Going off the Deep End

I have long been aware that I suffer from depression.  Before I spent R350 – R700.00 an hour for someone to tell me that I suffered from chronic depression combined with anxiety disorder – I always felt there was just something off about me.

I would often describe myself as a sad person with happy moments – some times those happy moments would get shorter and further removed.

After I welcomed my first child into the world, and the dust settled – it is safe to say that things got a bit hairy and I sought professional help, because I really thought I was going mad.

I think the birth of your child really really brings things into sharper focus for you – even the mean and ugly things that you have been hiding from most of your adult life.

It was so difficult to explain what was going on in my head, but it got debilitating and I knew that though I was no friend to “normal” what I was experiencing was really far off the map of normal.

I felt isolated and that something just was not right.  I initially started with a psychologist and it was such a huge relief to be “diagnosed with something.”  That alone was really great and such a relief.

With my initial psychologist possibly I was not committed to the treatment or possibly she really was not any good.  (I would go with the latter as since then I have met several who are really good). Either way, it really did not go anywhere and I really just felt I was writing out cheques and that was all I was getting out of it, so I stopped and then languished in this state of hopelessness for a further year or two.

In 2004 I finally was referred to a psychiatrist by my GP as I really was not coping well.  Going through therapy should never be underestimated in terms of how difficult and soul wrenching it is.

One of the problems with therapy (I found), is that you walk in with one issue that you wish to start unpacking and once the Pandora’s box is opened, all the monsters come crawling out and it is very difficult to control them when they all start lurching and leering out of the box.

For me it was quite a traumatic year and the jury is out as to whether it did more damage than good.  I ended the year with my medication being increased and increased after what felt like each visit.

Eventually I could not function in what society would call “normal” parameters, avoided all social contact and really just wanted to lie in bed and hide under the duvet.

It got to the point where I felt I was standing in one corner and always observing myself from a distance – really out of check, really emotionally removed from anything and everything.

My behavior to my son got very erratic and I though I did not think I was going to hurt him, I really do not think I was doing him any good, because at best my reactions were probably quite traumatic for him.  He is also such a soft-hearted lamb-chop that he would easily feel my reactions to things and he in turn would then react.

When the end came with a dark thump,  I checked myself into a psychiatric facility for a two or three week stay. I really needed to run away from reality and everything that I felt was just adding weight to this drowning sensation I was feeling.

I do understand the labeling that comes along when you admit to being a little “psycho” but for me it feels more like a badge of honour (I might be going out on a limb here).  I encountered the dragon of all dragons and had the fight of my life.

Some days the dragon won – actually to be honest, most days the dragon won, who am I kidding – he is still winning.

I walked away from it with scorched eye-brows and sulphur smelling clothing.  I learnt more about myself in that year than I ever thought possible.  I know some of my triggers and know the signs of when things are going South for the winter.

I readily admit that I do not have the mechanisms to stop it occurring, but at least I can observe when it is happening and know when to put up my white flag for “help – rescue me.”

Various things occurred after the year plus of therapy and I decided to break from my therapist and not seek further therapy, I also went off all the medication, which to put it subtly was a bit a mind-stump if ever there was one.

Many many moons have passed since then, and I returned to a psychologist after my second child was born and also remained with her for about a year – it was great, and she did wonders to build my self esteem and sense of who I was in the world.

History is repeating itself and right now I feel like I am drowning in a sea of cold dark water and need help.   I can recognize the downward spiral as it has started to happen, and have made an appointment with a psychiatrist to go and have a little visit and maybe a cup of tea if it is offered.

This time around I will probably seek the medication route.  I can feel the extreme state that things are at right now, and have started waving my white flag hell-bent-for-leather.

I think if you have learnt anything from this rather depressing yet honest read, it is that there should be no shame to seek help.  Our bodies and minds take such a hammering during pregnancy and birth.

That period after birth with you and your baby at home, are hellishly hard.  I really do not think people realize how hard and area always up-selling how special it is, but not really always appreciating what it does to your mind and sense of self.  Throw a little sleep deprivation and relationship stresses into it and you have a Malakoff Cocktail.

I think we all have childhood issues that we drag into adulthood.  Some of us are better at letting them go than others, but I think when you bring your own child into the world, it is suddenly as if all your issues from childhood are immediately brought to the fore in brilliant techni-colour!!

So I am skipping along to see my new psychiatrist, I hope that you also take good care of yourself, and if it means making an appointment for therapy or just being honest with your friends, you will be surprised at how people respond to you when you are in your hour of need.

Everyone needs a white flag!

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  1. Helen

     /  January 19, 2010

    I might as well have written this (u sure we didnt have the same mothers???) I have just downloaded a book called Depression getting out of the prison, by Dorothy Rowe, a remarkably insightful and the most honest book on depression from a sufferer and psychologist. Guilt, anger, depression – all together like a 3 legged table.

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    • reluctantmom

       /  January 20, 2010

      Thanks, I will look in to the book – and add it to my rather wobbly side table of books that I plan to read as soon as I get a few moments.

      I have tended to shy away from books on depression, as I was so sure I had made it all up, and I was fine, that I was afraid of reading somethign that would list symptoms. Then I would start to think that the only reason I was feeling the symptoms was because I read it in a list. As you can see I may need a lot more sessions …..

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      • Helen

         /  January 20, 2010

        What I posted to you here was what I just wrote for pampers forum and it wont allow me to submit – Im the G&T mum and have now recommended 2 books to you. The first one is so much better. Depression is so subjective, in retrospect I have suffered for over 25 years. I have a fab therapist who has also suffered with burnout and I was ready for him – after all the various med, Freudian therapists, a time in one of the hospitals too. Makes you feel like a failure doesnt it? We are not though, we are victims of a lost society who are trying to fit in while holding on a a truth and realism that many others dont know exist.

        Keep writing woman – you DAMN good. ……………

        From Baggle: the forum
        ‘The book is called The Epidemic by Robert Shaw MD with Stephanie Wood. ISBN 0-06-001183-1 He basically discusses the rot of American culture and kids, and states 15 points on the back of the book a few as follows; 15 ways to ruin your child and your life. Keep yourself stressed and busy, be exhausted when you come home. It”s especially effective to feel guilty about being away. Give in to your childs whims on everything and demand nothing in return. That will make up for neglect. Let your child think he is the boss of the universe. That way you can avoid frustrating or regulating him. Dont just hang out and have fun Never give your child chores or expect her to be a partner in running the house. The above are just a few points he mentions. What he says is its more about our attitude towards parenting that results in us firstly raising difficult children and secondly not enjoying acually having kids. I think so many of us suffer from guilt that we tend to try and enjoy it but dont because we dont feel we are doing enough. He tries to define what enough is and in some respects explains quite well. Honestly I do feel some of us are either damaged by our own parents or childhood or we just have a certain personality that needs our own space and independence. What I am learning is that I am a certain type of mother – not your typical one. I look very normal but think that we as a society are as mussed up as we were 200 years ago, we just more modern in the way we live. I mean, why cant I be a mum who says, I need space, its ok, I still love you and Im not gonna feel guilty for needing my space. I dont do the group mum thing well unless I have a gin in my hand, I have a child that was difficult since from about 6 weeks of pregnancy and heck I didnt plan for that!!!! He has a certain temperment that I was not in control of. Im sick of thinking its my fault he is this way and that way, I am so attentive with him and so thoughtful about who he is. I suspect Im a great mum in some ways, a bit lazy and neglecful sometimes and I hate playing more than 10 minutes at a time with him – its boring for me!!!! I dont tell him. We need to give ourselves a pat on the back for our honesty. The most honest thing is – Goodness gracious me, I love love love my son sooooooooo much, AND he knows it too.’)

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