So we’ve broken the silence. We’ve decided that we can talk
openly about depression…it’s nothing shameful…it’s nothing we can just “get
through.” Right? Right? Y’all agree don’t you? I’m going to assume that I’ve
been met with a resounding and enthusiastic “Yes!” You should be feeling better…simply
based on the fact that you shouldn’t be feeling alone…you should understand the
support that is out in this world. I’m your biggest supporter too…I’m here to
listen and talk it out. So now that we all agree! … Of course, y’all know I’m
kidding…you might not be on my band wagon yet, but I have hope that you’ll hop
on soon enough. Just remember IT’S A PROCESS and DON’T GIVE UP! Let me share my
story as briefly as I can!
I believe that I probably started experiencing the symptoms
of depression when I was about 14 or 15 years old. I had a harder time dealing
with my feelings concerning conflicts and upsets and let downs…the sadness was
overwhelming. I was always kind of an odd child…I guess to put it simply, I
never felt like I fit in…like I was always an outsider. So, as I reflect on
this time in my life, I probably never thought to question my feelings because I
may have just accepted them as the weirdness that I felt like I was. Hey, I was
okay with my weirdness haha;) It wasn’t until I got older that I started having
suicidal thoughts…and of course I knew that this was not normal! But still…it
wasn’t until I was 19 that I knew I had to do something, and so I began talking
to my mama about it. One morning I stayed in bed crying and crying and crying…mama
came into my room and asked what was wrong…I didn’t know…I just didn’t want to
get up. She made an appointment with a doctor right away! Based on my family
history, my symptoms, and recollections over my life up to that point, I was
diagnosed as being clinically depressed…a true medical condition rather than a
temporary condition. I could go on with a lot of little details from this point
on, but to fast forward a little bit…I started on anti depressants and saw a
psychiatrist. The psychiatrist was short lived because he had a very
patronizing attitude towards me and blamed everything on me being a teenager
and being in college. The medicine was the biggest challenge…and if you visit with
people who’ve been battling depression for some time, you’ll almost always hear
a tale of the process to find the right medicine! This was my biggest
frustration! For the next 8 years, I switched medicines 7 times and went
through periods of time of not taking my pills…I thought I didn’t need them
during those times…and I would feel fine for a while until I didn’t any more.
My mama always knew when I was going through a down time…all she had to do was
ask, “Are you feeling ok?” And I would break down in tears…and she would
lecture me on the importance of taking my medicine. “Amy, depression is a
medical condition. You have to treat it as a medical condition. Just because a
heart patient or an asthma patient might be feeling well, doesn’t mean they can
just stop taking their medicines. You have to take your medicine…you have to
keep yourself stable.” After years and years of this lecture and years and
years of major ups and downs, I finally understood what my mama was saying…and I
started back on my medicine and I’ve stuck with it for the last 2 years or so.
My insurance has changed and so for the last few months, I’ve been trying to
start on a new medicine that will be completely covered. So I’m going through
the frustrating process again…it is so hard…
When I’m down, I have to make myself get out of bed…if I
didn’t have a dog to take care of, I would probably stay in bed all day. If I didn’t
have to worry about how my husband might perceive me, I wouldn’t make the effort
to put make up on or dress in something besides stretchy pants and t-shirts…I wouldn’t
cook meals. If I didn’t have a dependent dog and a hard working husband, I would
have to fight the desire to just wallow! Depression is crushing…not only are
things slow and dark and dismal inside, there are physical aches and fatigue…a
genuine feeling of hopeless despondence. It does not matter how good your life
is…everything is going great…no problems or nothing major anyway…being
clinically depressed means dealing with sadness, loss of interest, fatigue,
aches, and all the other symptoms without any obvious reason…it’s just a part
of the everyday! When I’m on my medicine, I don’t have to go through that all
the time…there are still down days…but they are easier to get through…the
medicine makes me feel more stable! And there is NOTHING wrong with being on
medicine…like I said…clinical depression is a medical condition…medical conditions
need treatment! Right now I’m waiting on a doctor’s appointment to see about
trying a new medicine…Zoloft did not work for me. DON’T GIVE UP. So I’m going
back and seeking other options…it’s just a part of the process. I think that
because I’ve been fighting this condition for so many years, that I can handle
it a little better because I know that I will come out on the other end of this
feeling stable and functional again!
I’m exercising and eating healthier…I don’t drink soda and
limit the amount of caffeine I consume…just the occasional couple of cups of
coffee;) I pray and try to meditate as much as I can with a hyper dog always
around! I try to stay busy with projects and plans. I make an active effort to
not let my depression ruin my days…it is work…hard work!
I want to point out my most recent mistake…I shouldn’t have
waited until I was out of my Zoloft to make an appointment. I know that most
times you have to give new medicine a while to start taking effect in the body.
But the Zoloft was actually making me feel worse, and I made the decision to
change my dose time to see if that would help…when I made that decision, I should
have immediately called my doctor so that she would know the medicine wasn’t
working…so that I could see her before I ran out of the medicine, and so that
she could decide the healthiest course for me to take. I messed up. When a
medicine is making you feel worse, don’t try and figure out a solution
yourself, call your doctor. Rookie mistake! Sheesh! At least I can share with
you that living with depression is about learning as you go! Oh! One other
thing I feel like is crucial to share…others have recently shared the same
feeling…
I feel completely crazy inside my head! Depression left
untreated can seriously make you feel crazy! But it’s a crazy you keep to
yourself…until you’re visiting with a friend and one of you admits it and the
other one exclaims, “Oh my gosh me toooooo!!!” Now I can’t explain a safe crazy
and an unsafe crazy…my crazy is a safe crazy because I know I’m feeling the way
I feel because of my depression…but it can still be debilitating! I just wanted
y’all to know that in case you’re feeling that safe crazy too…if you think you’re
crazy may be unsafe…get off your butt and call your doctor. Y’all safe crazies
need to call your doctors too!
So! My appointment is February 9th. When is your
appointment? What steps to treatment are you taking?
I’ll share my college paper next…I just read it again after
10 years since I wrote it…I think y’all might find it educational!