Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Depression and Anxiety

 What is the worst thing you could possibly imagine happening to yourself?
 Becoming seriously ill with cancer or any other physical disease?
Dying?
How about losing control? Feeling as though nothing you are going to do will make a difference in how you feel or think? Becoming so overwhelmed in emotions that you can’t even name, and forgetting every logical thing you know to be true?
For many people, me included, this is a reality. A reality where you can easily get lost inside your own mind. A reality where you cannot tell the difference between awake and sleep at times. Where hope is a foreign concept and the smallest of actions can feel like climbing Everest.
My day usually starts with the same internal monologue.
I’m awake? I made it through another night… Shit… Ok well time to get out of bed then. No? Maybe just 5 more minutes, and I will build up to it.
Right it’s been 20 mins time to get up. I am going to kick the sheets off in 3…. 2…. 1….. ….. Is it really worth it?
When the answer is yes, (either because I have an appointment or something to get out of bed for) I will kick off the sheets and shove myself up.
But when the answer is no, I will just roll over and lie there until I get bored enough to move or get told that staying in bed probably isn’t the best idea.
You see for me, and many others with similar experiences, I don’t want to stay in bed because I could really use a lie in, or I’ve been working too hard, and it isn’t that I’m lazy. I just cannot see the point in moving. That hope, or drive to achieve is gone. Eaten away by fear and by sadness. Which then perpetuates into shame, which makes me more sad and afraid that I won’t change, and so the cycle continues. So finding the motivation to make a decision, then the energy to follow through with it. Well it is like trying to walk through tar.
Decision making and Depression do not like each other, in fact I see them as two magnets with the same charge, the just repel each other. Then when you add anxiety to the mix things can get really interesting.
Its anxiety that, for me at least, questions my every move. And when every single possibility is laid bare you only seem to notice the things that could go wrong. I have the uncanny ability to see my own flaws and use them to sabotage myself. I get really bad cases of the “what ifs” and the “shoulds”.
As in: What if you see someone when you are at the shops that you know? What are they going to think?
Or
You should be able to handle this better, look at your friends, they are still getting on with their lives.
Those thoughts can be very distracting when all you want to do is go grocery shopping. And coupled with a constant niggle in the back of your mind that you are not ok, and things are never going to be “normal” for you, can be enough to keep you from just getting out of bed.
Depression and anxiety are things that are easily seen by others. Often those with symptoms are too afraid to speak up or let someone know that “hey, I’m not travelling so well at the moment”. Or they think that they should be strong enough to deal with it on their own. That asking for help will make them seem weak. Sometimes it is even the case that they don’t realise how bad things get until something happens.
But it should not be something that people feel they have to hide.
Do we ask people with cancer to hide their disease? Mental illness is a disease like any other. There is nothing taboo, or wrong about it. It just is.
I read recently a piece on the death of a celebrity. In this piece it was putting forth the idea that this person did not die of suicide, but rather of depression. It went on to explain that when someone who had cancer passes, we generally say “they died of cancer” when technically it could have been a seizure, stroke, pneumonia or a plethora of other things. But when someone commits suicide, it is left at that. Suicide is the fatal symptom of depression. It is not necessarily a choice, but rather a lack of other viable (or foreseeable) options. The idea that suicide is a choice implies that the person doesn’t respect life, that others who are fighting to live don’t have that choice where this person does. No one choses to suffer from depression, and as someone who does, I would not wish it upon anyone. But I also know that as someone with depression, I do fight. I fight everyday just to make it to the next.
So I guess the big question is, how can you help? As a family member, a friend, a co-worker or even just a stranger on the street. The biggest thing to remember is that asking the question is not a bad thing. Are you OK? Do you want to have a chat? But in the same token, try not to be offended if they say no. Sometimes you don’t want or need to talk right at that moment, but keep the offer open, have patience. Frustration is natural when trying to engage someone who is not particularly open, but try not to feel guilty for it. And remember that if you are feeling frustration, it is more than likely that they are feel the same. Other tips I would give are to keep it casual, the person doesn’t need to feel like they are in a therapy session, and they most likely have workers or psychologists already for that. Treat them as you would with any other person, they don’t always need kid gloves. Try not to place blame, mental health doesn’t have a bias, sometimes it just happens. The last thing I will say, and probably, in my eyes at least is the most important thing to remember, validate them. Remind them that what they are feeling is real, and it is OK to feel that way.
Life is a balancing act. For everyone. Some of us struggle more than others to keep that delicate balance intact. The fight is real. That fight to keep your own mind from telling you dangerous truths and misconceived lies. That fight against yourself, just to stay alive. Never negate another person’s feelings. But also never negate your own. Self-care is key to being able to help someone else. Recovery is a long journey, and sometimes your friend, family member, or co-worker might take a step backwards. But with your support, friendship, or love, moving forward with life becomes easier and easier. Don’t give up, and remind them to do the same.

As for some people, there are times when I need a little extra support. I have the support of my case manager and also other various workers, family and friends. But there are times when I feel that, if I let things go they would escalate and I would possibly end up in hospital. Hospital is for me is not a place that I find particularly helpful. In fact it often leads to heightened anxiety. So for me, YPARC is a place where I feel that I can have that extra support, without having to go on to the ward. The times that I have stayed I am often working on bringing my stress and anxiety levels down as well as building on the strategies that I have previously developed. YPARC is an amazing facility that has, and will continue to play a key part in my recovery. I am thankful to the amazing staff for their ongoing support, but also for creating an atmosphere in which I feel safe, but at the same time, feel I am able to seek their help and advice when things are getting tough. Having a facility such as YPARC is invaluable and without which, I doubt that I would have made it this far in my recovery.

Monday, August 25, 2014

More Poetry

Can you give me all I seek? For it's in your soul I know you keep A truth you know should not be feared Yet all the same it keeps you here
In a place your loathe to love A havoc you cannot rise above Bringing only anguish inside A heart that's made for nothing aside
Aside from a love and hope that's true A brightness that is truly you Inside yourself I know you'll see Conviction and an enduring belief
It may take days or weeks or years But you must see past what appears For when it seems you will but drown Look inside, there your truth will be found.


You try and hide, but these words I see Are screaming through your eyes at me Beyond the sounds I hear from you I find a fate more deeply true
It tells a tale you can't deny No matter how you mask, or try A story of such toil and pain So that now only a ruin remains
The truth behind the hurt is raw But somehow, you long to give yet more To find a way to make this stop To topple the endless spinning top
Until there is none left to find And the emptiness can render you blind Because only then will you feel free From that past that broke your creed

Thursday, February 27, 2014

New Poems

Poem I

When all I can do
is sit back and breathe
It takes more than hope
for me to believe

The light that should shine
Lighting my path
Is long but lost
giving way to the dark

I've long given up
searching for faith
The will to continue
it seems I've misplaced

When the dawn comes
and I'm left with the weight
all that's to do
is find my escape


Poem II

If I close my eyes
the world will slip away
and I will be able
to live another day

If I close my eyes
Things cease to exist
and I might just
be able to persist

If I close my eyes
it becomes but a dream
but they're open to reality
and its worse than it seems

Because if I close my eyes
The monsters will come
and if I let that happen
then I really am done

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Dreams

So you, like so many others have asked me the question that, like so many others, I have failed to answer. What do I want? It is a harder question to answer than it seems. For the simple fact that I have developed a belief system that doesn't allow room for the possibility that I might have a future that I would like.
But I do remember a time when I did have dreams of what my future would hold. And I remember clear as day what those dreams were, even though they have no room in my world right now. None of them were elaborate, but they seemed plausible and most of all, they were mine.
I saw my self getting through high school with a best friend to confide in and keep secrets with, going to parties, meeting boys, dating and enjoying it all. Completing VCE with marks that would allow me to get into the university of my choice. I could see struggling through Uni but meeting amazing people, and choosing to major in something completely useless just because I didn't know what else to do. I could see traveling and volunteering while traveling. Falling in love with the places and people I found overseas.
I could see coming home from my travels and feeling a little older and wiser but still looking forward to what the world would throw at me next. I would continue to volunteer but keep a job as well. A job that have the opportunities to grow and succeed. Eventually I would find someone who made me feel complete. My other half, and we would settle down. Live together for a few years until he finally plucks up the courage to ask me to marry him.
I never wanted a big wedding. Just family and close friends, in bush or country church. I knew what dress, what flowers, what colours I wanted. I even had all the music picked out (still a play list on My computer). With room for my husband to be to have his input as well if that was what he wanted.
Our honeymoon would be an island holiday and a dream. But it wouldn't be long until we would be expecting our first child. With 3 more to come. My biggest dream was that I would become a mother. I would name my first child for my mother. Laura is my mothers favourite girls name. My husband would have to help me with any sons names. I could never find one that I fell in love with. Life after that would go as smoothly as anyone else's. All the usual ups and downs.

I didn't have any stead fast plans after that. I was sure it would all come with time. But now... Now I feel as though I have lost all chance at that future. I cant see any of it anymore. And the worst part? I'm only 22.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Near Miss

I have been, in some eyes, very lucky this past week. I survived, first a car accident that my car, unfortunately didn't not survive. I then managed to survived my self. God himself only knows how. But to be honest I don't remember most of it. So I only have the words of others to trust, and trust is not something I am known to give easily. Even to family.
First you should know that what I am about to retell may be hard to read, let alone for me to write. I have been going to write about this all week, just to get it out of my system. But it is hard. You should also know that if you are experiencing anything like this, I urge you to get some help. I have been seeing professionals for the majority of my life, and it is worth getting help. I also have a formal diagnosis, so please do not go diagnosing your self by my words.
If you have read my older posts you will find that my past diagnosis include forms of personality disorders. Well my most recent diagnosis is that of another Personality disorder. This time the doctors have decided it is Borderline Personality Disorder. Which makes sense, but so do many things when you look at them objectively.
Anyway back to my original story. Monday evening, after a rather distressing day, in which I had to fork out money for towing of my car which I didn't not want. This happened because, according to the police, I ran off in the ambulance. And then a trip to the police station to present my licence as I had been asked to, I was told that no one had done this since 1981. Another officer told me that I would most likely lose my license.
So, as it would seem I had become quite upset by the whole situation. But I was proudly keeping my head. I was going to spend the night at my parents house, where my brother also lives, and my niece. I was trying my hardest just to understand what was happening in my life and I negected to speak to my mother as with the respect I should. My brother pulled me up on it and as I was already on edge I tried walking away as to not get too emotional. Him grabbing my shirt was the last thing I remember.
The next thing I know I was waking up in the intensive care unit. Three lines in my arms.
The worst part was, I was in bliss. A blissful nothing-ness. Where I had not a worry. But then to have that ripped from me, and to be returned to my own personal hell? It was all I could do to tell my mother to go home and get some sleep.
I was out of it for 2 days. The day I woke up, they sent me home. I have had to cope on my own for 2 nights. Now at my parents house again, I feel, well like it could all happen again. Its very early morning, and sleep will not come easily. As the doctors have taken me off my sleeping medication as that is what I overdosed on.
But I as i said, I am getting the help I need.

Love and Light

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Poems - Untitled

Look at my hands
what a story they tell
How time has weathered
and aged  them well

And look at my wrists
a road map to life
With lines and scars
that are told by a knife

A look to my mind
now that can scare
Too see all the truths
and hurts laid bare

Mow look in my eyes
tell what you see
Am I more, or am I less
than you thought me to be?

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You turn to me
and in your eyes
I find a fate
I cant deny

the look you give
means more than words
but all I feel
is moving backwards

my heart says one thing
my head says another
but I am far too
scared to discover

Monday, March 11, 2013

THANK YOU

Thank you for your views!

I have been back and forth doing a few bits and pieces and then all of a sudden... 75!! For me that is amazing! Because here I was thinking that no one reads what I write!
I would love I real idea of what you all think so feel free to leave a comment, or send me a message or even follow me! I will write more as it is cathartic!

Also you may notice the picture on my post Love. Just if you are wondering, I took it!! I have gotten into photography now that I got a new camera, so I will update you with some more right....

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NOW!