Reactive Depression

A few years ago, I called in on a mental health nurse that I knew. I had long admired his work, and his holistic approach to his clients. He even had a gymnasium installed in the rooms, and kept a watchful eye on people’s diets. “Right, that does it. I am not able to cope without medication. My depression is getting worse, despite my best efforts!” I proclaimed. “Can you please prescribe me something?” He did something unexpected in turn. He laughed. “Are you kidding me?! You have had X, Y and Z happen in the past few months, and these events have pummelled you. I would be concerned if you were behaving as though everything was as it should be. You don’t need medicating; it wont help you. You have reactive depression, caused by the events unfolding about you. The feelings you are experiencing are normal and a sign that things need to change. Your depression is normal, as are you. You are coping tremendously well.” It was on this day that I discovered the difference between reactive depression and endogenous depression (no obvious cause). I have had both alternately throughout my life, and there is a marked difference between what responds to medication and what doesn’t (when someone points it out to you)!

I was hoping a pill would make the discomfort disappear. Instead, I was urged to sit with it, journal it, and hear what it had to say. It has been dark, windy and rainy the past week; a perfect time for reflection. Here is a screen shot I took of my constantly humming phone this morning.

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40 text messages and 1,056 emails. Sometimes, there are many more of both, not to mention  Facebook messages. Last year, I endeavoured to answer them all. My schedule was to get up at dawn, answer messages, and write content, for myself and others. By 8am I would organize my daughter for the day and ferry her to workshops. If we were at home, I would work with my daughter for six hours, then get her to classes in the afternoon. In the meantime, there would be more work for me. On top of this, there were social activities. There was the forever buzzing phone too. At Christmas, I stopped going onto Facebook. I found I just couldn’t cope. I felt like Mickey in Fantasia, when he conjures up the buckets, only to have them flood the room. That is very much how I have felt with all the messages. During December, I heard the most horrific stories of abuse and of deep sadness. I carried it on my shoulders, and the weight slipped down and smashed the already broken column of my spine. There was little lightness, and much darkness. My child needed me, and so I had to stop. I am forever grateful to this little girl for what she teaches me. My energy has been replenished by our walks and games. You can be in the same room to those who mean the world to you, and yet still be a world apart when distracted.

As with a few years ago, I don’t need medication for this particular brand of disquiet. I just need to organize a more manageable way of being. To put my contact list into categories, and un-subscribe from everything that chews up precious time. There have been days when I haven’t had time to eat, nor do what is necessary to maintain my health. Trying to be everything for everyone and feeling like I am failing. Putting myself last on the list of priorities. I have had time this week to put together a plan of action for this spine. I am going to undertake the discogram and chemonucleosis that was offered me years ago. I had it once before, and it provided relief for quite some time. If successful, it will do the same and bide me time. This decision feels right, and so now I start saving for it!

I know many of you can identify with the overwhelm. If I hear my phone ringing, I have an anxiety attack. I am slowly making my way out of my cocoon, but never want to go back to the unsustainable, 24/7 demands I made of myself. How terrifying and liberating it is, to finally have time. Returning to the world whole, rather than chipped and hollow, is what I desire.

 

 

 

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21 thoughts on “Reactive Depression

    1. Oh sweet, if only you could see me when I lose the plot am freaking out! I contain it with caffeine and deep breaths but when I lose it I do so in spectacular fashion. That is why outings to marvellous places are so important. It is like laying down your load of burdens, if only for a few hours. X

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  1. I’ve backed off from Facebook as well and I also know the difference between different types of depression. I’ve suffered from panic attacks for a few years and last year we had a major crisis in my family which has caused me to spiral. But I’m coping, day by day, taking comfort from the outlet of blogging and close friends and learning to live in the moment. Thanks for a thoughtful post.

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    1. Miriam,

      I would like to invite you to write and/or create to your Panic Attacks at Letters to the Mind, we are always looking for new contributors to share their stories of “mental illness.” We are trying to educate the uninformed while redefining our relationships with our personal struggles and finding support from others like us.

      Sincerely, Memee

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  2. You’re quite busy or maybe you’re on the right track to serenity if you don’t answer your emails. I discourage people from disturbing me by keeping email contacts to a minimum and encouraging people to talk to me on the phone or visit me in person. I hope you’ll get a handle on the situation soon. It can be difficult to stop or slow down but your well being is worth the effort. Best wishes.

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  3. There must be something in the air. I’ve come to the same conclusion. I find that I can spend 16 hours trying to keep up with my social networks. This is compromising my physical health and results in more exposure to the inevitable toxicity that is everywhere around us. I also decided to cut back on FaceBook and to focus more on the social networks that I enjoy. Reactive depressions are part of how we learn. It’s normal to feel sad over the loss of a loved one or a disappointment —

    It’s not normal to wake up wanting to die when everything seems to be going your way…

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  4. I understand that feeling well. I stopped all email notifications about social media. I go sporadically into fb but only for about 5 minutes… not my world! WordPress is my home and I really spend hours on it daily. But I already learned to not make myself a slave of it either and take time outs which means less reading posts or less posting or even both. There is another life next to it and we have to keep up with it too…. but as long as I feel so much passion about my blog it will always have a high priority in my life too as part of my purpose. I am glad you found a way to reduce this feeling of being permanently present on social media.

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