Thursday 31 December 2015

New Year, same thoughts - Journal Entry

New Years it's a very reflective time. Even when your not trying to be reflective. I suppose that is ingrained into us from a young age that there is something special about new year and it being an opportunity to look back at the last 12 months, and think about the upcoming year too. New year is another part of the holidays I have always enjoyed, whether it's been watching fire works on tv, or from Ports Down Hill (a hill overlooking the Portsmouth area), or going out with friends (admittedly I think this has happened once or possibly twice). The celebration of our achievements little or small has always been a feel good thing for me. What's more I have enjoyed thinking about the future and where that may lead me, the opportunities and possibilities. 

This year is definitely different, I'll give myself that. I would say I'm probably trying to avoid thinking about what's happened at the moment. Maybe tomorrow I'll be positive, and say thanks for all the friends I've made. Right now, I just can't muster a positive thought...

This new year I've had kind of planned for a while. I'm going to another Talking Heads gig in Southampton. Originally on my own, but I've gradually gained fellow party goers, with three friends now joining in the evening. I've been looking forward to this for some time having booked the tickets back in late November or early December. However, now the day is here I'm feeling less and less up for it. I feel the anxiety taking over, and a desire to just get into bed and turn everything off. As I type this my hand has started to shake as the real thoughts and emotions start to come to the surface. 
I wonder what would happen if I didn't come back tomorrow, how long would it be until someone noticed, would someone come in time to feed the cats, or would they go elsewhere to find food? How long could money just leave my account to pay bills? Should I tidy so it's not a mess?



I do think I have felt better since Christmas has past, however I have had this before where something is overcome to accomplished. Then a few days later it's back. 

The cats have become mini saviours, they break my thought process. They come over and rub against my leg, arm or even head, and it's flips my thinking. Not every time, but most. I don't like the thought of hurting myself in front of them, and they do somehow seem to force that caring me to the top (yes there is a cat here now, and the tone has already changed). I still feel the sadness, but it is being repressed for now. This is still a concern, that not knowing why this is happening, or how to work on whatever is wrong with me. Repressing feelings can be done in the short term, but surely this can't be a long term plan. How could someone live like this?

There's other material I would like to cover, more positive things, but this isn't the time. This is more of a journal entry that I just needed to get out / say. 

Sorry it's not more uplifting. 
Happy New Year
 

Sunday 27 December 2015

Christmas with Depression

'Happy Christmas'

Strangely I already feel the sadness slipping away. Sitting here on a little mini sand pile on Bournemouth Beach at 5.45am Christmas morning.


I have been planning on doing something different this Christmas for a while. Unfortunately the original plan of a European hostel became unworkable as I changed jobs and had bills to pay. So camping was my next idea. I thought it sounded great, I already have all the things I would need; tent, sleeping bag, many jumpers and a borrowed camping stove. Additionally I thought this would require very little planning and a last minute decision could be made.

As time passed I did come to realise that this wouldn't be quite as cost free as I had first thought. Petrol and possibly / probably pitch fees. However it was not just the cost that in the end led to me reconsidering this, eventually deciding against camping.
Those that have seen my previous blog posts will be aware that I am struggling with depression and have had thoughts of self harm. These thoughts have become more regular occupants of my mind. Because of this the idea of spending two days alone in a tent reading and writing started to seem more like a dangerous idea rather than a pleasant one.
This is when I came up with the (next great) idea of sleeping at home and then coming to the beach early in the morning; spending some time here and seeing the sun rise. I can still read and write, I just will not be sat in the protective bubble of a tent.

Despite having four layers on and tucking my jeans into my socks, its pretty flipping cold at this time of the day at the beach! But I am loving it, and as I said for the moment at least it has allowed me to be happy.

Christmas, it is a time of year I have always loved. More than any birthday, Christmas was the best time of the year. The lights, the songs, the films, seeing friends; it was the best...It was.
This year is different, yes it is my first really as a single adult and the first since the end of a long term relationship. That is what those around me are thinking I can see, I know it. This year Christmas was always going to be hard.

But, it is not that, it, this, is different... its more.
I can and could be on my own. I quite like my own company and I have loved Christmas all my life. It is this depression, I have not wanted to acknowledge it. But I see it clearer now. I see what it has taken from me. How it has changed me. There are many reasons, known and unknown which will have led to this happening I suppose. But the things that I once enjoyed are now torture. The music and lights that have always brought a smile to my face, now bring tears to my eyes and sadness to my soul.

I recently saw an image trying to depict depression. There where two bodies, one with sadness inside, the second had sadness, anxiety and a lot of other words (Ive looked for the image but can't find it again). Under the first image the caption reads "This is what you think depression is". Then under the second image the caption is "This is what depression is". I agree it can be and include a lot of different things. But for me, most of the time I am feeling depressed, it is that first body. I feel filled with deep sadness. There is no reason,  nothing in my mind the emotion just takes over my body and my mind.

Its 'funny' writing how you feel can be a tricky one, especially when your not sure how you feel. At the moment I guess I feel almost like there are two of me. The first person is the person that everyone knows and recognises. The happy smiley me. The me that I feel less often, the me that I struggle to hold on too. The second is someone I have kept hidden, but they are intruding on more of my life. I still keep them hidden from others, I think, they are unhappy, sad, depressed, unsure and has thoughts of self harm. This is the internal struggle that has become my life.

In the last two days I would say I have also experienced anxiety, because of Christmas related activities and commitments. I feel the effect it has on my body. I feel my breathing change, I feel my heart beat much faster, I feel the unsteadiness in my step, I feel my hand shake. I feel the effect. I would say that anxiety has not been part of my depression until now. So I am hoping that after Christmas has passed this will subside.

At the start of December I visited my GP who prescribed me antidepressants. I have been apprehensive about taking them, and continue to battle without them. However I think that the recent changes in my thought processes have made me rethink this. I have phone consultation on the 29th and at that point I think it will be good to re-evaluate where I am. I may write a separate post about my medication thoughts and fears.

Well, that's it from the beach, although Ill type this up at home...
I hope you have / had a Merry Christmas and found your own happiness in there somewhere.



OK, so I have since noticed that I have missed a 'T', but at the time (around 6-7am) I thought it looked great.





Links that you may find useful;
MIND
The Dark Place Podcast - @darkplacepod




Wednesday 9 December 2015

My Mental Health Last Monday - Depression

These are notes, or thoughts I had a week or so ago. They are from three parts of my Monday morning. I have left the text as disjointed as when I wrote it to give you an idea of the fragmentation going on within my mind. 


Monday 7am

I am writing this in an attempt to make today seem real...Nothing feels real. My cereal didn't taste of anything, my drink tasted like an orange complexion from some other flavour or ingredients. Since waking this morning there has been no urgency to get ready for work. The only urgency has been in writing this before all thought leaves my mind. 

If you died, would you know? Could this be a weird dream. Am I already dead?
Last night, I got out of bed, walked down stairs, into the kitchen, I picked up a knife and placed it on my wrist, twice. 

In my mind I feel I know that I didn't do it. But what if I did, what if I did and now I'm dead. And this isn't real. 


Monday 8.30am

I'm here and it's time to pretend I'm ok. 
Time to pretend I'm not confused. 
Time to pretend I'm not thinking about harming myself. 
Time to pretend I'm not so depressingly sad. 
Time to pretend I'm ok. 

I'm not sure who this act is for. 
Is it really for them. Or do I want to come to work because while I'm pretending for them, I'm really pretending for me. 


Monday 9.30am

When your best friend asks if your ok and you don't reply. Because you can't. You've always been 100% honest with each other, and you just can't bring yourself to tell them what you did, what you nearly did. 


Now

I continue to struggle, but I'm learning to talk more and speak to people about mental health and depression in particular. I've started to talk to some great people on Twitter who are going through similar struggles, which has helped. If you would like to chat feel free to follow or tweet me @Mike_Douglas_


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