A ton is a ton.
Mental illness is mental illness.
The moment my depression and anxiety started isn’t as clear as the day I took my life back. January 2nd, 2018 is the day I raised my white flag and surrendered my fight in silence. New year new you, right? More like New Year new lease on life. My battle with depression goes back as far as I can remember. I’ve always fought seasonal depression or SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Anxiety seemed to catch on somewhere around my junior year of high school. Realistically though it never seemed to be “that bad” to me until my 25th birthday this past July.
Normally, my birthday is my favorite holiday. Ask any of my family and they will tell you plenty of stories about my count downs. This year was different though. Insert quarter life crisis. “I’m not married.” “I don’t have kids.” “I love my job but can I make it a career?” “I really should have been (here) by now.” “I really should have achieved (this) by now.” Fast forward to almost 6 months later. All that time with the usual daily ups and downs. Except now the ups feel like a quick breath of fresh air, and the downs feel like a black hole. A black hole that left me laying in bed not wanting to do a thing. It’s not that I was extremely sad, or constantly exhausted. I was just irritable. It was easier if I stayed in my hole, away from everyone. Everyone that is except my truly amazing boyfriend who lets me have bad days, and who celebrates the good days with me. My “mood” that I kept saying was just a funk was impacting all my relationships though. My niece and nephew who bring me such joy noticed I was crabby. I blamed things on my sister for why our relationship was crumbling. I would rarely talk to my brother wo is my best friend. Worst of all I took most of my bad attitude out on my parents who are my biggest support system. Friends? What friends? I got good at making excuses to shut people out.
I really owe my life change to my mom. One night after her listening to me cry and push the blame of my problems onto others she confronted me. It was in the most loving way possible. All she really said was do you think it’s time to go to the doctor to talk about your depression. At first, I was upset, “this is NOT depression.” But as quickly as that thought came it went. I broke down and started crying. I agreed to make a doctor’s appointment to talk about the possibility of getting put on meds. Now here’s the part where the truth comes out. For the next week I went back and forth with the idea of calling the doctor or not. You see, everyone in my immediate family suffers from anxiety or depression. “But mines not like theirs”, I would tell myself. In the past I’ve done different things to help cope with my depression and anxiety. Yoga, meditation, journaling, and drawing; just to name a few. I could just start doing all those things again couldn’t I? Sure, I could, and I still can, but now I know they aren’t enough for me. It’s not like I didn’t previously know about mental illness. I took multiple psychology classes in college. What I seemed to have forgotten is that a ton is a ton. A ton of bricks is just as heavy as a ton of feathers. They may look different, but they still weigh the same. Mental illness is mental illness. My depression and anxiety might look different than yours but that doesn’t mean mine weights more than yours or vice versa. That thought is what ultimately made me give in and call the doctor. Sure, my depression and anxiety wasn’t the textbook definition but it still was depression and anxiety. Little did I know the phone call was the easiest part.
Getting up early on my last day of vacation to go to the doctor; that was hard. “It’s not that bad do I really need to go?” “I can still cancel my appointment.” “Shut up, get up and go, what’s the worse that can happen?” Driving to the doctor, that was easy. Getting into the waiting room, that wasn’t too bad either. Answering the questions related to Depression and Anxiety, that was REALLY hard. Finally, fully admitting my struggles to a stranger was beyond scary to me. But I did it. The whole appointment itself went fairly quick and exceeded my expectations on being understood without judgement. I got put on a once a day depression and anxiety medication that has 100% changed my life for the better. At first my body didn’t react great but every day I feel better and better. I actually feel awake and back to being in control of my mood. My life is changed.
My message to others is this, a ton is a ton. Regardless of if you feel like your battle isn’t a fair comparison to someone else you know, doesn’t mean your fight isn’t just as important. EVERYONE deserves to be healthy and happy. NOBODY should fight alone. I promise someone is there; even if it’s me – a stranger – I support you. It is OKAY to NOT be okay. Be brave, have faith, share your story, spread love. ~ Cahli
“Faith and fear both demand you believe in something you cannot see. You choose! – Bob Proctor
Patrick John Vosen 6/11/59 - 2/22/07