Daily Archives: 2015/03/22

Gray Clouds, Clear Skies

Since the [Major Depressive Disorder] diagnosis, I have ventured in and out of the valley of depression at least 6 times, perhaps more. The thing about depression is – the more episodes you have, the more episodes you will have. All through those years, I asked God to someday use this in my life for His glory. And He has – I’ve facilitated a depression support group at our church, I’ve told my story to the ladies at Women’s Bible Study on several occasions, and I’ve shared one-on-one about the struggle and victories in the battle against this illness. And now I’m blogging about it!

So after 7 years, I sometimes walk, sometimes stagger down the road to mental health, with MDD currently in remission. But it never goes away completely. It taunts me when events in my life are a mess. It threatens to take over my thoughts, to remind me of all of its promises – you are helpless, you are worthless, no one understands, stay by yourself, hide under the covers… all the lies that depression whispers in my ear.

My goal right now, as depression threatens to re-enter my currently chaotic life, is to recognize it if it comes and practice the techniques I’ve learned to keep it manageable until it passes. I need to remember that it does pass, ’cause it sure feels interminable in the midst of the darkness that surrounds me. I want to lean on Jesus, who has been with me every step of this journey, and on the promises that He will never leave me. I know I’m vulnerable – I’m headed towards another major adjustment in my life – moving across country – and I am trying so hard to not be afraid of what might happen.

Read more of Peggy’s story. Visit Blog For Mental Health 2015 Pledge – Gray Clouds, Clear Skies.

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The Mechanics of a Malfunctioning Mind

The view that only a certain kind of person is susceptible to mental health issues is wide spread. In the eyes of the world, the criteria for mental illness are not to do with mood, state-of-mind or self-perception. Mentally ill people are often thought of as lazy, under-achieving, unintelligent, badly dressed, unhygienic, dislikable or violent, but there aren’t any statistics to stand by these speculations.

In the four years that I’ve been in contact with mental health professionals, more often than not, I’ve been left frustrated. My GP turned red when he was obliged to ask if I’d been having any more of my ‘Erm… issues’. I was told by a therapist that I self-harmed to get attention because people don’t self-harm due to anxiety. (This still bewilders me…) I was told my depression would alleviate of it’s own accord because I’m ‘a nice girl’. Doctor’s were reticent to recognise there was a problem, despite me meeting all the diagnostic criteria, because I was well-dressed, polite and could hold a conversation. When I was transferred to adult services on turning eighteen I met the regional consultant who asked me to tell him my history. His response to which was: ‘What? Seriously? But, you’re… nice!’ Society has even managed to engrain that mental illness only affects a specific kind of person in people that spend their lives working in mental health care. . .

We all accept that our bodies have their weak spots; maybe a bad back, a sensitive stomach or a dodgy thyroid, but no one wants to accept that they have emotional weak spots too; maybe a tendency to catastrophise, to become paranoid or to lose control of their temper when things go wrong. Just like no one is 100% physically healthy, no one is 100% mentally healthy. If you have a mind, you have the potential to become mentally ill. We all think that we are somehow personally exempt. ‘It’ll never happen to me.’ We’re all wrong, but some of us will discover that the hard way.

Read more of N’s story. Visit The Mechanics of a Malfunctioning Mind: Blog for Mental Health 2015.

The Rabbit Hole

[W]hen the first crash came I couldn’t talk about it to anyone, I was embarrassed and tried to brush it of as a little blip a few weeks on holiday would change that, but of course it doesn’t, even without knowing it you start to suppress your feelings and find other ways to cope, with me it was work that I used to fill the void, and it worked to for the longest time, whilst piece by piece I was breaking down inside. . .

The second crash came and I took more notice as it was affecting my work in addition I was dealing with bullying in the workplace, and just under pressure, my health in general began to fail, I always had colds, my skin broke out and the tiredness, well put it this way sleep became a luxury, but still I fought it all with stubbornness, again ignoring advice to take things easier, seek help, I still didn’t believe this was happening to me.

The last and final crash was the worst I won’t get into here my previous posts go over that, I nearly went over the edge, and somehow I hung on , it was a last stand to recovery, which is an even rockier road to traverse, but each day I try to that is a positive, small victories are what I aim for and pass off bad days as just that.

The stigma that surrounds mental health is a tough one to crack, as people are conditioned to seeing it something to be avoided and only talked about in whispers, they don’t see the sheer courage it takes to come out and say I have Mental Health problems and I need help and ongoing support not avoidance, it’s everyone’s problem and making it taboo only drives this life changing illness further underground.

Read more of therabbitholez’s story. Visit Me & My Shadow | The Rabbit Hole.

Read Write Live

I have had a first hand experience of mental illness, in other words depression. I have been the ‘melancholic’ kinds ever since childhood. I was asked to ‘lighten up’ and ‘stop being moody’. The ‘sad’ days would happen in response to an event or because of an unfulfilled expectation. Then, for the next few years, I would feel unhappy at regular intervals. Every few days, I would go off food and feel lethargic and tired.

I don’t think anybody understood what this was all about. Nor did I. I remember a depressive episode from when I was 11 or so. I thought it was in my genes- to feel sad. After a major (by my standards) episode a couple of years ago, I had to take charge. To handle this condition or be consumed myself. With God’s grace, I recovered and have educated myself extensively to manage a relapse. . .

There is a lot of social stigma attached to mental illness. An understanding friend and I share our problems and ‘sadness’ and analyse our situation. Beyond that we do not talk about it openly. We would probably be ostracized if we did.

I may be met with disapproval for saying that it is important to learn to take charge. I know it is near to impossible to be in control but when you are better and in between episodes, try to understand yourself. Each case is unique and it helps if you know yours better. The mental health expert would find it useful.

Try to know your triggers, the duration and the regularity of depressive incidents. Know when an episode is looming. Conduct research on what makes you feel better. Take good care of yourself.

Read more of writenlive’s story. Visit Blogging for Mental Health « Read Write Live.

Depression Darling

I have always, to my shame, looked down on people who had Depression. I genuinely thought depressed people were “ssaaaadddddd”, not in the emotional sense, but in the derogatory “what-a-LOSER” sense. I never thought it would affect someone like me.

I was diagnosed with Major Depression Disorder in September 2014, almost six months ago. At the time I was struggling to concentrate at work. Simple tasks took two hours instead of ten minutes to complete. I had problems sleeping. I would wake up at 5am every morning, in a complete state. I would be drenched in sweat, certain that someone had turned off the oxygen supply in my bedroom. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to die. It was truly awful. I would panic like this until I had to get up for work. By the time I arrived at work, it felt like I had wrestled a bear. And lost. . .

This continued for many months until my boyfriend took me to the GP. . .

I believe everyone would profit from a stay in a psychiatric hospital at some point in their lives. It was highly rewarding, and for the budding writer, The Clinic was rich in anecdotal treasures. Being with other “normal” but depressed people made me realise that this is a disease that doesn’t discriminate. Depression doesn’t care if you’re pretty, or young, or well off. It doesn’t care that you’re usually a happy person. Depression doesn’t see colour, status or class. It will gobble you up and spit you back out.

But not me.

When I left The Clinic, I was determined to do all I could to bring an end to the stigma that surrounds mental illnesses. I believe that if you’ve been affected by a mental illness, it is your moral duty to educate others about its effects.

Depression is hard, but people’s reactions to it makes it harder.

Read more of depressiondarling’s story. Visit My Pledge | Depression Darling.

VOLATILE STABILITY

I was twelve years old when my mother first mentioned the psychiatrist. My sweet mother wanted to take me to see one. All of my quirks had become far more than just the tantrums of a short-tempered child. I’ll never forget the solemn expression on her face. Her eyes were tearful as she tried to explain why she thought we needed to see a psychiatrist. She had the same look that I saw in myself when I glanced in the mirror after having a nightmare; deep dread and anguish. The monsters that chased me in dreams — that lurked beneath my thoughts — they seemed to have manifest into a shadow that she could see.

I wondered with fright, if perhaps she saw me as a monster too.

Panic filled me.

All I knew about psychiatrists was that they were evil doctors who locked people up in white padded rooms and drugged them with medicine that made the patients “retarded.” I didn’t want to meet with such a doctor. I didn’t want them to put me in that lonely, horrifying white room. I hated white. I hated needles. I hated crazy people. . .

I told my mother — in a fierce hysterical tantrum — that she was a bad mother. I told her she didn’t love me. I told her what happened to people with psychiatric records; their lives were ruined. No one wanted them. That’s all I had ever heard — how bad it was to be crazy — and I called her the worst mother in the world for wanting me to live with that stigma.

Read more of Zoe’s story. Visit Taking A Stand. | VOLATILE STABILITY

Marci, Mental Health, & More – 2015

I still have the current diagnosis I had when I started this blog: Schizoaffective disorder bipolar type and Borderline Personality Disorder. These are my two core mental illnesses with other diagnosis relating to symptoms found in each of these. However, my treatment has been very different since I started this blog, I’m on completely different medications. . . I no longer have just a case manager and psychiatrist but also a therapist and intensive case manager. I started a year long DBT program a few weeks ago. It’s been a little over 2 years since I have last self harmed. I’m more confident in myself and my sexuality, although there is still a ways to go. The voices have stopped completely last year in February. . . One of my longest and toughest depressions just ended last October with another medication change and hospitalization. I feel with the more biological aspects finally under control with medication I can work on the other issues and that’s what I’m looking forward to in 2015 and with sharing progress and the possible setbacks with Blog for Mental Health 2015.

Read more of Marci’s story. Visit Official Blog for Mental Health 2015 | Marci, Mental Health, & More

Trauma and Dissociation – 2015

I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2015 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.

Read more of Trauma and Dissociation’s story. Visit Blog for Mental Health 2015 | Trauma and Dissociation.

end the stigma

End The Stigma is all about raising awareness for mental illnesses and working toward erasing the stigma, so I thought I would include this blog in the Blog for Mental Health 2015 Project. . .

Why blog for mental health? For me it’s because of my experience with both mental illness and the stigma that so often goes along with it. I believe that education is key in erasing the stigma, so I encourage all of you to join in and blog for mental health! You never know who you may help gain a better understanding of what mental illness is.

Read more of End The Stigma’s story. Visit Blogging for Mental Health 2015 | end the stigma.

New Peace, Old Mind

Today, well, all week, actually has been one of those weeks when everything just seems off. I have never been officially diagnosed with anything other than depression/anxiety. Not that that isn’t enough. But I know there is more going on, in me and in my whole family. My brother is the only one that has been diagnosed..He was considered Schizophrenic from an early age and growing up with him was very trying, especially when it was all supposed to be a secret. We weren’t supposed to talk about it. He didn’t finish school because he was “slow”. So much time was focused on him that no one noticed that the rest of us had issues also. We have had 4 suicides in a 10 year stretch. The more tragedies that we have, the less we talk. I haven’t spoken to some of my family in 8 years due to the fact that I asked too many questions on why we are the way we are. And since some don’t believe that they are anything less than perfect, I am the outcast. I am the troublemaker. We have had a few more attempted suicides and even more have become alcohol ad drug dependent. I am ready to come out and face the problems and I want to teach my children that this should not be something kept secret. Talk to me, talk to someone. I need to get help for myself and then maybe I can help my children and the other younger generations.

Read more of Bynda’s story. Visit Blog For Mental Health – New Peace, Old Mind.