I don’t need a book or lecture to remind me that depression is a physical illness, and not something that is just made up in my head or a weakness on my part. I don’t choose to battle this demon over and over again. I know exactly what has caused this latest bout, but I won’t get into it on this blog because I really don’t want to pull anyone else from my personal life into something so public. But even though I have come miles from where I was three years ago, just a mild cruelty from another person can cause me to spiral.
I am fighting back as best I can, but again I know this is biological in nature because I can actually feel it deep in the core of my being. Depression feels like a physical ache, a dullness, almost like a heavy suit made of lead that the universe forces me to wear and walk around in. Depression isn’t just feeling sad, it is the inability to feel joy. It affects everything I do, everything I see and everyone I interact with on a daily basis.. I have difficulty concentrating, I lose my appetite and have trouble falling asleep, mixed in with the dark moods are bouts of anxiety that arise seemingly out of nowhere. The constant battle of highs and lows is like riding the world’s most unpleasant roller coaster. Sometimes looking at pictures of friend’s babies on facebook, or seeing a loving couple walking down the street will reduce me to tears. The subway tends to bring on bouts of sadness. I don’t know if it is something about the stillness, the anticipation of getting home, or that I have to sit and deal with my brain but I tend to fall down the rabbit hole on long late-night trips. Or maybe it is that while sitting there I have a tendency to notice everyone around me, and little things remind me of what I lost. I honestly don’t know, but those long late night commutes will cause all sorts of negative thoughts to swirl in my head.
But I fight back with every tool in my arsenal. I write, I do all the cognitive behavior therapy techniques I know to dissipate the dark clouds that want to engulf me. I silence the what if, what if, what if narratives that play out like a bad repeated record.
What if I was still married?
What if I was working more?
What if that last date had worked out?
What if I wasn’t so damn broke?
I know these things aren’t rational and I there is no point in dwelling on anything that is hypothetical but the thoughts linger nonetheless. I know I am not alone and that there are millions of others out there who fight with this monster. For some of us we have been at war with it our whole lives, maybe its is partly genetic, or from whatever traumas we have endured but we still have to fight a mental illness on top of our every day obstacles.
I write this piece with no answers, no quips or nifty conclusions at the end. I write this for release as it tends to inexplicably help me when I do it. Maybe one day the medical community will develop medication that actually works without so many side-effects. One day doctors will find the biological mechanism that causes depression, and the stigma towards patients who suffer from it will disappear.
I have to remind myself how far I have come, and how much better I will be in the future. To my fellow suffers of this disease I say…hang in there. Whatever is troubling you shall pass, and you will survive it. Avoid the temptation to self-medicate with drugs and alcohol and try to not fall into the trap of self-destructive behavior. We are all loved and cherished by many, never forget that. We will get better…we are just battling a disease that doesn’t have an easy way out.
I guess it has always been there to some degree since childhood. I would love to say that my childhood was happy and that everyone around me was loving and supportive. But who has that childhood? I have met a few who have been fortunate enough to at least have strength in their basic foundational relationships. The lucky few who are supported by both their parents, have a secure and safe environment, and a steady predictable routine. My upbringing was relatively stable in most respects but emotionally I would describe it as volatile.
I don’t blame my parents, and at my age I would feel a bit silly putting any blame on them considering my circumstances. I wasn’t abandoned or left to starve and I wasn’t neglected or ridiculed. My parents got married young and had four children in five years. We didn’t grow up with much, and money was a constant source of stress and anxiety. Their marriage wasn’t perfect and they were not ideal parents but they always made their children their primary concern. So with all of their faults I knew the did the best they could consider the obstacles they were up against. I may not have had a father I could have tender moments with, but he worked overtime, marched on picket lines and lived with very little material wealth for the sake of his children. My mother was in over her head with four babies and a husband who worked all the time but she always made us the center of the universe. She constantly took us to trips to the library, bought us every educational toy or game we could afford and made sure we did our homework. She may have been too obsessed, but I would rather grow up with her than an indifferent mother.
School wasn’t much of a solace as I was awkward and socially withdrawn. I found children my age to be a bit of a mystery and found more enjoyment reading a book than playing with other kids. There is much more I could write about, but I won’t because I cherish relationships I have with certain family members. I don’t want to dredge up old traumas for the sake of this blog. Some things need to remain private, for the sake of my siblings and my immediate family. When things got bad I literally hid in a closet in our basement. I would shut the door and wait for my world to stop spinning out of control. To this day I don’t think anyone in my family knew I would go down there, I guess they might know now…if they read this blog.
Depression has always been there. The dread that will sometimes wash over me that I can’t shake. It causes me to overreact and panic and lose faith in others. My divorce made it much more pronounced but depression has been with me for as long as I can remember. I had no idea how bad it would get until post-divorce I became suicidal and nearly completely lost my sanity. Clinical depression is nothing to joke about or to shrug off as just the blues. I realize now that I suffered from a mental illness that is quite common but extremely frustrating to manage. But I fought back with traditional therapy, medication, cognitive behavioral therapy and eventually my situation greatly improved.
Although now, I can feel the seductive pull of the dark clouds sucking me back in from time to time. At first it feels comfortable to give in to the black moods and collapse in tears but they soon take over. Instead of having a quick therapeutic moment of release the dread wins out and starts to devour me. I find myself lying on my bed looking straight up trying to fight back a panic attack. I haven’t had one in over a year, and I am so proud that I have been able to stop them but when things get bad it is a constant struggle. At least now I know I have some control, I don’t have to huddle in a closet until it passes. Just knowing that I have some control has been paramount to my recovery. As a child I didn’t know what it was, I couldn’t understand why I wanted to retreat by myself, why I had difficulty dealing with other and why I constantly had crying fits that were nearly inconsolable. I couldn’t understand why things got so black in my head, and why hope was such a hard thing to imagine. My Catholic upbringing caused me to look for a supernatural source but now I know the real demons live inside my head. If it is brain chemistry or some genetic defect I don’t know, or if repeated trauma caused something in my brain to develop abnormally. The source of my depression doesn’t really matter, at least that is what therapy taught me. What matters is management, and trying to live with and fight against this affliction.
For the most part I do alright. I am so much better off than I was just a year ago, but I still struggle. I know from the amazing feedback I have gotten from this blog and from fellow sufferers of depression that this disease is a tricky one. If you are reading this and you have struggled with depression since you were a child, don’t give up hope. You can and will beat it. Some of us aren’t as lucky in life as others, some of us are born with more obstacles that the average person, and some of us are born with the biology that causes depression. But it doesn’t mean that we can’t beat this disease and we can’t overcome it.
I wish I knew what I know now when I was six years old, if I could I would go back to that little girl with the ice blonde hair and the rosy cheeks and tell her that God isn’t punishing her when the gloom overtakes her mind. Whatever is going on in her head is not pay back for any sins she committed and it is not a battle between good and evil. The dark moods are just a slight flaw in her wiring, and that flaw is depression. Everyone has a flaw, no little girl is born perfect.
The other day someone I had met once, and really didn’t know at all said the following to me.
“I think there are more divorces in your future, you are going to die alone”
Or something to that effect, I am not really sure exactly what he wrote. Glad he thinks I am getting married again, personally I can’t see that happening but you never know. Now again, the person who said this didn’t know me at all. I had barely interacted with him in any capacity online or in person. He got upset because he thought it was perfectly acceptable to randomly pick a fight with me on my Facebook wall. It started with a positive comment on my part and ended with him calling me a “c*nt” making that remark and claiming I insulted him, which I never once did. I simply stated that I didn’t really know him well, had never posted on his wall, and then asked if he even lived in NYC anymore. I assumed he lived in LA, apparently he lived in NJ and took this as some sort of huge dig. I thought if he lived in LA that it was weird that he was even bothering as that is just half way across the universe. That is all I meant by my comment. But I am just assuming it was the NJ reference as I never called him a name, and I never once insulted him. I don’t know how I would insult someone I barely knew other than calling him angry and I didn’t even do that, I simply said I found it annoying when people I barely know post inflammatory things on my wall…and it is annoying. But if he thought that comment would hurt me, he was way off. As I don’t need random angry white males who know nothing about me making comments like about me when I have my own brain to do it for me.
You will always be alone, you will always be alone, you will always be alone
Sometimes I feel like everyone I have gone out on bad awkward uncomfortable dates with since my divorce is now having absolutely amazing romances. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. But the feeling of overwhelming dread is a constant fight I battle nearly every night. In my darker moods, I will walk around the city and play back all snippets of every horrible date I have had in my mind. Some weren’t so bad but there were still non-productive in that there was no connection and we both felt it. So the dread creeps in there, usually at night, when I am trying to shut down my engines and finally give my brain a rest, I find it just goes into hyper-drive.
You will always be alone, you will always be alone, you will always be alone.
I know it isn’t rational, and I know it isn’t true but it bounces around regardless in my skull every night as I am trying to calm down. I just don’t see much of an end. Since I have started working on my memoir it has only gotten worse. At least I have the work to distract me but now I am even more isolated than ever. And I know so many others like myself, both men and women past their peak dating years and single. I am not going to radically change the person that I am to the core of my being and suddenly start running around pursuing a polyamorous or promiscuous lifestyle. I am a one-man woman who just feels stuck. I could go out with someone 10-15 years younger than me, as I get a lot of offers but I find I rarely relate to men that much younger than me.
You will always be alone, you will always be alone, you will always be alone
I know it’s not rational thinking and I know I can control it. And I try to use my Cognitive Behavior Techniques to try to shut it down. All or nothing thinking, irrational thinking, of course that is not true, no one will end up always alone. But then I think about a comment the total jerk made to me and it rings true, not just for me, but for every human on this planet. As most people don’t actually die with their spouse or significant other. Unless they are both killed in some type of accident, or die of the same disease at roughly the same time…most of us…do in fact…die alone. We might spend years even decades by ourselves after a spouse has passed. Or even if our spouses are alive when we go, most of us don’t always have those hallmark moments with loved ones surrounding us when we leave this earth. Death comes in all sorts of ways, and many of them are hardly warm and fuzzy. We might even have to face the horrors of watching our children or nieces and nephews die before us. That is life, sometimes it is just that brutal.
You will always be alone, you will always be alone, you will always be alone.
So I guess I really shouldn’t dread that voice in my head or the occasional stab from some random stranger. I put my vulnerability out there in the form of this blog. I am the proverbial dog who has decided to bare its belly for the world. So take your stabs, my skin is Teflon at this point. At least I tried a long-term relationship and it failed. But at least I am not drinking myself into oblivion every night or thinking I can fulfill myself from an audience because that is dragon chasing its tail if there ever was one. Or thinking that a better job, more money, more exposure will somehow cure the insecurity inside of me, when it won’t. Even if that dreadful thought becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy and I hope it doesn’t, it really isn’t so horrible as most of us deal with loss, loneliness and grief. It is just a part of life, and at least I will admit that I am flawed and damaged without shame. I have lost, will probably lose again and it doesn’t make me a horrible person, it only makes me human.
One of my most popular blog posts is about the illness of depression. A well-meaning friend just posted something on Facebook basically with the following sentiment, I will paraphrase for length
Don’t be negative or sad, we have all had tough times. And I have had a lot of tragedy in my life but I refuse to go down that negative path. I will keep it positive.
A nice straight forward message really but it just struck me as overly simplistic and naive. I know someone else who commonly expounds a familiar message yet is usually sedated with alcohol or marijuana for most of his waking hours. So I don’t know how well the philosophy is working out for him if he is always drunk or stoned in order to “keep it positive” especially since both of his drugs of choice have a sedative effect. What really stuck in my craw though in the statement was the assumption that somehow since he had also had tragedy, his pain and life experience was somehow the equivalent of another person’s experience and that his “power of positive thinking” was keeping him from going down a spiral. For the most part I would agree with him completely, except in the example of the mental illness of depression.
As a person who struggled with a massive reactive depression (due to my divorce) a sentiment like that just rings hallow. I wish it were that easy, and all it would take was to “keep it positive” and that every person out there could be helped with nothing more than a pep talk. But human beings are like snowflakes in that no two of us are alike. We might be similar in that we all desire food, comfort, companionship and safety and we would all react similarly to basic stimulus or dangers. But even in my immediate family each of my siblings, with similar DNA, raised in the same home by the same parents do not respond to crisis or stress in the same way. We see the world through the prism that our life experience has created for us.
For instance if you had two identical twins, one who grows up as an abused child in a poverty-stricken family and another brought up as a privileged child with a healthy and supportive family. Neither experience guarantees that one person will necessarily be more positive or negative than the other, but since their formative years were so vastly different they will evolve into two very different adults. We are all made up of a patchwork of pain, scars, joys and accomplishments with different traumas and experiences so of course issuing a blanket statement such as
I have had it rough too, so I can relate to your pain…
Well maybe, but you aren’t me and I am not you so you don’t really know what I am going through. We can try to understand each other but no one really can see inside another person’s head. And that is without even mentioning the mental illness of depression. The words depression and depressed are thrown around so often in our culture, that the real disease of depression is mitigated to every day blues. Nothing could be further from the truth. Getting some bad news and mulling over it for a few days is not depression. Clinical depression is a biological disorder that impedes every bodily function from eating and sleeping to getting basic every day tasks accomplished. It is why people are sometimes hospitalized for it, and why some even receive successful Electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) for depression. ECT is actually quite effective for patients with extreme cases of depression. So if positive thinking could over come it, why does it take electrical currents inducing a seizure to help cure the patient? Depression is a type of brain sickness that is not cured by simply snapping out of it or thinking positively. It is also why so many people commit suicide while struggling with the disease, as it completely takes over them and they can’t see logically, they can’t see hope.
As the brilliant Dr. Sapolsky says in his lecture on Depression
Depression is the inability to feel pleasure
And that is pleasure in anything, food, comfort, a pet, music, any activity that used to be enjoyable ceases to bring joy. Now that I am two years out of my personal hell I know exactly what he is talking about. I still struggle with anxiety and mood swings but I am able to feel real joy now in any number of things. I didn’t know how bad off I was until I was completely healed from it.
We can have empathy for each others struggles and we can relate to another’s pain but the only person who really understand their suffering is the person going through it. I am not one to argue that no one has any control over their moods and emotions, or that clinical depression is a hopeless malady. And I would agree that run of the mill pessimism and negative thinking is counter productive to leading a happy life. However it is foolish to assume someone struggling from a major depression simply has a case of the blues or is just feeling sorry for themselves. The fine line between the two does exist, and there are many that wallow in their own misery committing acts of self-destructive behavior rather than get help. But after I went through a major depressive episode I will never be so blithe as to accept that a person is choosing their illness or emotionally weak as a result.
And here again is the lecture that I believed put me on the path to recovery. For the first time I realized what was happening to my brain was medical and not something I could just snap out of. Just as it would be insensitive to go to a person with schizophrenia and tell them to “Stop hearing those voices” it is just as cruel to tell a depressed person to simply “Get Happy“.
I don’t know why they call them rebound relationships. When I think of a rebound I think of a ball bouncing off of a wall, which is a fairly tame thing. I now call the first major relationship after leaving my husband the supernova – a collection of stars exploding all at once vaporizing everything in their path, burning bright, hot and fast. It was a force of nature – so much bigger than a rebound.
I left my husband when I discovered he was a closeted homosexual. He had been lying to me and to himself for our entire nine-year relationship. When I left him I was devastated, although the relationship had grown dysfunctional, I was still deeply in love and a dedicated wife.
My marriage had been celibate for a prolonged period of time, and I desperately longed for a relationship with a straight man. I found it almost too easily and only four months after leaving my husband. He was a man who I had known casually in my social group of friends. He was handsome, charming, and we had a lot of the same interests. We sort of discovered through mutual friends that we both had a crush on each other, so it seemed inevitable that we would end up together. He even remembered the moment we first met years earlier, which was fuzzy to me, but he could recall it in startling detail. And he resembled a taller, younger version of my husband. It was as if I had found the straight version of the man I had just left.
I knew it was a dangerous situation and I avoided getting involved at first. I had so many fears–Was it too soon? Would this end up making my depression worse? Was it because he reminded me of my ex?
But it happened, the universe finally put us together, and for a brief period in my life it was pure magic. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world to have fallen from that complete and utter disaster that was my divorce into something that felt so perfect. And he seemed just as excited as I was; it felt like the ideal love affair. But the cracks started to form almost immediately. I was deeply depressed, a depression that is almost too difficult to describe now. I couldn’t sleep through the night, had difficulty eating, cried constantly, suffered panic attacks, general anxiety, overwhelming fears dominated my thoughts, and my moods would turn on a dime. I lost 20 pounds and dropped two dress sizes in a few months, had frequent asthma attacks, and was constantly sick; physically, and emotionally I was falling apart.
I also wasn’t used to dating, I was used to being married. Dating is not anywhere near being married. I didn’t know how to make the transition; I was suffocating, smothering and desperate for his affection. I will never know his motivations but I can’t blame him for walking away from an obvious train wreck. He had his own problems as everyone does, and I was just a disaster of a human being. When it ended it felt like being dropped off an emotional cliff. I was already so damaged from my divorce and now my first attempt at love was an implosion of epic proportions.
For months I tormented myself over the whole affair beating myself up for all of the mistakes I had made. I tried to start another relationship only to have that blow up in my face almost the exact same way. I kept blaming myself, what if I had waited? What if I had been healthier? Would either relationship have worked out differently? Eventually I convinced myself that it didn’t matter. I would never know that alternate reality and life doesn’t work with a reset button. The damage was done; the trust was shattered on both sides and couldn’t be repaired. Feelings were hurt, egos bruised, expectations destroyed and there was no way I could repair any of it. And I needed to move forward anyway as the whole affair was just collateral damage of my state of mind at the time. Being clinically depressed is not the best time to start a relationship.
The real source of my anguish was my divorce, so either it would have been this one painful affair or a series of short meaningless flings, but the outcome would have been the same. I was eventually going to hit rock-bottom. After an agonizing eight-hour long anxiety attack and three days of very little sleep, I finally bottomed out, and then I got into therapy, briefly went on antidepressants and little by little, month by month, the horrible twisted vice of depression released its grip and I began to have my mind back. It took nearly two years from the day I left my marriage to finally feel like myself again. Friendships tarnished and other aspects of my personal and professional life have been negatively affected, but I try to live with a positive outlook and not look back. Cognitive behavioral therapy is one tool that worked for me and I try to use its tips and tricks every day.
I say it all the time now to anyone newly divorced and I say it even if they are not listening. Don’t do it. Give yourself time to heal before you suck someone else into the personal torment that you are inevitably going to experience. Of course not every divorced person goes through this, as some are happy to leave their spouse, and for them divorce is a new beginning. But if a person is emotionally crushed, they should avoid getting involved in a serious intimate relationship for a while.
The most important thing that I learned from my supernova experience is that no one else could save me. No one person has enough love or strength to pull another out of a free fall, especially in a brand new relationship. I had to do it on my own. I couldn’t really be available emotionally to another partner when I couldn’t even take care of myself.
Sometimes a person gets lucky and has a perfect love affair immediately after a divorce, but from my own, and most of my friend’s experiences this hasn’t been the case. So fight the force of nature, hang out with your friends and work on yourself. Things will get better, but the main thing that you need is time, not another lover.
This post is originally from July 2010. I am moving this from my other blog. It got tremendous feedback and I am sad that I can’t move the comments over as well, but I am very proud of this post. Depression is a mental illness and should be treated as a serious medical problem, not something that can be easily brushed off as the blues.
My last blog post was so positive! Well here comes the ANGRY part of my little Miss Angry Girl blog. The other day had such a beautiful interaction with another human being and then last night……..ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH (pirate growl)
Someone gave me yet more unsolicited advice tonight. Boy, do I hate unsolicited advice!!!
“Why don’t you try looking on the positive side of things for a change?”
Really, I hadn’t thought of that. Now I am sure that this person had the best of intentions. They thought they were helping me out, but let me break it down for why it is not so easy to simply “Think positively”
Would you tell an anorexic to just eat some food? An alcoholic to simply stop drinking? A drug addict to simply stop using? A person with ADHD to simply focus? A person with schizophrenia to simply stop hearing voices? Or would you even dream of telling a person who is physically handicapped to simply start moving? Yes stopping the negative behavior is part of the problem, but there’s a reason telling a person suffering from mental illness to THINK BETTER is absolute nonsense.
Just as a physically handicapped person can not suddenly become fully functional after thinking positively, the same cna be said about a person suffering from depression. I’m suffering from reactive depression. To quote Psychology.suite101.com
This form of depression is a direct result or responses to a painful or difficult circumstance or event in a person’s life. In reactive depression there is a specific and recognized reason found to be the source of the condition. Examples of situations which may result in a person suffering from reactive depression include: redundancy, work stress, marital problems, bereavement, loss, problems with one’s children, retirement, moving house, DIVORCE or changing job.
Sometimes it takes longer than perhaps casual acquaintances think is necessary to work through a major life changing event. I was clinically depressed just a few months ago, so I’m actually doing better off now. Clinical depression is depression that gets so bad a person cannot normally function. That is eat, drink, bathe, sleep, get out of bed…..FUNCTION.
Not to mention that I lost not just the primary relationship that I had for nine years. I had to move. My income has severely dropped as has my ability to find work. All thanks to a number of circumstances surrounding my divorce. Even the loss of a regular source of income could lead to depression never mind, the loss of my husband, sense of betrayal, loss of trust in other human beings, damaged sexuality, and destroyed self esteem.
If you are reading this and don’t know me, I found out my marriage was a complete fraud. My husband has been living a secret life, and has lied to me from day one of our marriage. It’s been a rough 13 months.
All of this doesn’t even take into consideration my childhood, my life history or any trauma’s besides my divorce that might also be contributing to my depression. Trust me, you could sit down with my therapist and we could go over some things in my past that might make your hair turn white. I’d rather not rehash them here. :
Depression is an illness. Depression is an illness. DEPRESSION IS AN ILLNESS!
It’s not to say that I won’t overcome it, but my brain is sick right now. Chemicals such as dopamine, serotonin, nor-epinephrine all play a role, and they are real. It is not simply a question of “thinking positively”. I’m not being self-destructive sexually or with drugs and alcohol, and I’m in regular therapy with both a therapist and a psychiatrist. So I think I’m doing everything that I can to overcome this.
What I am currently dealing with is trying to get off an SSRI (Zolfot) while still trying to figure out how to survive in a ravaged economy with high unemployment. My life hasn’t exactly stabilized since leaving my husband, especially financially speaking.
Not to say that positive thinking won’t help, of course it will, but I’m dealing with a chemical withdrawal of a drug that altered my natural levels of serotonin. Just sitting back and trying to think happy thoughts, is not really going to cut it. What might help is some respect for this MENTAL ILLNESScalled depression,and some compassion. for not just me but the millions of other Americans who are currently battling this disease. Just as a handicapped person cannot simply will themselves to walk, a person suffering from a mental illness needs a little bit more than positive thinking to pull themselves up. I am not weak because I can’t get over this, I am NOT being self-destructive, I am doing the best I can.
And solidarity to my fellow sufferers of depression, we will get through this and we will be stronger for it. One day people will understand that we can’t just simply “be happy”.
I wanted to add an an epilogue as it were to this post. I left my husband nearly two years ago, because he was gay and every aspect of my life much completely collapsed immediately afterward. Emotionally and financially I was a mess. If my financial life had been in order, or if I had steady employment that was not tied into what my husband did for a living I would have been much better off. That being said, I can honestly say that I’m much better off now. It takes serious time to get over something like a divorce. I have never gone through anything as torturous in my life, and I really hope I never have to go through it again. There is hope on the other end of whatever hell is causing your reactive depression. If you’re suffering from clinical depression due to a recent crisis, please seek help if you feel you need it. There are so many resources out there, and if you feel like your life isn’t worth living anymore, that’s the biggest warning sign. Get help. Depression is not just feeling blue. I had no idea until I went through it myself, but it’s an actual mental illness that will take over your life. If you’re experiencing most or a a few of these symptoms seek professional help.
Lack of appetite
Lack of desire to do anything, get out of bed, shower, eat, drink,
Isolation – Refusal to go outside, see friends, etc.
Suicidal thoughts – This is not a joke, get help as soon as possible.
Waking frequently at night, not able to sleep for more than a couple hours in a stretch
Sleeping way too much
Poor concentration
Overwhelming feelings of guilt and despair
Crying ALL the time
Clinical depression is often coupled with anxiety. And in my case the anxiety was so bad, that is why I knew I had a serious problem I had never had anything like it before in my life.
Panic attacks
Anxiety attacks – Panic attacks that go on for hours, my worst was 8 hours long and absolutely terrifying.
Overwhelming panic and fear
Waves of depression followed by waves of anxiety – this is actual textbook depression, and not at all unusual.
Inability to sleep that goes on for days.
I’m not here to sell any drug. Medication doesn’t work for everyone and isn’t always the best option. I was only on meds for a short period of time, but I believe strongly they saved my life. Don’t be afraid to ask for help and please get help if you need it. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, don’t give up. 🙂 If your first therapist or doctor isn’t working for you, find another one. Keep looking until you can get the help you need. Cognitive behavioral therapy is a great resource that I’ve tried and highly recommend.
Also try to find distance from anyone who doesn’t take your illness seriously. They probably are trying to help, but some well-meaning friends or relatives can actually cause more problems. As much as the lover or friend will also help you out, there is a limit to what they can do. Having someone around who is objective and doesn’t know you or want anything from you will really help you in finding the right course to help you with your healing.
Try as much as you can to not self-medicate with alcohol or recreational drugs, they will just make things worse, and could kill you. Substances are just stretching out the process. They numb you temporarily, but in the long run they will just make things harder. The same thing goes for sex, or food, anything that can be used in a self-destructive manner should be avoided. No one is perfect and you will make mistakes, just try to pick yourself afterward and not beat yourself up too much.
Just my two cents of course, you don’t have to agree with me on any of it. I just know what helped me. Good luck to anyone finding this blog, may you get stronger and healthier each day.
I wanted to add this brilliant Lecture by Dr. Robert Sapolsky of Stanford University. The first time I listened to this it blew my mind, I found out I was suffering from a textbook case of clinical depression. His explanation of the inability to sleep through the night and weight loss was EXACTLY what I was going through. It was a PHYSICAL manifestation of my depression, it wasn’t something I could control.
