold in Chicago. I’ve been wanting to read the new Kathleen Norris and you’ve just reminded me to put it on reserve at the library.

  2. Kathleen’s new book is wonderful. I originally checked it out from the library, and then I bought it.

    Sunlight seems to help me. One of the reasons I have a hard time up here are the very short days, and there are a lot of overcast days in January as well. Ug.

  3. This is powerful, Shawna–thank you for sharing. Prayers as your challenging time approaches.

  4. Thank you Sophia.

  5. This is a great post and a reminder that self-care is an important thing. It is easy to dismiss self-care as as self-indulgence, but in fact, it is an act of responsibility and stewardship.

  6. Thank you Lainie. And it is something that neither our society nor the church encourages.

  7. good, thoughtful stuff here… thankfully in the past 6 months i’ve taken charge and the self-care has become front burner priority… no more back burner simmering until the pot boils over, or worse yet burns dry. i hope in the ritual of everyday, you find your self-care rich, fulfilling and nourishing to your soul…

  8. Shawana, thank you for throwing me a life-line- off to buy that book!

  9. Thank you for stopping by hotcup and sharing your experience. Sally, it’s one of the best books I’ve found for dealing with depression and sloth. I know you’re having a tough time. I’m glad I could throw you a lifeline.

  10. Thank you. It’s so hard for me to separate self-care and indulgence, but I think you’re right about routine… Indulgence happens when you deprive yourself of the things that nourish you for too long.

    God bless you

    • Thank you for sharing with me Katie. It is very hard to know where that line is between self-care and excessive indulgence. As women we always taught to give, give, give and never take care of ourselves. This is something we have to learn, and I’m trying my best to keep giving myself lots of compassion when it comes to taking care of myself. I hope you do too.

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