Today I watched Australian Story on the ABC, as I did last Saturday too. Both episodes were shown last year, and both touched me deeply.
Last weeks episode was about a teenager that committed suicide. She had clinical depression and was struggling to deal with it. It showed the ups and downs of her feelings and what events lead up to her tragically taking her life, and how her family travelled along this journey with her, and then how they came to terms with the loss. It was titled “the girl least likely” as to the outside world she was doing ok, compared to the turmoil she felt within.
This weeks episode told the story of a Doctor in Melbourne who always went beyond the call, did a lot of extra hours helping refugees from neighbouring suburbs, and was tragically killed by one of these patients that suffered from a Mental Illness. It highlighted the methods now being used to earlier intercept the issue of depression and psychosis by picking up warning signs.
This week I have been diagnosed with clinical depression. I can sit here quite calmly typing this post, but 7 days ago I was a different person. I had the worst few days of my life. I went through magnitude of emotions and had become manic. I couldn’t stop doing things, because if I did I would then be left with my thoughts. Where my thoughts wanted me to go, and what they were telling me to do was horrific. I had friends that were trying to calm me down, both here and through my online social media sources. To me, I felt like slamming imaginary doors in their faces, but in reality I knew what they said was true. I just had to get through until I could seek help.
There are lots of ways which people greet the news of having depression, and the most common is “why am I so weak?” or they are told by those around them to “buck up” as generally people think its just a state of mind. I have lived around people with depression, psychosis, and mood swing disorders so was able to look upon it as, “well that’s not surprising” now I need to follow the due process to deal with it. I have started a course of medication and immediately have seen some benefits. You don’t sleep well when you have racing thoughts, and this just builds and builds to the point where you don’t want to even go to bed. I am now sleeping fairly well, and the changes this makes to my thought processes has been huge. I almost feel like I’m human again.
Some of the symptoms that I had gone through were:
- Racing thoughts – my brain never seemed to stop.
- Thoughts of Self Harm – not good when mowing the lawn.
- Sleeplessness.
- A feeling of hopelessness.
- The “Fight or Flight” sensation.
- A feeling of impending doom, or dread deep in my chest.
- Unable to think straight.
- Anger and irritability.
- Irrational thoughts about day to day things
And the list could go on and on.
I have always been passionate baout causes like Beyond Blue as I have lived with those that have various Mental Illness for many years. It is only now that the way in which it sneaks up and grabs hold so fast has become truly apparent. I could have done something very stupid and hurt myself and those that love me without even thinking or caring about it. I was lucky, I still had enough of my wits about me to know that I could push through and get help. Not everbody is that lucky.
If you or one of your friends are showing signs similar to those that I have listed, then seek help. Talk to somebody, get the wheels moving somehow to get help for yourself or your friend.
Here are some links for you to check out too
- Reach Out
- Beyond Blue 1300 22 4636
- Lifeline 131 114
- Kids Helpline 1800 55 1800
Hey Drew,
I am proud of you, your honesty in what you have written takes guts.
I have suffered depression since i was 18, am now mid 30’s. I know exactly what you mean. Your thoughts can take control without any warning and I have learnt that I have to be able to try and retain some wits about me, or the voices will take control and win. There have been days so bad that I can not see past the next breath, even taking the next breath was an effort, one that I had to think about and consiously ensure that I would breath in and out.
At times the voices have almost won, but one thing that has kept me going on with my fight, is the support of loved ones and friends. When you are having a really bad day, you don’t think that they will care if you go ahead and do something, so you may as well go ahead and do it and do it properly, cos no one wants to have to look after a self inflicted cripple (sorry can’t think of the pc term) and you don’t want to feel like a failure even further because you can’t even get that one act right.
I even fight and resist at times taking my medication, why the hell should I be on medication to help me think like a normal person? I should be able to deal with life. I should be able to cope….all those kind of self depreciating thoughts, but as my husband keeps telling me…he needs his ventolin to live and I need my meds to help me live, I mightn’t like it, but I have to accept it.
I strongly urge you to find someone you trust to the nth degree who is willing to be beside you through thick and thin. Someone who knows you well enough to know when you are not coping and when you are about to have a meltdown. Someone you can honestly talk things through with, or someone who will just be there for you…sitting in front of the TV eating tim tams with you. Even those “timeout” times can help make a person feel a bit more “normal”
Having a “mental illness” these days does not attract the stigma it once did years ago, these days it is recognised as what it is, a chemical imbalance in the brain that needs some assistance in getting back on track…..and that may take months, years, whatever.
But one thing I pleade of you…DON’T EVER DO ANYTHING STUPID, YOU HAVE TOO MANY PPL AROUND YOU WHO LOVE YOU AND CARE FOR YOU AND WILL BE WILLING TO HELP IN ANYWAY THEY CAN, BUT YOU NEED TO BE ABE TO REACH OUT TO THEM WHEN YOU NEED TO.
Not reaching out because of pride or because you think ppl won’t understand or that you’ll think you’ll be emmbaressed the follwing day is just lies from the Devil. He doesn’t want you to reach out for help, he wants you to join his army and he will be as cunning and decietful as he can. he has no morals, he just doesn’t want Jesus to win in your life. I find on my hard days praying is the last thing I feel like doing, but is the FIRST thing I should be doing, even if it’s something as simple as “Help me”. You know deep down that He is with you, that He is walking beside you through all that you are going through. You mightn’t feel Him, but He’s there with you.
I guess all I can say, is be prepared for a roller coaster, you will have some good days and you will have some really crappy ones. Acknowledge the crappy ones, see if there is a common denominator that triggers you off into a donward spiral, but be prepared for there to be no ryhme or reason to any of it.
We love you Drew, you are a sensational man who has helped me out many many times over many many years and I am here for you and the family, no matter what!!!!
Praying for you my friend
Love
SE
Dad – Why does it feel like you are telling my story? you all saw how I was 6 months ago, and its hard reading that, because its saying the words I could never say.
I think it’s our “family story” and it is good to get it out. We were there for you Shel, though at times you probably didn’t feel it (and that’s not having a go at you). Just know that you were, and are, not alone. There are many friends that care for you too.