I’m right in the middle of a dramatic shift in mood and I want to try and capture it in words. There are so many sites out there describing the symptoms of depression, but not so much the actual feelings. And maybe this is all just me, maybe this isn’t what it feels like for anyone else. But I was talking to Hubby about this earlier, and it made sense to him, so maybe it’ll make sense to some of you. Just please bear with me, I’m thinking as I’m typing and my head isn’t entirely in the right place for this.
Here goes. It’s like falling off a precipice. I’m aware that my whole body has tensed up, and my breathing has become incredibly shallow. My stomach is churning. If I were to try and visualise it, I see myself being swept along by a very fast moving current, and I’m keeping myself afloat with a piece of wood. If I stay calm, don’t struggle, and just hang on, the water will eventually calm down and I will be ok. But if I struggle, if I lose my grip on the piece of wood, there is a really strong undercurrent just waiting to grab me and pull me down. I’m aware of this current, so I hold on as tight as I can. I don’t want to go under.
It’s the same with my mood. I’m in no position to comment on what a ‘normal’ mood pattern is, but I suspect that the sudden and dramatic shifts in mood
I get are not the norm. I have to work hard to stay calm enough to stay afloat, some times more than others. I feel my mood changing, and if there’s been no event to cause it, then I’m wary, on my guard. If I panic and lose my grip on the piece of wood, I start to sink. Those are the times I want to run away from myself. Those are the times I want to call Therapist,
but I can’t, so I end up wandering about facebook trying to find something out about her, anything at all, anything that will create the illusion
, however tenuous, of contact with someone who always helps. Or when I want Hubby to wrap me in his arms and just hold me so tight that I know I’ll be ok, that I won’t actually break. It’s a feeling of intense vulnerability, like I’m a small child who’s wandered off and gotten lost, and nothing around me looks familiar – people, places, language – nothing. As if there’s a great gaping hole opening up inside me, threatening to swallow me, and I don’t know how to fill it. Those are the times I want to be as small as possible – if you were to see me sitting down, chances are I’d have my arms wrapped around myself, my legs wrapped around each other and my face buried in a scarf. I want to hide.
So there are those times. Sometimes, that’s as low as it goes. But if I don’t catch it, there are greater depths. Numb comes next, and honestly, I’m not sure which is harder to handle, because while numb does away with all the fear and loneliness of what I’ve just described, it also makes it so very hard to engage with anything. Numb is when I think of a response to a conversation, but the words get stuck in my throat. Numb is when I think of something I want or need to do, but can’t find a way to make it happen. Numb is when there is no feeling, good or bad, just indifference towards everyone and everything. Numb is standing in the middle of a crowded room, struggling to remember how it is that ‘normal’ people act, and then do it. Numb is in the bubble
. And because numb makes it so hard to think or do anything, it’s prime time for Bitchface to take over. I think in a really strange way she’s trying to help me, trying to force me into action, but her methods are cruel and just make things worse.
I think if I had to choose between the intensity of feeling after the first drop and numb, I’d take feeling, because with feeling there’s still a way out. I still have enough self awareness to know that I need to go a little bit easier on myself, breathe, slow down, allow myself the time I need regroup. But numb? That’s so much harder to shake off.
I’m really conscious in writing all of this that it’s pretty heavy going. What I’m describing here is when things get really tough. It’s not where I’m at now. It’s where things could really easily go if I didn’t pay attention to the warning signals. But now, for the most part, I do. So while I’ve had a very rollercoaster few days, at least the rollercoaster means there are some ups as well. Freefall would be so much worse. I think as I’m writing this, as I’m making sense of it for you, I’m making sense of it for me too. I’m coming to a better understanding of how my mind works, and how to try and take back some control when I don’t like the direction I’m going in. And that is something well worth knowing.
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