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When the New England Patriots win, I win

Today is most definitely a good day. My New England Patriots beat the Miami Dolphins and clinched another AFC East title. The Super Bowl seems like a real possibility.

I watched the game — and even better, I watched it with one of my best friends. On both our faces, there were smiles all around. I’ve posted before about my love of watching sports, but I’ll say it again: if I’m really into the team and the game, nothing gives my endorphins I jolt like sports does.

That jolt came in handy today. My day started with a trip to the pharmacy because I needed a refill on my anxiety meds. It was a little disappointing, because I had hoped that my dosage would be reduced. After the week I had, though, I knew that wasn’t going to be possible.

But I had the game–and some nice social time with my friend–to look forward to. I just had to keep thinking about that.

So today, the Pats won. I got to spend time with a good friend. And yes, I have my anxiety meds–meds that do help me manage my daily life, even though I have a love/hate relationship with them.

Yes, today was big win, all the way around.

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How the New England Patriots are helping me cope

I’m really glad that the New England Patriots are on a winning streak–for more than the obvious reasons.

I’ve been a pro football fan all my life. And when the Pats beat the Jets last week for their third straight win, I actually thought to myself, “If I do something crazy to myself, I won’t get to find out if the Patriots make it to the Super Bowl.” That’s right — the Patriots are keeping me from attempting suicide.

Let me be clear–there’s a difference between thinking about suicide and actually having a plan for it. It’s actually common for people with depression to think about suicide often. It’s also common to be embarrassed to admit that. But I want to rid myself of shame and embarrassment. That’s one of the reasons I started this blog. So yes, I think about suicide often. But I am not suicidal. I do not have a plan. Fortunately, there are many reasons for this. And one of them is that if the Patriots make it to the Super Bowl, I want to be around to see it.

No matter how I feel before the game, the Patriots make me euphoric when they win. Same thing with the Red Sox. (Yes, if you haven’t guessed by now, I live in Boston.) The year I moved here was the year that the Sox won their first World Series in 86 years. I will never forget the shear, unbridled joy that swept through this city. And I will never forget being a part of it.

When I’m in a deep funk, I tend to forget that I can and have experienced joy in my life. Many times. I’m grateful that I thought about that when I watched my Pats last week. They are one more tool in my “mind trick” arsenal. When my depression tries to tell me that there’s nothing worth living for, I can fire back: “You LIE, you big black dog, you. There are SO MANY things to live for.”┬áLike watching Tom Brady and the boys. Look out, Chicago Bears. You’re next!