I can already feel it. After only 4 days of not having my medication, I can already feel it taking over me again.
My thoughts are darkening in the sense that it’s getting harder and harder to find the positives throughout my day.
I’m getting anxious again and want to retreat back to the safety of my own house, my own room, my own bed. But I don’t, or more to the point; I can’t.
As hard as it is, I take a deep breath and push through the shopping centre with my son in the trolley, walking as quickly as I can and making as little eye contact as possible so as not to create more opportunity for conversation where I then need to use even more of my very little strength left to force a polite smile and brief small talk in reply.
The second I get back into my car it’s like a small weight has been lifted, like I’ve had a jumper on that’s too tight and was restricting my breathing, has been taken off, though I still can’t relax. Not even once I get home, because there’s still so much to do and I have no idea how I’m going to get it done before its time to start the night time routine of getting dinner and bath time done.
And that’s when my frustration sets in because this illness is so damn controlling that it even stops me from enjoying my own son to the full extent that we both deserve!
I run out of patience faster, I’m tired and have no energy to take him outside and play with him, the thought of going outside is mildly frightening and exhausting at the same time. I find myself forcing a smile even though I so badly want to be completely there and enjoying my beautiful son, this stupid illness stops me.
It holds me back. It takes my energy, my feelings, my positivity, it takes everything, and all it leaves is this shell of what’s supposed to be me and all of these horrible, negative, depressing thoughts swirling around.
My partner comes into the room on the one day it all becomes too much and I need to retreat even from my own partner and asks if I’m okay, to which I reply with “yeah, I’m just in a bad mood but I don’t know why. I can’t get out of it.”
He asks me: “Babe, how long has it been since you had your medication?”
And then it clicks! I had been forgetting to take them each morning! That is why I feel like this. That is why my thoughts are clouded with negativity, my stomach is tight with anxiety and my headaches are back. I have forgotten my tablets each morning for the last four days.
Just four days, that’s all it took.
My partner goes and gets me my tablets and some water and says “here you go.” And with a comforting kiss on the forehead, walks out and closes the door, knowing all too well that as much as he wants to make me feel better, he can’t.
He just needs to leave me be until I decide I am comfortable enough to come out again, to face not even the world, but just my own lounge room.
I have always said to anyone I have spoken to about any kind of illness, whether it be mental or physical, “don’t be ashamed of needing a medicine to help you be the real you!”
Although, I still believe this, and I’m certainly not ashamed of the fact that I need medication, it’s still unexpectedly frustrating.
The idea that I can’t be the true me that I want to be unless I have a tablet each morning is not overly upsetting until I have times like this where I have forgotten to take them and I so quickly spiral backwards into this sad, scared, anxious version of myself.
I’m sure there’s not many of you out there who know that I have depression, and for those of you who do, this may just be a little more insight into how I feel on my “bad days”.
But I just want to clear something up before I finish this off.
The reason I don’t go boasting (I use the term “boasting” very lightly) about having depression is not because I am embarrassed or ashamed about it, because let me tell you right now, I’m not!
If anything, I am proud, because no matter how many times I’ve gone in and out of depression and no matter how tough it’s been, I still always come out on top. It may have taken me a while some times and it may still currently be a work in progress, but I do it. I get out of bed everyday and I function. Whether I am actually present or just on auto-pilot, generally only I or my closest friends and family can tell, but I am still here.
It is purely because, I don’t want to put others in the position of hearing that I have depression and then feeling incredibly awkward because they don’t know what to say, or don’t want to say the wrong thing.
To be honest, me personally, unless you tell me there’s no such thing as depression and it’s all in my head, then there’s really not much you can say that’s “wrong”.
However; do not take this as advice for anyone who opens up to you about their depression and/or anxiety. Because every person is different in their way of thinking.
Depression is not contagious.
It is a mental illness which is incredibly hard to deal with, incredibly hard to beat and especially hard to explain to others who have never experienced it.
“Depression is a flaw in chemistry, not in character.” ~ Unknown.