Depression on My Mind

Archive for March, 2009

The box on the shelf

Saturday, March 7th, 2009

I do not remember what I was looking for but I thought I might find it in an old file box on a shelf in my closet. So last Saturday night I pulled down the box and began looking for what now I cannot remember.

Inside I found newspaper articles I had written over 20 years ago, papers from my divorce, 2 Newsweek magazines from 1963 of JFK’s assasination and a navy blue folder. I knew immediately what it was. A journal. That horrible ball of anxiety rose in my chest. Several years ago, early in therapy after a major depression, my therapist asked if I had kept a diary when I was young. No diary but I did keep journals. She wanted me to bring them in, read them and share them with her.

I found the journals in a trunk buried beneath Christmas ornaments. I started reading them but stopped after a few pages. They were too painful.  I wanted to throw them away but I had told my therapist I would bring them in. I brought them to my next session. I gave them to her, told her I would not read them or review them with her. As far as I was concerned they were trash and she could keep them, throw them away…whatever.

That was that. Until last Saturday night. I sat looking at the navy blue folder as my thoughts ping-ponged back and forth. Should I read them? Should I throw them away? Should I give them to my therapist? What the heck, you have been well for a few years, what can it hurt? Maybe it will help you now.

“I’m not whole. I have to do something for myself. I try to tell myself I am not tired. Try to convince myself. It used to work but now it is no use. I need one minute to think. Everything is going so fast…I want to make myself whole. I don’t want other people to do it for me. I want to do it. For me…I don’t think I will ever be …

My brain is back

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

Someone recently asked me if, when I was sick, I worried about not being able to work again. Heck yea. That was one of my biggest fears. I could not focus. I could not concentrate. I could not read. I could not write. What if my depression killed my creativity? What if the ideas did not come?  

The newspapers piled up. I tried to watch television. An episode of Law & Order seemed impossibly complex. I was on disability with no end date. I was bored, scared and impatient. I had taken only six weeks off when my daughter was born – a mistake I will always regret. Six weeks into my depression my medication was just beginning to kick in. It was another four weeks before I went back to work. Ten weeks I was off. Almost twice as long as my maternity leave.

The reading and writing did come back. At first I could only make it through magazine articles. It took months before my memory and concentration allowed me to read a book and get back into my book club. But I could feel that something was very different. I had never experienced anything like it and it is very hard to describe.

My thoughts have stopped tailgating. I have a thought, think it through and then another. They are orderly thoughts. They respect each other’s pace. They do not race. They play well with each other. It was – and still is – an amazing experience. At this pace I can think through each idea, which tends to lead to an even better idea. Best of all, it keeps me out of trouble. Each thought has a consequence. Now I have time to weigh the consequences and to make healthy decisions. God bless my medications.

One of the first healthy decisions I made was to change my definition of myself. Why was I so afraid – terrified – of losing my job? Duh, because I have a mortgage, a car payment and a daughter to put through college. But it was much more than that. If I could not work I would lose my …

This one is for the guys

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

I recently went to a fundraiser luncheon at Mar-a-Lago, Donald Trump’s estate in Palm Beach. 

The topic was “Men and Depression.” When I arrived I found what I expected, a mansion that looks like Versailles on crack and dozens of well-coiffed, impeccably dressed middle-aged wealthy women and a panel top scientists and physicians.

Why, I wondered, is the topic “Men and Depression” when there are so few men here and so much interest and research on women and depression: post-partum depression; hormones and depression; pregnancy and depression; menopause and depression?

Dr. Steven Roose, a psychiatry professor at Columbia University and Director of the Neuropsychiatry Research Clinic at the New York State Psychiatric Institute, explained: “You are often the first person they will talk to about it and you are the one’s who help bring them into treatment.” 

 A survey sponsored by the American Academy of Family Physicians found that 78 percent of all married men who visited a doctor had been influenced to do so by their wives. Which means we women – whether we like it or not and whether we are married or not – need to know the symptoms of depression in men.

Some are like ours: Hopelessness; Fatigue; Inability to focus; Problems sleeping and eating; Feelings of guilt and hopelessness; Thoughts of suicide. Been there. Done them all. 

Symptoms of depression in men often include violent or abusive behavior; inappropriate rage; escapist behavior, such as overwork or excessive sports; risky behavior, such as reckless driving; promiscuity; alcohol or substance abuse; and more frequent thoughts of suicide.

But wait! There’s more! It is a really biggie: Erectile Dysfunction. (I have to tell you that you could have heard a feather drop under Trump’s chandeliers when Dr. Roose announced that his presentation would focus on E.D.). Turns out depression can cause E.D. and E.D. can trigger depression. The trick is knowing the difference and that is best left to a doctor, which is where we women come in.

Men need to know that for some, testosterone replacement alone can relieve and even eliminate symptoms of mild depression, Roose said. However, doctors often go overboard with testosterone replacement and over medicating with …

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