NavigationWho's new
|
some days![]() words by artemisia posted October 2, 2005 - 8:48pm
some days i can't stop crying. i hate myself. i hate my life. i see every single one of my faults with crystal clarity. and there is no overcoming them. on those days i am loathesome and unlovable. lazy. dirty. gluttonous. selfish. unfocussed. incapable of following through with anything i start. there is no hope. i wish i'd never been born. some days are dark and grim and miserable, even though i take a enough anti-depressants to make a cow dance on two legs. i pull the covers over my head and imagine a thousand ways to obliterate myself. no, not merely kill myself. i want to disappear forever, leaving nothing, not even ashes behind. and then something will shift. the barometer will rise. i'll get a good night's sleep. my pain level will subside. something subtle, unseen, will alter my brain chemistry, and life is good again. i like myself. i am grateful for my life. i have hope for the future. i can rise to the challenges i must face. the root causes of my depression co-mingle and intertwine. perhaps a genetic pre-disposition. certainly a childhood so filled with abuse that it permanently altered my brain chemistry. additionally a medical condition that leaves me in consant pain throughout my body, which in turn alters brain chemistry as well. co-symptoms include insomnia. fatigue. depression. the biology and roots of my depression are unique to me. but i am hardly unique in suffering from periods of overwhelming depression. over the years i've learned a lot about depression, its neurochemistry, its symptoms, its treatment. but the question that eludes me is this: wherein lies my authentic voice? if i take a post-modernist view, there is no authentic, true self. there are just different moods, perspectives, identities shifting like a fluid sea. but what can one make of a philosophy that is inherently self contradictory: the only truth is that there is no truth. but if there is no truth, how can that be a truth? so back to my dilemma. wherein lies my authentic voice? my natural state of being, brought on perhaps by unnatural circumstances, is one of pain and despair. i am a person who struggles to find joy, who see the myself and the world with dismal hopelessness. and that is who i am. but if depression is a disease, a dis-ease of neurobiology, then my unmedicated self, my unmedicated perception of the world, is nothing but a symptom of that disease, like a temporary blindness or distortion of vision that can be reversed with treatment. my authentic self then, my authentic voice, is the one that appears when my serotonin levels fall within what we, perhaps arbitrarily, call a normal level. so wherein lies my authentic voice, my true self? am i the person who not only sees the glass as half empty, but who also perceives that the glass itself was undoubtedly made by slave labor in china and that the water contained therein is most likely full of poisonous chemicals unknown on this planet 100 years ago? or am i the person i am when my serotonin is at "normal" levels? the person who sees the glass as half full, who is amazed by the science that turns sand into glass and is grateful for the water that sustains the earth? and what does it say of the human psyche that a shift in the wind, a small change in barometric pressure, a good night's sleep, or 60 mg of prozac can so transform perception and personality? ![]() I reach the same paradox. To me it's just a label to stick on critical thinking. I try to look at the positive. Look at the amazing fact that people tend to obey traffic laws. The incredible trust that is shared there, where at any moment someone could simply steer right into you and end it all right there. For all the greed, there's all the cooperation that has happened to bring about marvels in this world. That we're fools doesn't mean we're by nature malicious. And evil souls don't paint all of us with their brush. Don't ask me what I'm saying. I'm flat on my back, on darvocet as I type this. (1)
![]() And I hate darvocet. The hangover is awful. No more. I'd rather be in pain. Motrin will have to do. Thanks for the concern. I'll be okay. (1)
I have BiPolar Disorder and a sleep disorder which keeps me isolated and usually dangerously depressed. I know what you mean about the bad days and the good days. When you ask about your authentic voice, you seem to think that you have to choose between the up and the down. It's that particular blend that makes you unique. All of your perceptions - depressed, happy, awake, dreaming - are valid and real. The many dimensions and variations of those are what make you one whole person. I know that it can be very difficult, and during the dark times there seems no way out. Try to value the whole of you, and know that there's something in your suffering that makes you stronger, wiser, more compassionate. You can bring those strengths into the world so that others can benefit from them in your good times. In mythology, it's called the "wounded healer" and you can find this archetype within yourself. It will put the abuse, the suffering, the bad biochemistry into a positive context. Someone needs your words. Someone will benefit from your compassion and understanding. There is great value in being you. Support the Women's Autonomy and Sexual Sovereignty Movements (1)
![]() I suffer the life you describe, and have done the medical and psychological self-education, I've read everything, been on over 50 drug trials and had over 20 years of good psychotherapy. There is a lot that we don't know, brain study is in its infancy and psychiatry is guesswork. But I can tell you have insight, and you can use all your education and experience to quide your questions regarding the severity of your current experience. Let me ask, if I may, are you suffering chronically? Is this a progressive, day by day, worsening depressive episode? If so, do you believe it's okay to keep suffering, when there is a possibility of relief? There are legitimate reasons for having a born to suffer mentality, and I point to this because it is the one question that moves me into action, asking myself if I am "supposed" to be in pain uncovers my subjective, existential passivity that submits to misery, because that's what I learned, and growing up, submission was what saved me. It's a default mode, for people who grew up in abuse, it always seems to come back and I don't know if any of us completely overcome it. So that's my question, is this pain treatable? Do you believe it can be ameliorated? One more question, is feeling better worth the effort? It's hard, money, transportation, side effects, an insensitive psych establishment and sheer bureaucracy of finding good treatment, but if you're worth it, Artemisia, can these hurdles stop you from taking aggressive and decisive action to build a team and address your suffering? There are obstacles, external and internal, and it's good to clarify what's inside and what's outside, so as to better maneuver around what can and can't be dealt with. And if internal red lights exist, but remain un-examined the plan, for far too many, sits on a shelf until it's too late to ask. And if you don't feel entitled that's a starting point too. I just want to say that there is a stranger here in cyberspace who hears the pain you're going through, believes it is worth taking up and is pulling for you. (1)
![]() thank you for all the thoughtfulness and caring you have packed into your post! i am lucky, as far as depression goes, that i only have really bad bouts of it once in a blue moon. most of the time, the antidepressents are sufficient. it's just that every now and then one or more of the many variables that affect my wellbeing will shift just enough to overwhelm the antidepressants. luckily, in a couple of hours, a day, or a week, variables will shift again and my mood returns to "normal." unfortunately the underlying issue is more complex and far less treatable. i have fibromyalgia. i've had it since i was 18 years old (though i suspect i've had it longer). in my case, it's very severe. i've tried every available treatment, both conventional and alternative. most don't work. the ones that seem to offer even the slightest relief i've incorporated into my daily routine. but even using what works, i still have severe pain and fatigue (and a host of other symptoms). one thing that would help would be to have a personal masseuse follow me around and massage me 24/7, for free of course, since i can't afford to pay. any volunteers? (1)
Your description is one of the most vivid I have ever seen on what life can feel like from within the world of depression, and it is fully familiar to me, both personally, and from my work as psych RN for 40 years. I lived in this world too, until I was over 45, when finally, against ALL professional predictions (based on the neurobiochemical disesase concept,)it all began to very slowly "lift". I've been off all antidepressants for 15 years now, and experience only "normal" mood changes. This has left me questioning everything I'd learned and been taught about this lifelong "chronic" condition. (ie as a permanent chemical imbalance in the brain that would require me to remain on strong antidepressants forever.) I don't doubt my brain chemistry was "off", but what came first? The alteration of the brain chemicals that caused the depression, OR..like you, was it the very severe early trauma that caused the initial imbalance, that then led to half a lifeitme orippling depression? (and 25 years of self medicating alcholism) And is the fact that I am now free of it due the MANY years I've devoted to finding and using every emtional. mental and spiritual method of healing that early trauma, on all it's levels, including the deep spiritual wounds? I no longer beleive that regular therapies or psych medications are the whole answer for many of us, not by themselves, altho they can go a long way to alievating the symptoms and allowing us to function. I think that early, severe damage can go deeper than the psyche, all the way to the soul. About the only expanation I can come up with for my own recovery..lies in that explanation; my willingness..at long last, to look at my own damage from that angle..and to set out on a spiritual search..for ways that worked for me, to heal up the deepest wounds..at soul level. The one place conventional therapy, sustained sobriety, and medication, simply could not reach. I can only think that once I could finally do this, that..my brain chemicals slowly shifted back to a natural balance..(once I was no longer operating in still unconscious "fight or flight" mode.) All I can tell you for sure, is that I finally "feel safe". In my body and in my world..and it is a sense of safety than is finally flowing from within me..that no one and nothing.. can take it away again. It's a way of xisting I never dreamed even exisited..to feel this safe..and this "at home and content" with myself. That horrible self condemnation and self hatred is finally gone. I don't know how helpful any of this is to you, but I do know this: I am not unique. I've know many others who eventually found their way out of this morass. Think about the incredible, immense strengh a child spirit has to have..to even survive the "back when". That doesn't go away, ever, I don't think, and only grows stronger as we do, as adults, even as depression tries to hide it from us. Wishing you awareness of all the power of your own invincible spirit.. (1)
![]() So I'm going to cross-post: Well, un-well, oh well. Trying to describe what it's like to be under the spell of depression or come out from under is difficult. The best I can describe depression, from moderate to severe is this: The love of your life just broke up with you 7 hours ago (the shock is over) and then 3 months later, when you are sort of stable, you run into him/her with someone else and s/he couldn't look better or happier. Depression is severe, intense and a fucked up way to be all the time. You can't shake it off, you can't function sometimes at all and when you can, the effort is so freakin' tiring, you spend the rest of the day sleeping. You don't know there is no real cause for the pain so the only rational way to synthesize it is to understand that *you* are at fault. *You* are the problem and *you* are the cause. You are too fat or too old or can't do anything right and you can't contribute and everyone hates you for being alive anyway. Sleep is your only escape, so you learn to think about and long for death. Suicide becomes an option, then a goal. And you try so hard, you go to therapy and to the doctors and you take all the meds they give you and put up with the side effects, even the one where the possiblity your left arm may severely shorten overnight because you want soooo badly to feel well. Then after so much effort you think; this is the best I'm ever gonna get. That's it, it's all god has in store for me. And quite frankly, it's not good enough. Recently my psych doc put me on Abilify on top of the three other meds I was taking. I wasn't responding well to all the variations and experiments and was still all over the place with my *moods*. We must come up with a better word. Suicidal depression isn't a *mood* and having your brain race so fast you think if you start pushing people down and rage really loudly in there, you might quiet it down or being so severely overwhelmed with sight and sound and smell, like a bad acid trip without the acid, is not a *mood*. I looked up Abilify and found it was an anti-psychotic which rattled me. But then I realized that certainly the day I had that one clear thought while my brain was out of control that if I pushed this guy in front of a train, I would feel better, was in fact a slightly psychotic break. I don't want to be that person. I don't mind hurting myself, but others do not need to suffer for my problems. I took 50mgs of the drug for a week and within two days, I was waking up. At the end of the week, I went up to 100mgs and within two days after that, I was completely, entirely awake and unpained and the sun was shining in a way that wasn't berating me for not enjoying the day for the day itself and I felt amazing. Just friggin' amazing. I've never felt like that. Ever since, I've been wondering where I've been my whole life. And it wasn't hypomania, which I've had over the last few months, which is a pretty good feeling, but it's like being on cocaine. A lot of cocaine. No, this feeling was peace. No pain of a pretend broken heart, no self-blame. I got right up in the morning and worked thru the day and evening and just felt really good. However, during my psych doc's two week vacation, I realized I didn't have enough Abilify to last me until he returned. I cut down to 50mgs a day b/c I couldn't afford it (my money woes have been recorded here) as it's a drug that goes for $5/pill and my union doesn't carry it. My doc gave me samples and promised to supply me. I called and left a message telling him that I was cutting down and he called to tell me he'd get in touch with the drug rep and have her bring it in before our appt. this Wed. Meantime, starting 2 days after the cut-down (last Wed) I'm backsliding. It hurts for no reason and I'm tired and I can't get things done and I'm pushing myself and this is in high relief now that I've felt what better means. I even had a slight suicide thought earlier today which I knew to deflect (thank you therapy) and I realize I just have to deal with it and not beat myself up for not being up to par. I get the meds on wed, can start with the whole dose right off and by Sat, I should feel totally well again. I start work on Thursday, but if everything needs to be kicked to the wayside in the meantime, so it does. This is for anyone who suffers or anyone who thinks depression is an invention for attention. The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. (1)
![]() I've been a mental health advocate for so long I forgot that people still exist who think depression with a capital D could be malingering. Anyone who does just needs to spend a little time around someone with major depression, and then thank the gods that they have been spared. Abilify is one of my favorite medications, I've been on over fifty and had the same results you did. But I missed my appointment for a refill a yar ago and live in Bush's Texas, the mental health funds were cut, there is truly no money in Texas for people with mental health issues, unless they present with psychotic symptoms, which will get them into the hospital. It's a disgrace, unbelievable to me, and shocking to the rest of the nation, but that's his legacy in his home state. Prick. So I am on a waiting list to get my Abilify, and use the skills I've learned in therapy, reach out to people online, and accept the downtime, glad to be alive and fairly ok, if underfunctioning. It is interesting, the post above about getting off meds as the healing route. I don't want to sound like a shill for medication, and I know pscyhopharm is not what it claims to be, there is a lot of improvement still to come, but I wonder if the medication you were on fixed your neural pathways, and were a factor in getting you to the point you no longer need them. Like I say, I am just interested and curious about the effect these powerful drugs have on the brain, and it seems reasonable that after such a long time on them they would have done the job they're meant to do, if that makes sense. (1)
» "some days"
|
Recent comments
22 weeks 1 day ago
22 weeks 1 day ago
22 weeks 2 days ago
22 weeks 2 days ago
22 weeks 2 days ago
33 weeks 5 days ago
47 weeks 2 days ago
51 weeks 8 hours ago
1 year 10 weeks ago
1 year 14 weeks ago