My Battle With Depression
An Sluagh
eIreland has always had a rich history of articles that were just there for you to read. Four series which jump to mind right now are:
Wandering Rian's series about The Raven.
Applemans Quote of The Day.
John Gormleys Joke of The Day.
Brian O'Sheas poetry collection.
Anyway I am not writing a series - more of just an article for everyone to read, to enjoy and maybe even take something away from it. Why? Because last night on IRC I was speaking with Tara C who mentioned how she really wanted to write an article about something but she did not know about what. Me, being the self-centred arrogant 5h1t that I am suggested she wrote an article about me. In utter embarrassment she declined as she knows she does not have the artistic skills of a writer to capture the true essence of who I am. For that reason I have decided to write an article about me and my battle with depression.
I grew up as an athlete. I was winning numerous races, was making the national team in mountain running and was loving every achievement that came my way. My greatest achievement and self-fulfilment was when I was only 13. I was over in Cardiff running an international race which which I won - my first and only individual win on an international level. After the race my father who was on the phone to my mum back home in Ireland handed me the phone in a hug to speak to my mother, "I am so proud of you". I never felt so good, so loved or so proud. My athletics and sports was the foundation of who I was as an individual, it was my identity and gave some sort of meaning and path to my life.
Cracks began to appear in my dreams nearly a year and half later when I began to get pains in my back. I kept telling myself that it was only muscular and that it would pass. I didn't bother going to any physio or anything, I just continued on doing my sports (at this stage I was doing athletics and playing Gaelic football, hurling and soccer). I was training nearly nine times a week in total - all of my spare time was given to my sports. Yet I continued being ignorant and just wore heat patches, applied deep heat creams as I was always thinking my problem was muscular. After a few months of trying to put up with the pains I finally went to a GP (local doctor), got referred to a hospital for an X-Ray and then had to return to my GP to get the results - I was diagnosed with scoliosis.
The doctors told me I could continue with my sports, osteopaths told me I could continue without a problem and physio's told me I could continue without a problem. So I did. But nothing felt the same. I couldn't run to the same standard and everything just seemed to go downhill. I wasn't happy with myself.
With my sporting dreams fading in one sense, other things didn't go too well for me either. Several friendships fell apart, I was closing myself off socially and retreating into a shell. I don't know why or what for but I just felt fully useless. The fact friendships were failing, my sports were going downhill and social anxiety were making me feel lost within myself and unsure of who I was or what I was meant to be doing with myself. Inside school I didn't make any concrete friends until my final two years and even then I felt I was more of a nuisance to them than I was a friend. I had completely developed a hatred for myself and everything about me. My reasons might be nothing to you, but different things affect us all - this is scary thing about depression - it has so many ways to get at you.
Lets fast forward to last year. This is when I got bit the most and everything began to swell up, emotions became real and I knew I had a serious problem. Pretty much every single day I fantasised about death. I played out constant scenes in my head. Hanging myself. Cutting my wrists. Jumping off a bridge. Overdosing. I couldn't help myself. I had a complete lust to die. At this stage I had friends, good ones, great ones but my whole early years had affected my mentality and view on life. I saw no place for me in the world and I really wanted to die and it was not just the expression. One memory that even now stains my mind is coming home from a night out, I was alone and stopped on a bridge that went over a bypass. I stood there leaning against the railing for ten minutes looking down - wondering if the easy option was a good option. I took the difficult option and went home. So many nights I would cry alone in my room. I would just feel alone, abandoned, unloved, isolated - these negative thoughts would them infect me and spread across my brain, surfacing everything bad about my life that I could - again I would always play out my fantasies of death.
At this stage I was 18, an adult, a young man. Unfortunately but fortunately my mother came into my room to find me crying uncontrollably one night - in a sobbing rant that literally probably made no sense to her other than the fact that "I'm upset". She said about getting help, speaking to somebody, doing something to help me sort out my problems - stupidly I refused. See I always felt they were my problems and that I would sort myself out. I sat my Leaving Certificate (the most horrible exams you can sit - many Irish adults claim to still have nightmares about them) which was a struggle for me but I did it, well done to me......
We now reach last August. Things weren't better. I had given up entirely with sports and pains were now creeping in from just walking. Again I was found by my mother as an emotional wreck, this time I however I opened up about my feelings for suicide, how I wanted to die and felt that my life was not worth living. This struck her hard and she swore we were going to get help for me. The next day I was brought to meet a family friend who is one of the top psychologists in Ireland. I spoke my feelings and she said that it was mild depression - honestly I felt insulted, I had such lust to die, I had been unhappy with my life for four years and I was told that I was mild. The following day I was brought to my GP to again discuss my depression and get a referral for HSE counselling (public healthcare). My GP offered medication but I refused - I wanted to try sort myself out through talking before I turned to a medication. The following week I had blood tests to see if I had any imbalance in my blood or something which may be a factor behind my thinking (dunno, medical people?) and on that day I went straight from the doctors to receive my Leaving Certificate results (I didn't score as I was hoping and needed to get my college choice).... More misery for me.
It was then a week later I began private counselling as we didn't know how long I would be waiting to get into the public healthcare system. I found this counselling strange and was a bit unsure with how I felt with it. We focused mainly on mindfulness and controlling my thoughts but it never tackled my issues and why I felt like the way I did. The best way I could describe what I was being told to do is like walking down a street and nodding your head in acknowledgement at a person you don't like but not stopping to engage in a conversation with them. About 3/4 of the way through these sessions I hit another low point. I was at a party and had walked one of the girls I'm friends with to the tram stop as she was going home, I never felt right that night but as I was walking back towards the party I began to cry, and I couldn't stop. For about an hour I sat down against a rock in the green crying hoping for one of my friends to come looking for me, nobody came. I had left my mobile phone inside the house so didn't have that to message them to come to me but for at least one hour I sat out crying alone uncontrollably. Eventually three of my friends came looking for me, again another moment stained in my mind.
"Where the f**k have you been?" to which I burst into tears and hugged the first guy I could get my hands on, I really needed that f*cking hug. They then hailed a taxi and took me home. None of us spoke and never have about that incident since. It really is scary and shows the taboo that depression is. My three best friends didn't know what to say or how to handle it. Even to this day I question if they really know the extent of my problems.
The following morning I had a counselling appointment (still going private, this is now end of October). It was a tough session as I brought up what I like to think of as a "full on break-down". As my session ended I left the room shook and tearful, I felt sick and mortified. I was meant to go college but I didn't have it in me - I then had to ring my mum to come pick me (we had a nice argument over me not wanting to go college blah blah - typical mammy thing). She picked me up, I cried some more, I informed her of my breakdown and she said that we were going to go GP and get me on medication to help. So we did.
Skip forward a month and my medication is in full swing - it's actually amazing. I feel I want to take a break from my counselling but within 3 days I get a phonecall that the HSE were now able to provide me with counselling service - a good 3 months after I first applied. So I took them up (can't say no to free stuff). Here my counselling was entirely different - my psychologist was/is (still attending sessions) brilliant and went through my whole life, all my feelings and pieced together everything like a jigsaw. I actually looked forward to my sessions as I really could feel the progress I was making. Between good counselling and my medication I actually began to feel content with my life, I felt like I as an individual was taking shape as a new person and not trapped in the cracked old shell that I once was. Life wasn't good, it wasn't bad but I came to view it as - "life", if you can understand what I mean.
I am now at where I am. I still have suicidal thoughts but less frequently, I feel greater control on my emotions, I want to reduce the strength of my medication and I want to keep going the way I am. I feel like a human being? Apologies for vagueness in some areas - I didn't want to dive into the deep end and startle myself too much.
My advice to anybody who feels they suffer from depression - speak to somebody about it. They always say it helps and I at first-hand can say it does. You might feel like you are depressed but don't have a "valid enough reason" to be depressed but you do. If it makes you feel depressed - you are depressed and need help. I didn't want help, I took it. I didn't want medication, I took it. And now I feel the best I have ever felt since I was 13 and winning races internationally.
When I stood on that bridge looking down, I walked away. I took the difficult option and I learned - the difficult option is the good option.
Apologies for a poorly constructed article - I have been writing this piece by piece all day.
~Sluagh
Comments
Real life always comes first
Dude I feel for you, I'm lucky never to have suffered depression but know some people who do.
Look after yourself...always
and you give good advice...talk to someone
anyway keep safe
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He wudnt be this bad if it wasn't for u and your trolling. I hope u think about this and the effects it has on other people the next time u feel like trolling someone
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Its usually chemical. I often get this after a midday sleep. also locking out stuff that causes you anxiety and concentrating on negative thinking. you attached to much importance to your running and didnt put it into perspective. if one steps back and puts the level of success you expected into perspective one often sees that the eventual outcome is as it is.
very accurate answer tbh
Though.
Thanks for sharing that. Glad to hear you are doing better.
tl;dr
do the best that you can do
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It takes nerve opening up. Thanks for doing so. In a way we're all a bunch of fish swimming upstream. Just know, despite the differences in game, if you need to talk I'm more than willing.
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tl;dr stfu already plz bruce
Bravo! for choosing the difficult option.
I hope u never go back to ur previous condition.
Talking about the problem is the first step to overcome it. Friends and family can be a great help.
I wish you the best!!
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You are very brave for sharing this, considering the stigma of depression and any other mental illness. You might have helped someone.
the difficult option is the good option..voted.
Thanks for sharing that, hope the best for you.
Good man MrC.
“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.”
― Stephen Fry
It takes a lot of courage to openly write about depression. I am so glad that you're feeling better now. There are so many people who think that having a depression is like having a bad day. "Just think positive, you'll snap out of it". Yeah right! Just about the same as saying, think positive and your diabetes will go away. In addition meds against depression among the general population are treated as "crazy pills" which just puts additional pressure on not taking them by somebody who really needs them.
if you ever feel like talking without being judged, feel free to pm me
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Depression is a condition that more people suffer from than would like to admit as it's a "shame" illness that people don't like others knowing about. I've got it, though not to the extent of fits of sobbing and hysteria. It's more accepted nowadays than it used to be, though there are still many people who's response to it is "grow a backbone", hence the reluctance of sufferers to admit to it to anyone.
I'd echo the view that you need to talk to someone if you're constantly having thoughts of suicide or just can't get up in a morning. It's a first step to admit it to people on a faceless game and it just might make it slightly easier to talk to your doctor, but the key thing is to accept that it's something that needs to be talked about with someone.
Well done, Sluagh on opening up. That takes guts.
You should be proud of yourself for never giving in.
Recovery is a long process. Stay strong!
I'm glad you're doing well now
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Well written, Tara C
Great article lad - I dont know what to say, but I'm happy to listen anytime you want to chat.
Everyone is important No one can tell anyone else that their better. We are all equal. Everyone deserve's a life. Suicide does NOT work.
Really good article 🙂 opened my eyes a lot
The state of depression is bad, it takes courage and support to walk out. Its always important to talk to someone about problems.
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Stay strong!
good article voted , stay strong o7
Sorry to hear that you suffer. Happy that you are still here and things are much better for you at the moment.
I had a 1st cousin who killed himself at 18. None of us, his family, friends, classmates saw it coming. None of us knew the extent of his suffering. You enlighten us all with your story. I think you also help anyone reading this who is in the same boat as you were, and also those who seek to help others suffering with depression.
Good man
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Well, first of all, I am very happy you found the proper great penship to write this, bravo! A great honest read, indeed. 🙂
I have had mild to hard depression in my life many times (it kind of never leaves really, it just looms sometimes wants to activate, sometimes it just sleeps on the kitchen floor, maybe that is why Curchull used to call his, "the black dog"). It is odd, because I now see that it comes when my life is doing really great "on paper"; in my case there is a link I think, but I am far from having it pinned down entirely, between starting to go into a very depressive hole of isolation, feelings of self worthlessness, numbness in a big sense, suicidal, super insomnia, fear, and utter closednes from friends and family about it, and, being "doing an outstanding job" at whatever I had put my effort and wits to. Which of course then, brings a great sense of self-brought loss, failure and profound indescribable sadness, because with depression, eventually you become unable to continue putting effort into one´s stuff, as the emotional motor is not fed by anything... it dries up.
It is great you found a therapist you can talk properly to, there is nothing worse than going to a psychologist you just don´t click at a inner level with; because it does not open the holes, it just tells you about how to pretend and act as if they were not there – which is profoundly more depressive in the long run. And I think there is a valuable key there: understanding that it is not about pretending you are okay (to yourself and to others), being "functional" and just going along. Life also has opportunities of feeling great things: tremendous joy, tranquil happiness, wondrous curiosity, crazy love, full contemplation, etc etc... By realizing through life what are the "holes" that drain us, hurt us, confuse us, in all their might and depth, we can actually access also the great feelings and experiences that life has, just as we have the horrible sadness.
Thanks for writing this, in a place like this, it is great to see humaneness even in a crazy place like eRep.
Keep on taking care of yourself and open up eventually to new experiences of yourself. 🙂
It is not fair that as human beings we can't open up to each other without the fear of being ridiculed.
A little more empathy in the world would be a good thing.
You know you can always call on me if you need someone to talk to. I may say something stupid but at least you will know I am listening.
You can hug me anytime bro.
Well written article.
Don't be afraid to take anti-depressant tablets. They don't have bad side effects (but sometimes you may need to try a few different ones to find the right one for you). They are not addictive.
They help you to keep going until your mood cycle comes up again (most people have mood cycles of around 3-6 months). They don't cure depression, but they are as effective as a good psychotherapist.
Most people recover when their mood cycle turns up again. Some people get recurrences. Some people need treatment all the time, or preventive treatment with lithium.
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Well, that was amazing. I admire your strength and courage to talk so openly about something so tough and personal. I am glad that you are improving and I wish you well and hope you continue improving. Depression is a tough enemy but you will beat it