It has been two months since I last wrote anything here. What have I been doing with my time? Have I suddenly been cured? Not likely, I have recently and reluctantly admitted to myself. I have frequently wrestled with the question, “What if I am fighting this fight for the rest of my life?” The worry has been there. But even though, I myself, am a seasoned health and mental health professional (15 years of caring for others in the worst moments of their lives), I have been reluctant to accept something about myself and my illness. That’s what it is, an illness, and that is what I have. I have a mental illness. It is not just a “few episodes of depression”. It is not something that will be cured by my attainment of some self imposed quasi-perfection. I WILL be fighting this for the rest of my life. And that is what I must do. I must fight.
About two months ago I came across a TED Talk by an author named Andrew Solomon. The talk is titled, “Depression, the secret we share.” I happened upon it in one of the rare moments that I had actually decided on something. I decided to watch this talk and as I listened to him talk I was struck. Not only was he describing how I was feeling at that very moment, but how I had felt at so many times during my life. He then said something that has stuck with me, “You may get through it, but you’ll never be 37 again. Life is short and that’s a whole year you are talking about giving up. Think it through.” This is a shortened version, I have learned, of a quote from one of his books. But even as simple as it is here, it is moving and served as a warning to me.
How long was I going to continue on denying the full weight of my problem? How much time was I willing to lose because I couldn’t fully face the despair in my own mind? I kept saying, “What if this is how I am forever?” I couldn’t have been closer and yet farther from the reality I am facing. Mental illness is not something that just goes away and there is so much that is not known or understood about it. The truth is, I will likely have this illness forever. But I don’t have to succumb to it.
I will never be this age again, and I will never gain the years lost to me in the haze of my depression. I can, however, be present in the rest of my life. I can fight, I must. Even as I write this I am plagued with the ever present anxiety of “what-ifs?” It is scary to know that you might be in a battle with your own mind, for control of said mind, for the rest of your existence. I still wrestle with weather or not I think it is worth it. But that is the clincher….It is up to me to MAKE it worth it.
I have spent the last two months getting back on medication and facing a stark reality that I had not allowed myself to face. In my unwillingness to subjectively look at the state of my mind I had not realized that I was/am running out of resources in a way. I have been dependent on medications in the past but have always stopped taking them due to side effects that were undesirable and the eventual up cycle kept me from having to come to term with the fact that I am running out of medications to try. My official diagnosis is Major Depression, Recurrent of the Severe type and Generalized Anxiety. What this means is that I have a severe type of depression that always seems to come back. I have been on all of the newer medications (paxil, effexor, zoloft, prozac, wellbutrin, buspar, lexapro, vibryd, celexa, cymbalta, and probably others that I don’t even remember) and am now running through the older classes.
I am a week and a half into Remeron and I am holding out hope. I try to give ever medication its fair shot to run out the side effects and receive the full benefit that they might have to offer. Unless of course there is some side effect that would be detrimental to wait out. I am holding out hope, I say yet again to remind even myself, despite the nagging worry at the back of my brain. I have to reason that if I were planning on killing myself then my time would be wasted anyways, so what’s a few more weeks trying out another medication? I tell myself these things instead of listening to the part of my brain that asks how much time I am going to waste feeling this terrible or how long I am going to drag out the torment of those close to me who are suffering with me. I must fight. I can’t lose any more time. One way or another there has to be an end in sight.
You can watch the amazing TED Talk by Andrew Solomon by following or pasting the link:
http://www.ted.co/talk/andrew_solomon_depression_the_secret_we_share?language=en
P.S. It is amazing, I have watched it several times. Once with the bf to try and give him some insight as he has never experienced depression personally.