In a recent post, I asked some questions about depression, and wondered whether it might be possible for depression to bring any hidden gifts. Whether depression might have more than the one (most obvious and painful) dimension to it. What else it might bring to the table.
These wonderings sparked a lot of passionate thoughts and responses from people, both for and against the idea.
And these responses highlighted some of the myriad ways everyone has of understanding depression and the various effects it has on our lives.
So I wonder, how would you define depression?
(Or does it sometimes feel as though depression is defining you?)
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It’s true that we could define depression endlessly as it seems to always be evolving. It seems to be fluid almost, never quite the same from one episode to the next. In the deepest depths of it I feel like I am living with someone that I don’t recognize; that my body is being occupied by myself and this other person that I don’t recognize. At moments the pain is so severe that you sit in disbelief that anyone could feel this bad without having a noticeable physical injury. Often I question “How can I feel so bad?” I am bewildered by it most of the time. It pounces from the shadows of my conciousness and learning to be mindful has helped me keep an eye out for it. I notice more now, the smouldering embers of the fire of my depression that threatens to consume me. But when I look back, when I’m not fully engulfed in it I can see the positive changes it has had on my life. I am a bettr mother because of it. I am so much more aware of the mental health of my kids and I can guide them gently on changing their thinking and approach to life to try to avoid trouble down the road. I see someone having a bad day and hope that is all it is – a bad day and not depression. It has opened up creative aspects in me that I wasnt’ aware I could do. I love to write, but if I had never had this experience I never would have journaled and I would never be writting on these blogs. So,even in my hell, I am thankful for what I have learned from it.
Good post, Gabrielle
Depression to me is a gloomy, gray place similar to a pressure cooker where i am trapped… i cannot move or breathe freely… in this place, there is perpetual sadness, loneliness, frustration, desperation, feelings of helplessness and hoplessness, no motivation, and a desire for life to end… My depression is experienced as an endless “sea” of grief…
Depression and my definitions.
Flare-up(from chronic pain language) return to the pain of depression, physical, and emotional, suicidal thoughts, that comes in waves and then settles to being generally overwhelmed.
Flat- not caring, no emotions, blocked joy, no sense of future, no energy, ‘where did I go?’
Between the extremes of Flat or Flare-up, finally after a few years I found the Neutral Mood/Emotions.
The abiltiy to feel again, and emotions move easily, without the stiffness of Flat or Flare-up.
Neutral Mood/Emotions are a relief and joy, noticing the world outside again. I can say ‘I am back’.
Yet the depression is still present and shows this with the lack of endurance. The energy has not caught up yet. So continuing to following a chronic pain model on pacing, I hope to add time each week to my activities and avoid a relaspe
into the Blocked life of Flatness and Flare-ups.
I am not a writer but was moved by your earlier post as well as this one.
The informal and formal language around depression does not match what I have felt. ‘Crash’ sounds so one way. ‘flare-up’ means hope, systematic pacing to control my life and not have the depression control me. More hope.
And the virtures Patience, Fortitude and Courage
thanks for the articles- more hope
sf
A poem by Tagore (“Hard Times”) describes depression for me extremely well. I was stunned the first time I read this:
http://people.cis.ksu.edu/~ab/Miscellany/tagore.html
Depression for me is an extremely deep pitch-black hole or like very deep dark water. Like someone before me has written, the pain can be extreme and sometimes i don’t know how to bear it any longer and then the suicidal thoughts are strongest- anything just to make it stop and excape the utter hopelessness in that state.
Thanks for asking that question, I hope many more people will respond.
My depression is a deep dark cave. Spirals of depression led me into this cave of despair. Hope was gone. My thought was no one loved me. I had soooo many difficult decisions to make that I let other people make them for me. My feelings were numb. A therapist and a support group helped me to peel away the layers of fear bottled up inside of me. Today, I can say depression saved my life. Why? Because, if it hadn’t happened, the deep dark cave would have been darker. I felt mad, sad, angry, unappreciated, and suicidal. With the help of doctors and my therapist, I broke out of the cave of depression and into the light of day with affirmations leading the way. It’s been a very, very, very long road out of the deep dark cave. It has been worth every ounce of energy, courage, and taking care of myself one day at a time.
To me, depression is defined as a black hole – taking everything in and putting/giving nothing out. In my deepest depth of depression, I’m here physically, but not mentally. It’s kinda like I’m acting obsequiously – tagging along and stumbling along the way. Thank goodness today it’s not as deep as it was before………or I could’ve remained there for a lot longer than I want it to be.
For me, depression is a heavy gray to black blanket that completely envelopes me. During depression I can think of almost nothing except my crushing thoughts and feelings. I am not depressed now but fear its return, as it has over and over. I don’t see anything positive about depression as I can’t achieve anything during it. Depression can be so bad that the effort to take a shower requires all your strength.
My depression? hmmmmmm….
I cant really find the appropriate words.
I would say, my depression, is like being caught in a rip in the ocean-beach. At times..I think Im safe( a few minutes ) then another huge wave..black..heavy, thick…painful wave hits me…and throws me to the bottom of the ocean…where I fight to swim again..losing breathe…finally reaching above water again..to feel safe for a few minutes…and then again..that wave of depression hits..over and over. Its a constant feeling of mourning..Like someone has died…every single day…
Depression has taken away the one thing I never thought it would..MY REAL SELF
I LOVE my depression, strange concept to some I know. Ive had 2 very serious episodes of depression and one undiagnosed of moderate. Depression to me has had an amazingly positive impact on my life, im a far better person now than I was, with much more understanding, empathy and a totally non judgmental attitude. Anyway, with regards to how it is for me, id describe it in 2 ways-i put up a mask, a total brickwall between myself and the world, the other being its like having a gremlin strapped to my back, pulling me backwards and stopping me from living the way I want to. All I know is that it may seem neverending, but recovery is possible, im proof of that and now I have a wonderful job helping people like me. You CAN do it. X
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