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Depression

In 1990 I was diagnosed with major depression, recurrent. It was during a 10 day psychiatric stay that I found out about this, and that wanting to kill yourself on a daily basis wasn’t normal thinking. That may be overstating it a bit, as I wasn’t continually suicidal, but the depression was always overwhelming.  It was difficult to get out of bed, let alone go to work or be productive.

And it was then I bought into my first myth of depression. Labeled as an SMI (serious mental illness), I blamed all my problems on depression, and its attendant problems. However, simply being on meds wasn’t enough for an effective change.  It certainly smoothed out rough patches, but life was still not easy. The fact I was also fighting a neverending battle with alcohol and drugs didn’t help either.

In 1992/93 I was hospitalized again, and this time I applied for and received SSI. For the next 7 years I lived on 540 dollars a month. The depression grew worse. Even with meds, med changes and all that goes with a public healthcare system (rated as one of the worst in the country at the time) I felt no better than I did in 1990.

A chance meeting in 1997 at an AA group led to my first job since ’90. The benefit of working and staying on meds did more to improve my mood than anything. I was able to get off SSI, work and try and restart a life that never really took off. I was 32.

In the following 11 years, I’ve maintained employment, apartments, some relationships and a bit of sanity. I no longer let the depression control me. More accurately, I don’t let societies ideas of what being mentally ill is, control me. I stopped buying into the lie that I couldn’t be productive. That relationships were a dream, and happiness unreachable.

When someone like Pacione blames their own illnesses for asshole behavior, they do a disservice to those of us who choose to fight our problems the right way. Those of us who understand the debilitation of depression, and march forward are being shat on by his ilk. They seem to think they can do no wrong because it’s the “disease”.

My depression has exacerbated other shortcomings, which makes every day an uphill fight. But I don’t give up. I don’t back down.

Mostly importantly I train the demon, it doesn’t train me. I choose my own path, make my own decisions, and in the end have no one to blame for failures but myself.

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December 18, 2008 - Posted by | My Life | , , ,

5 Comments »

  1. You GO, Rain!

    I worked for a chronic depressive for 15 years. He could get irritable around me, but it wasn’t me he was bitching at — it was the world, in general. When he took his MAOI, he was fine (he’d been taking one for 30 years). When his doc tried to switch him to Prozac, that’s when he got wonky, but he knew it, didn’t take it out on us, and got back on his old meds. Then he was fine.

    Comment by Rusty | December 18, 2008 | Reply

  2. *standing ovation* The demons can’t control you, as you said Rain, you must take charge of them.

    I left work in roughly 2002. It was the beginning of my disorders becoming physical. It started as a little physical sickness each week, but I thought nothing of it. I went back to Uni, moved to Prince George, and I thought everything was fine.

    Leaving school a year before achieving my BA with honors was one of the hardest things I had to face. Doctors were scarce in PG, and now I was almost in constant daily pain and nausea from the tension all through my body. The reoccurring panic attacks came later. I thought for sure I had heart problems and I was dying.

    But, I’m still here, medicated, pain is manageable, anger is manageable, worry is manageble. I’ve learned how to identify and control my triggers. I’ll be off SSI in January, officially. 🙂 Whoop!

    Thank you for sharing your story. Like you, Pacione makes me mad because he sheds a poor light on those living successfully with mental illness or mental disorders. Like you said, it’s a constant battle, but you don’t sit in a corner and whine about it, you become aware of your ailment, learn it and control it, and you survive, you live, you learn, and you grow.

    ((((((((Rain)))))))))) Happy Holidays, pal!

    Louise xox

    *Puts a wrapped Hugh Jackman in a thong under Rain’s trees* 😀

    Comment by Louise | December 18, 2008 | Reply

  3. Impressive story, Rain. Shows what can be done.

    Comment by CritGit | December 18, 2008 | Reply

  4. My depressions have all been situational. Once the situation was resolved, I felt fine again. Often it required getting angry enough to burn away the depression by taking positive action.

    But depression is a miserable thing no matter what the causes

    Comment by cussedness | December 20, 2008 | Reply

  5. Obviously, I’m coming to this late (sorry!). But yes, Scott. You’ve hit the nail on the head here, if you’ll permit me to use a cliche.

    Comment by rich | December 22, 2008 | Reply


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