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November 10, 2006

Day Ten - Friday Shuffle - Whatever I Feel Like Saying. Gosh. Edition

I've been writing an entry in my head for about 24 hours. I just can't quite get the balls to do it. I'm all about listening to my gut. If my gut is telling my non-existant balls to stay away, I should probably keep my mouth shut. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. My mouth has been known to overpower my gut and nonexistant balls.

Before I go any further, I do want to thank everyone who sent well-wishes yesterday. I'm doing much, much better, as I stated in my comments last night. In case you didn't read the comments, I'll repeat:

I should mention that I hate posting about depression. I really do, because I hate for people to worry about me. If I'm at the point where I'm writing about being depressed, it usually means the worst is over. For me, writing it down is my way of kicking the depression out. Unfortunately, I suck at conveying this in what I write, and for that I apologize. I put the writing on my blog because I do like getting an extra little validation and love, but also because there are a lot of people suffering from the same thing. I know that I feel better if someone articulates what I'm feeling and I can relate to it. By posting my depression rambles on my blog, there's a chance someone might read it and get it.

The downside is, it seems like someone always takes what I say the wrong way. I've lost friends over posts like this. Today's post gave me an added bit of stress that I really didn't need, but that's the consequences of leaving ones guts all over the internet, right? I guess it illustrates just how misunderstood depression still is. All the more reason to talk about it publically. A lot.

You see, I've spent many years getting very effective treatment for my depression, both medical and through therapy. Yesterday I could feel myself falling into the disease, and I used the tools I have to nip it as best I can. When I feel depression coming on, I write about it. I throw myself into music that I find soothing, which probably wouldn't be considered soothing by most people. I rest, so that I've got my best physical resources on my side. I reach out to people in my family and friends who have proven records of understanding the condition. I talk to my doctor and pay attention to signs that the depression might be rooted in something physical, since I have a long history of depression and anxiety in conjunction with my periods, as well as an insulin imbalance that can lead to emotional issues. I look at what's going on in my life to see if the depression might be situational. If it is, I turn to the coping skills I learned at one of the top anxiety therapy centers in the country. If that doesn't work, I've got my therapist on speed-dial.

Oh, what the hell. I just found my balls. Here's what I've been wanting to write for the past 24 hours.

How to Talk to a Depressed Person

There's a ton of information out there about how to approach a depressed person who isn't getting treatment, is in denial, or doesn't have a good support system. That's great, because those are the people who really need some intervention. Unfortunately, there's not a lot out there about how to talk to a person who knows she's depressed, acknowledges it, and is working through it in ways that probably aren't obvious from the outside perspective. If you say the same things to Depressed Person #2 that you'd say to Depressed Person #1, no matter how good your intentions are, you're probably making a huge mistake. So, as a service to all those folks who are lucky enough to not have the first-hand experience of living with this disease in themselves or someone in their everyday life, here's a few little pointers.

Life is not a Zoloft commercial. Sometimes, people do have to live like this.

Don't get me wrong - antidepressants and anti-anxiety drugs can be lifesavers. They're not, however, magic. For most people with chronic forms depression, it's not as easy as going to the doc for a pill. Most antidepressants take at least two weeks to do any good. It takes time to find the right pill for the patient. People develop tolerances to antidepressants and they can stop working. There are some nasty side effects to consider. It can take years to find a combination that works. Some forms of depression are resistant to drugs. In that case, it doesn't matter how many times one goes to the doctor; it's still going to be there.

Not all depressions are the same. What worked for the friend of a friend might not work for your current friend.

It helps to understand the different kinds of depression before assuming that a depressed person doesn't have to live the way she does.

  • Clinical depression refers to any kind of depression that the patient feels is strong enough to require treatment.

  • There's major depression, also called unipolar depression or major depressive disorder. That's a depression that lasts at least two weeks and has some pretty severe symptoms, including suicidal ideation.

  • There's good ol' dysthymia, or minor depression. In this disease, the disease is present for a minimum of two years, usually with low-grade symptoms and occasional major depressive episodes, making it a chronic condition that doesn't have a cure. It can only be managed, and it's wiley.

  • Bipolar disorder (also called manic-depression) is a particularly ugly beast where depression is paired with manic episodes. I could write books on this one, thanks to spending years with a severely bipolar best friend. It's also a chronic disease with no cure, only management techniques.

  • Atypical depression has depressive feelings that come and go, making it yet another chronic disease. Panic attacks are typical of atypical.

  • Psychotic depression is major depression run amok. Hallucinations, delusions, irrationality, and super-high suicide rates.

  • Postpartum depression happens because of hormone fluctuations after childbirth. Some women also experience depression during pregnancy for the same reason.

  • Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder means that depressive and anxiety episodes are rooted in menstrual hormone fluctuations.

  • Seasonal Affective Disorder stems from sensitivity to seasonal changes and amounts of sunlight.

Learn more here

You are not Dr. Phil. Any version of "How's that's workin' for ya?" is probably not going to be well-received.

If your friend has a support system in place of people who see her daily, it's not your responsibility to question how she's handling her depression. Chances are, the husband who loves her, the mother who talks to her on the phone every day, the friends who see her and talk to her daily have already been on her ass. If you don't see what's going on up front and close on a regular, real-life basis, you don't have the information necessary to decide what is working and what isn't. Insisting on telling the person that you don't think it's working will do nothing but make her feel worse about herself. Depressed people don't need outside opinions about their lack of ability in handling the situation. They do a fine job of beating themselves up for their lack of coping ability all by themselves.

Ass u me. Don't do it.

Just because the depressed person is struggling with the disease, don't assume she's not taking care of herself. Don't assume she's not taking her meds, talking to her doctor, going to therapy unless she tells you she's not. These assumptions demean the depressed person and will make you look like an ass. Case in point, right here.

It's so not about you.

If you have a friend with diabetes, would you complain to her that you sure miss eating cake with her? If you have a friend who's an alcoholic, would you bitch about not being able to have a beer with her? If you have a friend with cancer, would you whine that she can't get together with you because she lacks energy from chemo? No? Then don't complain, bitch, or whine if your depressed friend can't provide you with emotional support during a depressive episode. Doing so will 1) damage your friendship, probably beyond repair, and 2) just make the depressed person feel worse. Again, a depressed person doesn't need to be reminded of her failures. She does plenty of that on her own.

Blah Blah Blah

Yeah, everyone tells you to be there to talk. Saying "I'm here for you" doesn't do a damn bit of good. Yep, you're there. Not telling me anything I don't know. In my experience, this sentence is said out of obligation. Any attempts at talking tend to be met with blank stares and changed subjects.

Ask specifics. "How are you feeling today?" "Is the depression any better?" "Can I take you to lunch/watch the kid for a few hours/bring you dinner/drop off a latte?" "You've been on my mind." Those are all good things.

If the depressed person doesn't want to talk about it, let her be. After talking about her depression to those closest to her, doctors, therapists, etc., maybe she just wants to talk about shoes or "My Name is Earl". Maybe she'd rather have a laugh with you over Barbie's feces-munching dog, instead of talking about all things dark and ugly. Don't take it personally if she doesn't spill her depressed little guts at your feet.

Be prepared to shuffle

Life with depression is a lot like listening to music on shuffle. You can be going along with a streak of excellent songs and bam! Suddenly, your iPod's blaring I've Never Been to Me and you don't know why because you're sure you ran that program that erases shit music from you iPod, but there it is. Sometimes you can listen to it and laugh because suck is hilarious! Sometimes you hit the forward button and "Born to Run" will come on. Sometimes you hit the forward button, and it's "Achy Breaky Heart" and you just can't handle it or anything else. Sometimes people will commiserate with just how awful that song is. Sometimes they'll sing along to make you laugh. Sometimes they'll lash out because they can't understand why you can't get over it; it's just a damn song. Sometimes you just hope the battery dies and ends it all. Sometimes you can say, "This sucks. This hurts. I'm uncomfortable and afraid but I have ways to deal. They may be sloppy, imperfect ways of dealing. So be it."

1. The Globe - Big Audio Dynamite II
2. Indianapolis - Bottle Rockets
3. Gimme Stitches - Foo Fighters
4. Not Fade Away - Buddy Holly & the Crickets
5. Jimmy the Exploder - White Stripes (a song that always makes me feel better because it's about a monkey jumping on the bed and you just can't go wrong with that.)
6. Little Ghost - White Stripes
7. Family Business - Kanye West
8. Tag-Tag - Q and Not U
9. Tried to be True - Indigo Girls
10. No Child of Mine - PJ Harvey

Posted by Robin at November 10, 2006 04:08 PM

Comments

Great post! I hope this helps people...

Posted by: Exena at November 10, 2006 11:08 PM

I soooo wish I could bring you a latte. You know I would, since you're about the only woman I know who shares a latte/mocha addiction similarly obsessive to mine. ;) I hope today was a little better, and tomorrow is a lot better.....

Posted by: Annie at November 10, 2006 11:48 PM

I am going to link back to this post on my site, because you've said everything I can't. Or at least you've said it much better than I have. Thanks for writing this. The main reason I write about depression on my site is because when I was at my worst, it was bloggers who were unafraid of putting the truth out there who let me see that I was not alone. And that there was help. So while I may not be as eloquent, I will continue to put myself out there. Thanks so much.

Posted by: Meghan at November 11, 2006 08:06 AM

So...

Can I have your tots?

Posted by: Summer at November 11, 2006 10:06 AM

http://thetrailweblaze.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-to-deal.html

I just admitted to the entire two subscribers to my blog (and the random people that drop in) that my mother has bipolar disorder, I'm in therapy for extreme anxiety issues and I've struggled with anxiety and depresssion for years myself. Recently had a total and complete breakdown.

I'm thankful you posted on depression (I've been a lurker here for a while because I like your blog) because the link at the top of this comment is the confession I have had to make...that sometimes this shit just happens, like a chemical imbalance. Like diabetes. Like cancer.

When people see me and say, "Hey, I haven't seen you around, how are you?" naturally I day, "Fine." and move on. If I said, "Well, actually, I've been struggling with anxiety and depression and have practically fallen off the face of the earth and you didn't notice" they seem to take two steps back and hold up a cross, like they're going to "catch" it. Or they say, "Call me if you need to talk". Like I can do that. "Hey, it's me, I feel like whale crap..wanna listen?" Uh...NO.

It's frustrating, and in fact, I've only just told people I know in the last few months, because I can't hide it anymore. It hurts ME to hold it in, to pretend, to act like everything is okay.

I had an adverse reaction to Zoloft. Horrible, mind altering reaction. May possibly be in a variation of bipolar myself (but not like my mother's) and fighting my psychiatrist because if there is a bipolar variation, and they put me on antidepressents, bad shit can happen. So they have me on Xanax, which helps with the anxiety, but the "lows", which used to be bearable, are getting worse. Can you relate?

I totally understand the music shuffles. My latest have been Enya, Josh Groban, Coldplay and The Backyardigans. My kids, thank God, have a way of cheering me up. Unfortunately they have learned more about me than I ever intended them to.

Sorry to take up your blog with my comment, I hope you visit my site. Maybe, somehow, we can be of support to each other.
HUGS
Coleen at TERRA INCOGNITA

Posted by: Coleen at November 11, 2006 10:39 AM

Wonderful post Robin. I've lived with depression and anxiety for years. Thank God for good, competent doctors...I say that because my first was awful and made things much worse. I understand the struggle to get control when depression looms because the most important thing I've learned is that depression feeds on itself...you can't give in.

Posted by: JO at November 11, 2006 12:31 PM

Very good post.
Very helpful.
Despite my own battle with depression, I'm still guilty of doing several of the things up there, when trying to console a depressed friend.
Not the part about asking if they are taking their meds, though. Yeah, I would want to punch someone in the neck after that too.

Posted by: Johanna Cagan at November 11, 2006 12:38 PM

Fantastic. You have said it all and said it well and I hope it can help inform and guide others who have important people in their lives that suffer from depression.

I know I've learned a lot from you.

Love you.

Posted by: Dixie at November 11, 2006 02:17 PM

Glad you've got imaginary balls!
I must, however, let you know that the man who killed that Overland woman said he just punched her in the neck. Perhaps HE hadn't taken his Prozac!

Posted by: allison at November 11, 2006 03:11 PM

Well it helped me. And I nearly called you yesterday and woulda said all those things you didn't want to hear.....! But all I'll say now is that I'm thinking about you, I love you and then I'll shut up

Sal xx

Posted by: sally at November 11, 2006 03:59 PM

I've been a diagnosed clinical bipolar for going on a decade, and the thing that has always struck me the wrong way is how some of the people closest to me would tell me to just be happy. Strangers or acquaintances seemed to have a better grasp on my illness than people closest to me.

This is a great post, thanks.

Posted by: amber at November 11, 2006 06:07 PM

I promise you, if we are ever living in the same city, I won't say "I'm here." Honest. I'll just hand you some of my chocolate and offer to babysit if you need a break.

*hugs*

Posted by: Coyote Lill at November 11, 2006 07:53 PM

im going out a limb here and saying that your balls are not imaginary. fabulous post my love.

xo

Posted by: jenB at November 12, 2006 03:17 PM

A Fabulous Post Indeed -- I agree, they're definitely not imaginary. :)

Posted by: Debbie at November 12, 2006 04:04 PM

oh, i hope that this doesn't fall into the don't do category. but knowing me, it will. know that this comes from the most i-want-only-the-bestest-for-you place inside of me. book suggestions.

unholy ghost: writers on depression
(and)
touched with fire: manic depression and the artistic temperament

p/s - when i say 'i'm here for you,' i mean it. :)

xoxoxoxoxox

Posted by: kara joy at November 12, 2006 05:00 PM

Thanks, all, for the kind comments. I had a lot of apprehension about posting this, and I still have some about leaving it up for reasons I won't go into right now.

Annie, I would love to hang out and drink lattes with you right now.

Meghan, thanks for the link. I hope all's well with you in Chicago.

Summer, go find your own tots. I'm freaking starving. I didn't get to eat anything today.

Coleen, I hope everyone who reads this also reads the link to your blog that you posted. I'm so glad you're talking about what you've been through.

Allison, I read the news story about that murder right after I posted this and rolled my eyes about that asshole claiming he simply punched her in the neck. He definitely needed some medication.

Sal, I've known you a long time and not once have you ever done anything to make me feel bad. Love you, Babe.

Amber, the only thing worse than people who love you telling you to just be happy is when they rattle off all the reason why you should be happy. Hate that with a passion. I'm sorry you've had to deal with all the crap that comes with bipolar. I know that when I was dealing with my bipolar friend for all those years, I did so many things wrong.

Lill, you get it.

Kara Joy, book recommendations on this topic are always welcome from you. You know more about mental health than the average bear. I'm familiar with "Touched with Fire", after the years I spent with my bipolar friend (and yes, it's someone you know). Haven't heard of "Unholy Ghost", and I've added it to my list. Thanks!

Posted by: Robin at November 12, 2006 05:18 PM

JenB sent me to read this. Now i know why.

Thank you so much for writing this.

Posted by: jess at November 13, 2006 08:18 PM