A lot of people without depression don't realize that for the majority of us, there's an almost bi-polar aspect to it. No, I'm not saying that it IS bi-polar, or that those with depression are bi-polar, nor am I in any way trivializing or marginalizing bi-polar disorder. I was actually misdiagnosed with bi-polar disorder when a combination of birth control pills and undiagnosed/untreated hypothyroidism had my moods swinging so fast not even I could keep up. (I was very nearly committed at one point during an emotional extreme.)
What I mean by this, is how at one moment, you can be just fine, having a good day, you're happy, laughing, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, you can hear Louis Armstrong singing in the background. That kind of a good day, you know? Then for no reason, and completely out of the blue, all of that disappears, and your mood goes downhill so fast you'd think it was an avalanche.
For me, it feels like there's something alive inside of my chest, clawing and chewing away at every good feeling until it leaves an empty hole there. It isn't numb, at least not all the time - there are moments of apathy. But it's just...a very heavy emptiness. Nothing is interesting, nothing is fun, no matter how much it normally is. Sometimes I cry, most times I don't, because it's really not a feeling that, in and of itself, is inherently sad. It's just... a nothing that weighs as much as an elephant, sitting right there in the middle of my chest, and it more often than not evokes this feeling of intense frustration and anger that tends to cause me to lash out at those around me for the stupidest things, though for the most part I've learned how to control that, and my family has learned that, when I'm going through this sort of mental problem, to keep their heads down so to speak.
Then, just as quickly, that low can disappear for the same non-reason as it appeared and it's right back to Louis Armstrong again. Sometimes it can disappear after just a few minutes, sometimes hours, sometimes days, or weeks...months.
The thing is, depression doesn't just present as sadness. It can present as anger, as frustration, as intense apathy, as ennui... there's so many faces that depression wears, and it can change its face so much and so fast, half the time I'm tempted to call it Jaquen H'ghar.
I've developed a lot of coping mechanisms over the years to help deal with these lows. I do something productive, whether it's knitting or sewing, or I clean if I'm physically up to it. If I'm having a really good day, physically, I work out or do something labor intensive. Today, I went out for about two hours and raked leaves. I got about 3/4 of our yard done. I know that doesn't sound like a lot for two hours work, but we live on nearly a half acre, and we have nine oak trees and a birch, as well as a maple in the side yard that often blows leaves into our front yard. Lots. Of. Leaves. I'll eat chocolate and binge-watch my favorite TV shows (usually Supernatural; watching "my boys" battle literal demons and monsters, and their own figurative demons, helps me with my own). But sometimes, those coping mechanisms just don't cut it.
Today has been one of those days. Raking leaves really did help for a couple of hours... but then I started the slide downhill again. Chocolate and Supernatural didn't help, so now I'm watching Doctor Who. I can't really knit, as I'm making myself a scarf, but I'm almost out of one of the yarns I'm using, and I need to get more before I can really do much more work on it. So as it stands, I'm sitting here with that monster clawing at the inside of my chest again and there's nothing that I can do to fend it off.
I could try working out, but after working so hard outside, I'll likely in a fair bit more pain than my normal level tomorrow, any more physical stress and I risk triggering a Fibro Flare that'll last weeks if not months, and right now is not a good time for me to be out of commission. My family needs me physically capable of picking up slack for various reasons, and I can't - no. I WON'T let them down, no matter what.
So, that being the case, I'm at a loss. I have no idea what to do to help pull myself out of this slump, and it seems all I can do is just wait for it to pass. I hope to God it does so soon. I'm fairly certain my antidepressants need increased, and I'll be making an appointment with my doctor or his NP as soon as I can to see to that. I should also, or perhaps, first, get my thyroid levels checked; low thyroid hormones can trigger worsening depression, too.
So, if anyone reading this has depression and experiences the same thing I'm going through... you aren't alone in this. I go through it, and so do many others. We're in this together, even if we're thousands of miles apart. We're fighting this same giant beast that wants to destroy us. I'll always keep fighting, and I have no intentions of letting my story end with 'I gave up.' Some days that's harder than others, but I'm so incredibly fortunate to have the love and support of my wonderful and amazing family and friends behind me. I took them for granted for a long time, but eight months without them made me realize just how lucky I was to have them, and have them so close. I'll never take for granted having them right here with me, fighting the same fight I am - the fight against the pain, the fight against the inner monsters, and the fight against anyone who dare say our pain, be it mental or physical, isn't real, because it damn sure is.
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