My dad hid his depression. I won’t hide mine
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A friend happened to call a few days later. He convinced me to schedule a doctor's appointment that day. Tip: The receptionist will find a slot the same day when you tell them you had to give your guns to a friend just in case. Be honest with them.
Sleep, light, medication,therapy, nutrition, hydration, friends you can call. Figuring it all out can be complex. Getting help is vital so keep looking until you find the help. Finding the right therapist may take a while.
It took me almost 10 years before I stopped having suicidal thoughts after my near miss. Another 5 years before I figured out one of the main reasons for what I was experiencing. Nearly 25 years total of the pain of depression because I figured I could handle it myself.
I was wrong.
Get the help.
Health conditions of all kinds (depression, pregnancy, obesity, etc.) are just another filter condition like bad credit, arrest records, substandard education, etc. that are used to winnow the labor force.
Only in the tech bubble (in the sense of a world temporarily apart) where skilled labor is, at the moment, relatively scarce, are these factors overlooked when hiring for "career" positions.
This sucks, and I hate it, but I'm not blind to reality. In a world where most people work for a living, and where there are fewer jobs than people, having anything "wrong" with oneself is a huge liability.
The other goes back and forth. Maddening reasons and ideas to justify going on and off.
So I had to stop - because I have three children and I need to cover the expenses for them as a priority. They are the only thing that keeps me here, as I too had to do what you did.
Explain, if they're old enough. Find help (online or offline) in finding out at what you can explain to them. Find help to get rid of your stories without having to tell them to your kids if you don't need that.
Being afraid comes with the territory I guess. Acknowledge that. Accept it. Explain it. Explain that you cannot always acknowledge or accept it. Accept that you cannot always explain it.
Do your best, how messy it is.
And maybe you know all this, maybe you do all this. I don't know you, don't know your story. But it is as it is. You cannot give them another father. You probably cannot change how you feel. So they have to live with it, as you, and find a way.
Along the way though I was able to find things that helped very noticeably. Some were physical, some were mind related, some were social, etc...
Bits and pieces that when put together did make a difference. Learning to take care of myself and remember to continue doing those things that were healthy for me has probably been a benefit of age as well.
The pieces of my puzzle: Therapy, hypnotherapy, dance (Argentine Tango), exercise, sleep, meditation, hydration, light levels, type of work, healthy relationships.
This was huge: Someone pointed out how I loved myself enough to be willing to destroy myself with such violence. Quite a shift in perspective! The realization of that love for self helped me switch to an amazingly hopeful resourceful place. The shift is difficult to describe though very real for me.
EDIT: Added to the puzzle pieces list.
Anyway, sorry for ranting, the article just made me feel like sharing this, for a change.
But most therapists are useless.
There are professionals who see this stuff every day who can help you.
There's no shame in this. There could be any number of causes, and some of them are actually easy to fix. That said, many are not but it's good that you're talking to people.
It also changes your outlook on things, such that it becomes more challenging to remember which is you and which is the disease as it continues to merge itself into your being (so to speak).
Good luck.
I'm not saying it is a sure thing - just don't rule it out
Anyway, if I were you, I'd cut & run.
Like the fellow below said, you're young, don't waste your youth. Send them some money when you can but don't go down with the ship trying.
The thing that has helped is opening up to a select few of friends. I am not the kind of person to open up emotionally but realized that if I want my kids to have a healthy dad, I have to do something different. But the older kids have noticed my sadness.
My therapist told me something that helped and that is I should strive for progress and not perfection. A goal oriented person is striving for perfection but that's an impossible goal when going through depression.
The fog from depression initially made me believe I had no friends. But when I took time to observe my life and journal, I realized there were a few friends for which I eventually opened up to. It helps to have a support system in addition to any doctors you see.
That fog is the hardest thing to deal with. I'm currently in a good spot, emotionally. In my case depression is a consequence of anxiety. Managing that better has kept me emotionally healthy.
But when I've been depressed I'd forget that I've had friends, good friends, for years that I could talk to and who would be there for me. It's not easy, but taking that step back to really examine your situation (as you've done) was the part that has turned me back from the brink several times in my life.
Bear in mind that the reference range doctors use to determine whether your thyroid is healthy is considered too wide by some experts [2] - this will result in false negatives.
The treatment for thyroid disease and resultant thyroid underactivity is (synthetic) replacement thyroid hormone. I'd rather take a replacement hormone than a pharmaceutical drug with its side-effects. Not to mention hypothyroidism is a risk factor for heart disease and more, so better to address it than treat individual symptoms.
[1] http://www.niddk.nih.gov/health-information/health-topics/en...
I design software, I code, test and deploy. They think my work is good. It doesn't matter. I work until I'm tired and then I sleep. I hide my tears from my family. There's no joy in any of these projects, and I've lost all interest in my past side projects. I work so much I barely see my daughters before they go to sleep. If I stop working we'll be bankrupt within months.
Give it another go. Worst case scenario is you waste some time and maybe have some side-effects.
Finding medication and a therapist that work for you is really hard. It can take a lot of work. But it's worth it. It won't fix everything, far from it, but it's worth it. Just keep taking it one day at a time.
I tryed em out about 3 years ago. It remains among the smartest things I've ever done for myself. The field has come a long way. I'm the same guy I always was, with lots less crushing anxiety.
If it's been a long time, give it another go. "I tried a cell phone in 2003 - it was shitty" sounds crazy. It's apples to oranges compared to what's available today. Turns out medicine is the same way sometimes.
You should try something like see a doctor and if that doesn't work try something else until it works and it can work and take a bit of time.
I've had episodes in my life where I felt so trapped or constrained or ashamed that I thought about ending it.
I'm really glad I didn't. My thought process was broken. I would have devastated my loved-ones, and thrown away my life for deadlines / issues that no one cared about that much.
I have friends who have survived major depression and are mostly happy now.
There's hope!
Yes it is. I've met many people before finding someone that I can trust a bit.
Carl Rogers was an interesting guy and he had a scientific approach (as I like understand how things work). It's a model that fit well to my mind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMi7uY83z-U
I guess all models have nearly the same success rate.
I was in a depressive state for close to twenty years. The loss of my mother at 10 put me there and instead of getting better I settled into my depression for the next twenty.
Twenty years.
I was irritable and emotional. I had few friends and I made the friends I did have pay for their mistake of being my friend. I made bad decisions and burned bridges. I drank too much. I had zero good romantic relationships and was getting worse. My career, the one good thing in my life, had stagnated. Nobody wants to work with an asshole.
SO one day, after breaking up with a girl, I finally decided to get help. I cried like a baby in the office of a therapist. She got me on medication and in four weeks I was a different person. I combined that drug therapy with talk therapy and completely turned my life around. It wouldn't be a stretch to suggest it's similar to hearing music for the first time or seeing color. I was able to smile and find joy in the world again. By almost every measure, my life improved. Things have only gotten better since then.
I want you to seek help. Make use of the opportunity to completely change the trajectory of your life by getting out of the mindset you're currently in. If you need medication, take it. If you don't, invest time in talk therapy. Find a therapist you trust and who is competent. If you don't like the one you get, find another. DO THE WORK.
Depression is like cancer of the mind. If you ignore it, it'll consume you until there is nothing left. Don't ignore it.
My current happiness is only tempered by the knowledge that I lost so much along the way by ignoring my symptoms. Don't be that guy. We have a small amount of time on this rock. Make it worth your while.
I had a very strong opinion about psychiatric drugs: I hated the idea of them.
But when you are desperate, you'll try anything. And I was desperate.
SO I made a bargain with myself: drugs for a maximum one year. No matter what happened, I'd only try the drugs for one year.
After one year I didn't need them any longer. I was able to understand when I was entering a depressed state and adjust. Knowing what "good" felt like helped me understand what bad" felt like.
That's the bit that causes the growth and why you need to combine talk therapy with drug therapy.
I got lucky and found the right combo for me; someone else might have to try a few combinations to find what works for them.
(brought me back: ability to smile and laugh. Ability to find amusement watching television [even my wife's shows], ability to think at work. No longer staring out my window wishing everything would end)
I have not put in the work to find a talk therapist, I really think I'm ready to do that now, I'm going to follow up on Monday and find someone.
The talk therapy is like learning how to get strong so you don't break bones or lose balance and fall.
They go together. You can do talk therapy without the drugs but that didn't work for me. The drugs got me into the right frame of mind to understand and process emotions. I could be mindful and see when I was irritated because depression was creeping back in.
I don't think depression is something you completely cure. I think it's something you manage your way out of and keep at bay with constant effort. Mental hygiene practiced with a professional goes a long way towards making that happen.
Look, I discussed some really gut-wrenching things with my therapist. I dug deep. I did the hard work. It wasn't fun.
But today I'm able to live without drugs or weekly visits to a therapist. I'm effectively in remission. And let me tell you man: I'm HAPPY.
Are you sure they don't see it? And if they see it, do they understand it for what it is, or do they misinterpret it?
Make an appointment on Monday 3/28 with your doctor, or with an EAP service if that's available to you, or county health, etc. Be clear about what the appointment is for, and get the soonest possible appointment (that day if possible).
I'm being successfully treated for depression. My depression and treatment is not your depression and treatment, but it's likely that there is effective treatment available for you.
Put it on your calendar right now to make the appointment on Monday. Your depression may be discouraging you from taking steps. Push through the fog, make and keep the appointment.
If you feel overwhelmed before Monday, call the emergency number. You're not wasting anyone's time, that's why they're working at the jobs they have.
Call Monday.
So yeah, do therapy, but strongly consider a psychiatrist as well. Also, I have been looking into ketamine treatment for depression. If you are at the end of your rope, worth checking out as well.
I was under the impression that most life-insurance policies don't pay out for suicide?
I never took medication. I think that was a mistake that added years to my recovery. I'm still not sure I'm a person yet (but I'm optimistic about it). I never had the crushing sadness many relate to depression, but rather the emotional void variant [0]; I can't imagine how crippling it must be to not only fake happiness, but to also have to compensate for genuine unhappiness... I hope you find what you need soon. I have an account at gmail (see username) if you feel safe venting to an anonymous person; just keep looking for something that gives you the contrast to see what feeling normal is like (not even feeling good! Just normal. Life is sometimes brutally sad for long periods. And that's ok. But if you can't imagine feeling differently then maybe the mind's chemistry has wedged itself.)
Anyhow, if anything else comes out of this rather large thread of responses, you ain't alone. It's hard to slog through and find what works for you, be it a next gen medicine, meditation, or an hour on the motorcycle every day, you'll find the thing(s) eventually. Just slog through it a bit longer.
Also: we seem to only have the one life, so procrastinate on ending it. You've a worst case of dying of old age or accident, then, and you may just be surprised to be in a better place a few years from now. Being able to look back is certainly a luxury I cherish, personally.
[0] http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-par...
It's so silly, but this is to me the best, most consice write up of depression I've stumbled upon. YMMV. But my friends and I were in tears laughing over it - but over different parts. Depression nails a lot of people in different ways, so keep trying to fid the fix for you. It really does exist.
Is it possible to cut your cost of living significantly (by 50% or more through some extreme changes)? When the alternative is suicide, I'd imagine that almost _anything_ else is acceptable.
I know you don't have the energy for this lifestyle refactor since you're working two jobs and depressed. Can your wife take on this responsibility?
Lastly, bankruptcy is a greatly preferable option to suicide for your families sake.
I think people who feel this way definitely need to seek help. I was lucky in that I didn't have to. What solved the worst of it for me was going out and being with people, having success (and epic failures) with dating.
Even though the depression never really neared suicidal levels again I was still mostly sad and I didn't realize this until many years later when I took some MDA. I hadn't ever done drugs before except some minor pot and MDA showed me the difference between what I had been feeling and what it was possible for me to feel like. I only took MDA a few times in my life and it's been over a decade since, but I learned from those experiences what kinds of things made me feel better and what it was possible to feel like and I've strived to achieve those feelings without taking drugs.
Now I feel happiness by achieving goals, being around people I love, having silent moments to myself, exercising, managing my stress levels and listening to music that makes me feel better.
It's not always a rose garden, life can be tough, but I never really feel like those awful pains of despair I lived in as a young adult.
I didn't do so through the normal approach: Pills and talking about your feelings. I didn't do much of anything, really.
* The major sources of stress in my life worked themselves out. (I don't want to go into detail about this one.)
* I went on a ketogenic diet for a while, which helped with the anxiety significantly. I stopped six months ago because of unemployment (keto diets are expensive!), and the anxiety has not come back.
* I truly accepted that, no matter how much weight I lose or how successful I am in my career, I'll probably never be attractive enough to find a boyfriend. This was something that used to torment me with feelings of inadequacy (magnified by having to be in the closet to my religious family).
Recently, I started working a job that actually provides a livable wage AND health insurance benefits. (Also, paid time off. I haven't taken a vacation in five years!)
Now that I might actually be able to afford mental health care, I'm waiting to see if the depression will come back, because conventional wisdom says these small tweaks to my life are temporary measures at best. (However, if it doesn't come back, I'm cool with that.)
These were my experiences with depression. I'm sure many more people have suffered through it than will admit it.
As for me: I'm focusing on my friends and my career, not the uncertain prospects of romance. I don't even go to the local furry meetups anymore (all they really talked about was relationship drama, so not a huge loss).
Hope can be the biggest downer. I've learned to live without it. It's surprisingly liberating, actually. (I wouldn't recommend this for everyone.)
In any case, when I feel "stuck", I look at specifically what's making me unhappy and what would make me happy. Then I form a long-term plan. You may not be able to quit your current work today, but what would it take to move into something you find rewarding. It might mean life-style changes: Got a car payment? Replace it with a beater you don't owe money on (my beater is really really nice but was a simple cash transaction).
I'd also caution you that you can't naturally work the long hours you're describing as a permanent schedule. You will burn out and/or your body will give out whether you have depression or not. If you're not exercising some minimum amount and you're not eating a healthy diet, that will also lower the threshold at which you give out.
I'm not a doctor or even a therapist - you should find one to talk with. I have however had joyless periods in my worklife, so please take my advice above with the understanding that you actually have two problems ... your depression is one and your lifestyle is the other. They will potentially exacerbate each other.
My email address is in my profile - feel free to correspond if you're interested in talking about the work related problems you're experiencing. Again, I'm not qualified to counsel you on the depression you're feeling. I've been in this industry for over 30 years, so you probably won't surprise me. Also notice my profile lists my family as my priority - they provide grounding for my work life.
Hope to hear from you ... and happy Easter.
P.S. I've got some job openings if you decide you need to make a work change. Perhaps there's something that matches your skills.
I hope I'm friendly (in general). I like this community because you can be friendly and still disagree - debate is different from argument and I often learn something even from those I disagree with. If you look through my comments you'll find instances where I revert to "that Internet jerk", but hopefully they're a pretty small percentage.
Also, your site is down...
WRT my site(s) ... I lost a server to hackers due to a RoR exploit (I was only running Redmine). As patio11 advises, don't use RoR unless you're willing to dedicate yourself to understanding how to keep it secure. I'm in the process of converting the content to markdown to be processed with a static code generator. I've got some old writing on CodeSnipers (Keith Casey's mid-2000s experiment) - http://codesnipers.com/?q=blog/steve-moyer
It's especially frustrating since after trying a bunch of treatments (therapy, prescription drugs, and various combinations of the two), I've found that good sleep, regular exercise, and the ocassional bowl of weed after work have improved things tremendously.
However, marijuana remains illegal at the federal level.
Even for "uncleared" work, you often have to go through a background check, and one of the questions asks "Have you illegally used drugs" in a certain time frame. (A year, if I remember correctly). I've been told informally it's a "don't ask, don't tell" situation. So basically, even if a position doesn't drug test, you now have the fact you lied on a clearance form hanging over your head.
This has a trickle down effect... the jobs that don't care about any of the above don't do a clearance check are quite hard to get.
Also, dogma and accepted practice notwithstanding, "depression" is a morass of symptoms, not a well-defined disease/condition. Testing treatments is hard, because symptoms subjective and placebo effects are huge. And worse, GPs tend to cluelessly prescribe popular SSRIs/SNRIs, and those can make bipolar folks seriously crazy. As in psychotic. homicidal and/or suicidal. Especially younger patients, apparently. So be careful!
There's a well known risky time during treatment for depression in people with suicidal ideation. Those people get more motivation, and are more able to do stuff. But they still have strongly negative thinking and suicidal thinking. They are more able to kill themselves, and many do.
> motivation to exercise, which seems to be basic but important when fighting depression
There are two links in this thread to the science that show exercise probably isn't that useful to treat depression.
Does it kill your chances for a higher level clearance, if you have had depression? I'm not sure. But, it sure seemed like it.
Today I believe that I am a dog, to be trained as a dog. Find what good things reward me and reward myself for doing good. Avoid what hurts me or rewards me for doing bad. Additionally I have almost always sufferred from dellusions of granduer, believing I can do more than I can. These delusions have always brought me joy and purpose, as if I am worth life.
Sometimes depression comes up again, now adays I rationalize it. It is my brain telling me my current path is unrealistic, I will fail and that I am a burden to society. Time/practice of a skill is the ultimate determination of realism. Failing is the reault of not preparing for obstacles and not looking for opportunities. Being a burden is only official when I stop thinking, stop talking, stop bringing emotions to other people and stop pushing for what I want.
To be homest, most of my interactions with depression are micro aggressions. Last month I got severely depressed. But that also comes about when there are promises I cannot keep. Which leads me to say, this may or may not be the correct road but It has helped me.
But I noticed that there are times when my sleep schedule is very different (easily masked because I have a sleep disorder as well which makes it difficult to maintain a consistent schedule), times when I am very chatty, times when I'm very focused on a project or game or activity (focus on goal oriented activities), times when I feel a sense of inflated self-esteem or grandiosity, times of increased risk taking, and so on. I just always saw these things as aspects of my personality, and things that I'd been able to leverage for my own benefit or, usually, keep under control.
Here's a list of symptoms: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_II_disorder#Hypomanic_...
What was new to me was that they only could think of committing suicide. It was a major thought throughout everything they did. Like a major depression is something completely different from being depressed, this seemed like major suicidal. One woman who was in her 30s decided to get a daughter hoping her thougts would disappear when she had someone to take care of. That didn't happen.
When her daughter grew up, she decided not to commit suicide because it would be cruel to her daughter. She had a good job, a nice husband, a good life, with money, car, nice house, a social life and in many ways a better life than I have, but still she wanted to kill herself. It was in every thought she had. I cannot explain it, you have to see and hear her explain it. It was completely new to me. She still lived when the documentary was on TV, but I'm not sure how long she will live.
The biggest thing that has stopped me has been not wanting my family to have to deal with my suicide. I've slowly distanced myself from my family over the past few years, and figure at some point I'll just 'go away' in such a manner that nobody knows what happened. I guess I'm a bit selfish, but I really don't care anymore.
I don't want to suggest vice is great. Just that as far as alternatives go, maybe you can channel that selfishness :) after all, you can always recover from a vice you enjoy (and even repent if that is what worries you like the GP comment), but it's really hard to recover from death.
Millions and millions of people manage to get along through their lives. See what they have that you don't. I'd bet it's prolly some neurotransmitter or chemistry, but maybe exercise or a chocolate deficiency (I found I needed annoyingly stubborn/complicated problems to work on to distract me). Hard to tell over the Internet. See a doctor about medication or therapy or diet or something until you did something that works.
Then see you you feel. (This is very much a heads you win, tails flip again sort of thing, and it works pretty well as a stalling tactic :)
As far as it goes i dont think therapy works by teaching you something 'new' that you cant get out of a book. Thats like saying excersize doesnt work because you have done all the motions before. Therapy when it works is largely about opening yourself up and committing to reprogramming yourself and going through a bunch of effort and seeing that going through the mechanical process of therapy does have some minimal value and realizing you are in control of your own mind to some degree and using that tiny minuscule victor as a 'hope' that keeps you moving forward.
I wish you well, i wish i could say more. I feel you.
I been there and said similar things to myself while holding the mask proud for others to marvel at. You need to learn that you don't need anything to make you happy. Happiness is found within. If you never accept this, you will spend a tragic life seeking outside for what is found within.
Be grateful for the times you had and forgive her for no longer being by your side. Is it not arrogance otherwise? Don't you love her? Do what's best for her then and right now, that means focusing on yourself. It is wasted time trying to run from your problems. Approach them honestly without defense. Do not dictate their solution, but try to listen instead and you might be surprised at how they dissipate.
Remember, thoughts and actions are but expressions of your beliefs. The belief that you can only be happy with girl {X} is an attack upon yourself you currently do not recognize. What you do recognize is your desire to attack yourself physically. The next step is understanding why you wish to attack yourself.
God does not will this kind of life for you, and also learn that you are already in hell. Enlightenment comes from within and the devil is the great deceiver. You are merely deceived by a voice that is defining what your happiness is. Let it go and you'll watch your suffering go and you'll laugh that you ever thought your happiness could be assailed.
I've been through similar episodes of planning for isolation and suicide. You need to get help. I mean you can always kill yourself later, right? Might as well try to get help first.
There are many, many options and the technology is getting better.
I almost jumped off a bridge a month ago. Over what? Not marking some fucking assignments for my students? Not being a billionaire? Turning 40?
You may hate yourself right now, but there are people who love you and who would be devastated by your death.
Get help! Try again! Keep trying. You've been through this before, so you can get out of it again.
You should work from home!
Wanting to commit suicide has been likened to being in a trapped building: no one really wants to die, but jumping out under your own terms now sure seems better than burning alive slowly.
And then you go and find the damn window is jammed and you're really trapped because even suicide is not an option.
That's how I felt. And it turned out ok. (Not great, but really anywhere is up :) I certainly don't and didn't feel the same as you for the same reasons - totally different life and brain chemistry, I bet - but the algebra works out the same. Stay alive and endure a bit longer, and maybe you'll find something that helps you cope and get a handle on things. The cool game-theoretic bit is that this is always valid. It's always worth putting off suicide longer, every moment of every day. You can die and end with naught (or in your faith that's a pretty brutal negative), or you can risk a few years more and still end for naught OR something positive. It doesn't even need to be very positive. Just beat the trivial null case of no-more-life and you come out ahead. Do that for a couple days, a couple months, put it off for a few years, and maybe the habit of wanting to live sticks.
And hey - video games are great. They keep me distracted, my friends in touch, and they're only getting better (despite what the old curmudgeons say). Stick around for a few years to at least see where the consumer VR stuff goes. Could be worth the wait ;)
In my experience, one issue that does not get enough attention is the stress and strain mental illness puts on the loved ones of those who suffer from mental illness. I hate that mine has been a burden on my wife and kids, even thought I have taken full ownership of it.
I'm glad to see that awareness is growing. We still have a long way to go, especially in certain industries (I'm looking at you, Hollywood).
I've suffered through bouts of depression most of my life as well. Luckily, I learned a few things about how to deal with it in my younger years - not that I have always followed the process, but at least the tools are there.
Technical fields are very prone to bring out depression. We work long hours, spend a lot of time in isolation, and have little time to celebrate our own successes. Poor eating and lack of exercise add to the recipe of less than optimal mental health.
There are a few things you can do to help yourself avoid a bad mental state, and help others as well.
1. Have a good attitude. This Ted Talk is fantastic: https://www.ted.com/talks/shawn_achor_the_happy_secret_to_be...
2. Be more social. Interact with people at work and outside of work. Include others in your day to day adventures.
3. Get more sun. It's spring time. Enjoy it.
4. Get exercise. It's crazy how quickly you can go from completely sedentary to running a 5k.
5. Get sleep. It's astounding how much of a difference regular sleep will make in your happiness, in your metabolism, and in your overall outlook.
6. Don't accept dangerous behaviors out of your peers. When you see someone working 100 hour weeks over and over again, make them stop. We all appreciate a solid work ethic. Don't take advantage of it. When you see a co-worker isolated due to workload, figure out ways to bring that person out of it.
7. Be a leader. Be healthy. Have balance. Show people what kind of a difference that lifestyle can make.
Depression is always best cared for by a professional, but not everyone is open to therapy. When you identify someone going through it, don't simply recommend seeing a doctor and move on. Be a friend.
Mirtazapine worked for me for a while but it pooped out, and Wellbutrin makes me feel ridiculously amped up. So those are no good.
I'm married, and I've been depressed to varying degrees for years (severely now), but I don't want to give up my sex life because that's one of the few things in my life I enjoy.
Trying to understand the reasons behind a suicide is futile. It's usually not something logical which can make it very hard for rational people to reason about. It's a disease...
While I imagine that the major benefit comes from personal will within the depressed individual, does anyone have any positive experience where a loved one or friend was able to provide support in a meaningful and beneficial way?
#1 is take care of yourself--- you, the support-giver, should come first; if you start to get frustrated with caring for the person with depression they'll sense it and then close off 100%.
#2 bring them out to do things. Not necessary to be over the top happy, just seeing somebody motivated to do stuff, and willing to take the time to drag me along.... was great. The world always seemed a lot less bleak at the end of those days. The activity itself didn't matter at all, so no need to plan anything grandiose.
#3 after days that you've done something, touch base really quick the next day. Just a "had fun last night" text or call first thing, doesn't have to take much time. Just to stop the back-slide of the depressive mind's tendency to pick apart significant events and turn them vile and negative
#4 Don't _worry_ because that's a negative emotion (easier said than done when it comes to somebody you care for, I know), because it can cause a lot of feelings of guilt and burden in the depressed person. Show care with positive support like frequent check-in's, random visits with food and sundries, etc.
#5 Again, I can't say this enough: take care of _yourself_. Do not burn yourself out trying to be a 'be all end all' care giver. If you have to step away for a week, that's better than showing up miserable and resentful. And it will happen--- it's only natural to feel tired/hopeless/unappreciated/'done' sometimes, especially if you're supporting somebody with a very long depression that has nasty/antisocial outward mood side effects (like lashing out, transient paranoia, antisocial resistance to aid, and such).
I don't know if that'll be helpful at all, but you had no other replies and I've been the person receiving care/support before. I know it isn't easy, but it is _always_ appreciated.
If you're ever feeling like you can't get through the dark times, please reach out to those who care about you. Even if those relationships are purely online.
It helps to be reminded you're not alone, even when that seems like a trivial or obvious Sometimes we tend to avoid the simplest and most elegant solutions because they're not as mentally stimulating -- it's the part of the double edged sword of an analytical mind. At least that's the case for me.
You're as important as anyone else in this world. You're no less and no more important. We're all equals and you deserve a fair shot at happiness just like everyone else. If you can't do it for you, do it for your daughter. She wants you to be happy she just does not understand what's going on, just like the girl in the article. She's better off with you around.
It is worth it to try. And it's not that hard. Just call.
You are not at all worthless, you're just ill. Unfortunately the nature of your illness damages your ability to see that. It's one of the most vicious of cycles.
Look at all the people in this thread who are encouraging you to get help, many of us suffering from the same illness you have. You're getting a lot of different advice, but all of it is resting on the idea to take steps, because it's worth it. Because you're worth it.
A few years later, having lost two of those friends to depression and seeing others abuse various substances to blunt their feelings, I no longer feel crazy. I feel smart that I went and got help when it felt unbearable, rather than try to fight through it. I think American, and tech culture in particular, are still really hard places to discuss depression and the issues surrounding it. Thanks for the article, and all these insightful comments. These things need to be talked about.
A few years back I had been bottling up a lot of issues and negative thoughts that had just manifested in my head over time and got worse and worse. I couldn't think straight, everything was an effort I literally felt like I was going to feel this way forever. I never considered self-harm and said to myself that I couldn't live with feeling this way day in and day out. I had somewhat of a breakdown (I was around 25 years of age living out of home with my partner) and had to take a week off work. I made the call and ended up getting an appointment with a psychologist later that week.
I was convinced I was screwed even after half a dozen appointments - mainly because I was too scared and embarrassed to say what was really bugging me out of fear of judgement by my psychologist (I know, it's their job). I felt like absolute garbage day in and day out and felt sorry for myself and feeling like I deserved better, I let it keep building up and building up and despite going to these appointments I kept shying away from explaining what thoughts and memories were upsetting me. One day I walked into an appointment and I was usually composed and pretty chirpy, this time I just sat down and bawled my eyes out and realized enough was enough. I explained all the negative thoughts that had been bugging me and that was the start of turning things around. I extensively credit my psychologist for helping me get my issues together and helping me finally get on the path to learning how to deal with these issues and overcome them.
I thought I was really depressed, when I really had severe anxiety and not much in terms of what constituted for 'depression' - I know the two can go hand in hand and one can be labelled as the other and so on. I kept at it and over the course of about 30 appointments over several years I was taught strategies on how to deal with negative thoughts, anxiety and so forth. I was in a job I didn't like one bit, living out of home with little money and whilst I was beginning to get on top of my anxiety issues which were dragging me down so heavily I knew I had to move on professionally.
I reduced my work load to part time, started studying Computer Science at University (my old job was non IT) which I have absolutely loved from the very beginning and am about two thirds through my degree. I was lucky enough to get some part time work as a developer with someone I know who needed a bit of help which I still do today. Since starting this new job I have felt like compared to the position I was into a year prior literally nothing could of gone better for me. I look back at myself two years ago in a job I really did not enjoy with constant severe anxiety looming over me everyday to the point where I didn't even have the courage to catch up with some of my closest friends. It dictated my life but I said enough was enough and I wasn't going to let it control me anymore.
It's taken me a lot of practice and persistence to be able to control the flood of negative thoughts that come to me daily and I still on the odd day struggle pretty bad. Like I mentioned above I haven't even finished my degree yet but am working as a part time programmer which I could not be more happy about as it is giving me great experience however I'm incredibly tough on myself to be as valuable to my employer as possible. Programming is something that from what I have discovered, experience plays a major part in how well you can do it - I currently have very little experience but put expectations on myself that I should be able to work as fast and have code as excellent and at a the same level of quality as my co-worker who has more years experience than me. It's an area where my anxiety tries to find a way in to get to me to drag me down and something that I have to consistently need to keep on-top of but at the end of the day I'm glad that I am finally doing something I am truly passionate about.
The main reason I have written this is because I want to encourage people who are feeling down for an extended period of time to seek help. You may not see it at the time, and I didn't believe me - but you can feel better. It scares me to think of where I would be had I not of walked into my psychologists office a few years back. It's the hardest thing I had ever done but it was the best thing I have ever done.
I maybe rambled on a bit too much but just wanted to share.
Thanks.
Depression is an uncomfortable companion for me. I've suffered with it for a long time. I was first diagnosed when I was 20, but the consensus (from my obviously fallible memory) is that it began between 12-14. I still have memories of sitting in my room, singing a song about how no-one loves me, when I was 10. I am "only" 28 now. I remember feeling confused. I knew mum and dad loved me; but why did I feel like no-one did? It took me a long time, to overcome that disconnect. It's maddening. To know, intellectually, that something is true, but your mind screams at you that it's not.
My mum was diagnosed as being depressed at the age of 25. Was an alcoholic since the age of 17. She still has it. For her, there is no end in site. She's had ECT several years ago. It helped, mildly, with the depression. She was never the same after, and had severe memory problems for a year.
She has cut herself hundreds of times. She is ashamed of it, and doesn't go outside. She does it because she just wants some expression of how bad she feels on the inside. A release, an outlet. She takes 5-6 different anti-depressants, and anti-anxiety medications. She has tried to kill herself 3 times. Each time I've saved her life. The first two, she had cut her wrists open. The last time, she overdosed on her medication with rum. The last time was the time she almost succeeded.
I haven't heard from her in two weeks. Which worries me, because it is Easter, and she hasn't answered all day. No-one else in my family looks out for her. She did a lot of shit wrong, as a mother, and as a partner. But I know she is struggling. I'd check up on her physically, but she moved into new government housing, and didn't give me the address, because she was upset that I called an ambulance the last three times she cut herself, and didn't want "the drama of dealing with it again". I tell her things will get better, but I honestly don't believe they will. I want them too. I hope they do. I try to help as much as I can. But it's hard to see things getting much better.
It scares me, because I don't want that future. My marriage failed at 24. Three friends, my parents, and my sister. Those are the only people I've ever told. Way after the fact. To this day, they all believe I became depressed after the marriage. It makes sense after all.
The truth is, that I was depressed before I met my then-wife. I used to cry myself to sleep a lot. I used to feel angry a lot. Tired a lot. But for me, it was "just life". I just thought that's how things were. It wasn't until I saw the pain it inflicted on my partner that I sought help. There's a lot of reasons I am this way, supposedly. Rough upbringing. Bullying, social isolation, broken marriage of my parents, etc.
My partner found it extremely hard to deal with my need for approval, for reassurance, to be told I was loved. I eventually got help. She was hostile at first; she thought the psychologist would blame her. Three months of therapy, and things got a bit better.
After the relationship began to break down, my depression and anxiety went absolutely nuclear. Not just sad little moments at home, or a tear here and there. I would be at work, and start crying, and need to run the toilet to hide. I would have "episodes". I would just lie on the floor, curled up, sobbing. Sometimes, if the emotional pain was too much, it was this kind of horrible combination of screaming, and sobbing.
I normally have a pretty good memory of my internal monologue. When I have those episodes, there isn't any sense of self. I "remember" my wife kneeling there, holding me, and moving her mouth, with a strange look on her face. I still don't know why I was in so much emotional pain that I screamed, and screamed, and screamed.
I managed to get in check, with some anti-depressants, and psychology appointments three times a week. I think I was worse. I was so numb. Nothing was real. Work. Home. Sleep. Cry. Argue. Like some kind of strange, opaque opaque film, representing my life.
That's when I decided I would kill myself. I still loved my wife dearly, but I knew we wouldn't work. I knew she wouldn't leave me while I was in such a bad way. I acted like I was normal, and told her I just didn't love her anymore. I told her we needed some space. I promised myself I'd do it when she was far enough removed that she would feel no guilt. I told myself I'd keep the therapy up, but that was always there. Like a goal.
I actually lost 50kg, from exercising. I was running 10-15km an evening on weeknights, and 25km every Saturday. I was going to the gym four nights a week. My diet was better, the house was less of a mess. I was more in touch with my feelings.
Getting out of bed, and putting on my pants, was harder than running a half marathon. In a very literal sense. It felt like I was overcoming physical burdens to just function. Routine helped, but I've never "tried" so hard.
Emotionally, I was so numb. I got a huge promotion at work. I did not care. My great grandfather died. I did not care. A horrible thing to say, but I had lost the capacity, 90% of the time, to feel meaningful emotions. They were the only things I missed. But when I had them, they were torment.
I would lie on the floor, crying. For four, maybe five hours each time. But I yearned for that pain, because I felt alive. Ironic, that I wanted to be alive until I died. I was still seeing a psychologist, but was not on medication. I was always honest with her, except for "the plan".
I began to drink a lot. I think I hoped I'd get drunk enough to have the courage to do it right. Death is still intimidating for me, even when I want it. It didn't help though. I'd drink 30 or 40 standard drinks, and waste the day in the shower covered in vomit. I never got to the point I would be while drunk, so I would just do it sober. I gave it up.
I took a "goodbye trip". To see family and friends. It was the first time they ever knew something was up. But to them, it was so subtle. Just a quietness of character. A dimming of the bulb.
Through coincidence, I was back home on a flight on New Years Eve. I was so certain I'd do it. No plans for elaborate, painless, ways. Just in the shower, with a kitchen knife and warm water. Hard to mess up too badly, since no-one would come looking for weeks.
I wrote my letter. I apologised. I asked if people could one day forgive me. I told them it's not their fault. Got naked, got in the shower, and I had just begun to cut myself, only shallow, when my phone rang with my dads call tone. I'm not sure why, but my determination went to dust. I thought of him, and the pain it would hurt. I told myself, I'd try even harder. I would do anything short of ECT. I'd go to hospital. I'd take medication. Anything.
My psychologist was going to have me hospitalised, but she said she trusted me, and was giving me a chance, referred me on to a prominent psychiatrist. She was against drugs too, but thought I wouldn't get better without them.
I fought for a year and a half. I went through a number of drugs, of different classes. One looked promising, but the affects went away at lower doses, and I was hyper aggressive at the higher dose. Eventually though, escitalopram "worked" best. But I started to feel again. My anxiety slowly got better.
I remember the first time I actually felt "hope". I felt like God. Invincible. Indestructible. How could I fail with hope? The drug made me "physically" tired. I had to take a dump every 3 hours. I put on a few kg. But motivation wise, it made up for it.
I got out of it... I thought. Looking back, I told myself I would never become like that again. Sound plan...
I met a new lover. She was a pretty nice girl. Didn't work out. Unfortunately, she said and did some really terrible things at the end. The break-up was a bit messy, but not extreme. A series of events really triggered off my anxiety. I lost 5kg in a week because I wasn't eating and stopped running. I stopped talking to people. I couldn't sleep more than two hours a night, on a good night. I started getting mouth ulcers.
Then came the inevitable old friend. A lot of my friends who I had told the first time around, have started getting concerned. It puts burden on them. It is not something they can just "know about and forget". They make a lot of effort too, which makes me feel bad, because I just don't care enough a lot of the time.
I saw myself slipping into a nuclear episode again. I've tried to stave it off. I'm looking for a new doctor, since I've moved since the previous event. I'm making myself eat more. I'm making myself talk to people. I'm going to the gym and running. I'm practicing and applying the techniques I learned in ACT therapy (And CBT to a lesser extent).
I'm not sure at this stage if I've stopped it. It's too early to tell. I feel like I'm on the edge of the abyss. It's easy to say it will be ok from the edge. It's a different world when you're in it.
I've spoken to my sister. To my dad. To friends. For help, for support. Because I know it's the personally responsible thing to do. But the burden on them is huge. How guilty would anyone feel, or responsible, if someone decided to give up on life, despite someone coming to them for help? Cognitively they would understand, but emotionally it's very different.
Now I'm returning to my roots. Why did I ever give up playing video games with my friends?
For instance, one symptom of depression is physical pains that move around from place to place. For instance one day your low back hurts, then your legs, then your shoulders, etc.
It's not useful for everyone, and it's sometimes harmful. The risks of harm tend to be ignored by people delivering meditation and mindfulness.
> There is always a reason why we are depressed. We need to go deep into ourselves to find it, there is no other way.
The evidence from cognitive behavioural therapy suggests this is not always true. For some (but not all) people there isn't any reason, and it's certainly not always some buried trauma.
Ever notice how the POTUS never gets a cold or a flu?
Never, ever talk about your health unless it's good. Period.
[1] How to Get Out of Bed (https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=11367331)
It feels really irresponsible to me. As irresponsible as telling a cancer patient to try carrots.
Although I accept that you're showing compassion, and that's important. And that you're not being judgemental. And that you have some evidence that exercise works to treat depression - you're not talking obvious nonsense. (Although that evidence isn't as strong as you think it is, especially for major depression.)
> The evidence for physical activity being good for just about every ailment under the sun is about as incontrovertible
How do you explain the meta-analyses that show weak results for exercise?
http://www.cochrane.org/CD004366/DEPRESSN_exercise-for-depre...
> However, it is not clear if research actually shows that exercise is an effective treatment for depression.
> Exercise is moderately more effective than no therapy for reducing symptoms of depression.
> Exercise is no more effective than antidepressants for reducing symptoms of depression, although this conclusion is based on a small number of studies.
> Exercise is no more effective than psychological therapies for reducing symptoms of depression, although this conclusion is based on small number of studies.
> The reviewers also note that when only high-quality studies were included, the difference between exercise and no therapy is less conclusive.
> The evidence about whether exercise for depression improves quality of life is inconclusive.
From your post it looks like exercise can have positive effects on depression. I haven't read anywhere here that it's the only solution. But it's sometimes as effective as other known treatments (according to your own link) and it's cheap and easy to implement.
Anti-depressants and therapy don't work for everyone, either.
There are people in this thread crying for help. They are looking for advice. Yes, going to see a doctor should be at the top of your list. But let's not pretend the medical system is perfect, or that we all live in San Francisico with a ton of progressively thinking doctors. There's still a stigma with mental health, even in the medical field.
No, they don't. But they are more likely to work than exercise, and they're easier to try than exercise. The problem with recommending exercise is that it's not effective for most people, and can increase feelings of hopelessness and despair in people who try it but who see no effect. This makes it harder for them to seek help from a qualified professional. It also requires considerable effort - 30 minutes of exercise 5 times a week isn't something that most people with a severe depression can do. (And here the recommendation was more than that! 30 minutes a day.)
Here the suggestion was not "try exercise on top of seeing a doctor", the suggestion was "try exercise".
Don't forget that suicide is a leading cause of death (second leading cause of death in US males aged between 13 and 35 http://www.cdc.gov/men/lcod/ ) so there's a risk of real harm here.
If people are going to give unsolicited medical advice to someone with a potentially fatal illness they should probably spend a bit of time to see if there's any evidence to support their advice, or they should make it much clearer that they're sharing their anecdotal experience in an attempt to empathise.
Every single time depression is mentioned on HN someone will say "try exercise".
It's a meme that needs to end because it's potentially harmful, mostly not helpful, and it can feel really dismissive to people with depression.
Unless you have some weird heart condition, or are attached to an IV pole, or are not subject to the laws of gravity and therefore are in danger of floating off into space should you leave your apartment, exercise will probably not hurt you, and may possibly create a positive change in your circumstances, whatever they happen to be[1].
[1] I trust the majority of HN readers to figure out when disclaimers apply.
No, it isn't, but people really, really like to think that it is [1]. Like most other interventions worth talking about, there are situations it improves, situations where it doesn't change much, and situations it worsens (those "consult your physician before starting an exercise program" disclaimers aren't just for show).
[1] http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/neuroskeptic/2010/11/30/ex...
The best advice and only one worth giving is to please seek professional help if you think (or know) you have depression.
It didn't help. For me. I still wanted to kill myself, and all the while I went to the gym I felt it was pointless.
Again, that's an anecdote of one. The cause of my depression and someone else's, and the effective treatment, are potentially very different.
Great if exercise helps a particular depression. But if it doesn't, the that person is fit and depressed.
A mental health professional is the best bet.
I went on a fitness binge a bit back. These days I can run a 10k in 45 minutes pretty easily, hit very good lifts for my weight class, and eat salads basically every single meal.
After work and after the gym, all I want to do is drink or anything similar to get rid of all the thoughts in my head about how pointless it all is. Why the hell do I care if I can do all that crap.
I feel like how others do. I work 60-70 hours a week because work is the only thing that keeps me away from more depressive thoughts. I don't enjoy doing anything. I've tried going on vacations, hiking, all the things people say young people should do.
All it ever does is make me more depressed that I don't enjoy these things at all, especially since I'm in my early 20s. I've tried doing hacking with Arduino and Raspberry Pi's because I'm supopsed to enjoy that, but no matter what, I don't care because it all seems like junk. I don't care about that shit at all.
I sold a majority of my stuff, and the majority of my possessions fits into a single SUV. No permanent furniture, nothing that costs more than a grand.
Owning stuff brings me no joy, so why even bother having it around.
What helped me was talk therapy, medication (the biggest factor), and having really supportive friends.
For sure friends are best. But if someone vents online, how are we to know whether this person will go elsewhere or not for support? I'm not offering to take the place of a professional but I wonder if it really hurts to converse with a depressed person online by asking questions. Silence certainly isn't helpful. And if everyone just says, seek professional help, is that really empathetic? Sounds a bit robotic to me.
Not really. It's really easy to find out how, for example, cognitive behavioural therapy works, and it's not about asking
Counselling is just talking (or perhaps "active listening") but the evidence shows that counselling is pretty terrible as a treatment for depression.
I think we'd be a better society if this form of treatment were prescribed more often.
[1] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mindfulness-based_cognitive_...
I'm terrible with people in general. I'm generally a huge bummer to be around and people don't really interest me too much.
Sports are boring as hell to me. I used to play tons of soccer, but I don't quite enjoy it all that often. Tried hiking and mountain climbing and never really enjoyed it. Even after dozen hour hikes, mostly just got a dull sense of meh.
I get that you don't like being around people yourself. But I know there are some who'd enjoy your company despite your own feeling. I don't have a magic solution for how to find such friends.
My only other suggestion, aside from speaking to a therapist, would be trying meditation. Taking a few deep breaths in a quiet space, sitting in a relaxed but upright position, and trying hard to think about nothing, or only your breath, for 20 minutes, can do wonders. It is harder than it sounds and can open your mind to a lot of possibilities that previously seemed impossible. I recommend the book Mindfulness in Plain English if you're interested to learn more. It's free and available online. You're as valuable as any other person on this planet. We're all equals. Once you believe that, you can do anything you set your mind to.
Kudos on being able to accomplish all the fitness goals under the circumstances, fwiw.
I was mildly depressed for a while and even things that previously gave me great joy, like music and hanging out with close friends, lost their charm. I believe the technical term for this is ahedonia. Luckily I got better and the joy came back.
So perhaps you do enjoy some of the things you've tried, your just not in a physical state to feel it at the moment.
For me, with treatment, I've gained back the capacity to enjoy life. I've gained myself back. It's not happy pills and shining eyes, it's just me, still with my individual qualities and quirks, who's been in there all these decades.
I hope you get help. It's hard to think that help is worthwhile, when everything else seems pointless. But it's worth talking to your doctor or other professional, and it's worth continuing to try if the first methods don't work. You are in there somewhere.
Here's why I think suggesting exercise as a treatment for depression is a bad idea - it might not work. https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=11368202
If someone can't go to a doctor that's something that needs to be fixed, and if they can't go to a doctor they're unlikely to be able to get the 5 * 30 minutes per week vigorous exercise.
EDIT: I mean, it's an anecdote. "Exercise worked for me". The trouble is I can find you plenty of people (and I speak to them in mental health hospitals and community settings) who've tried exercise, and it didn't do anything and they felt worse because it didn't do anything.
It is really important for people taking mental health meds to get more exercise, but that's not because of the possible treatment effects of exercise, but to try to mitigate some of the side effects most meds have, and to try to build resilience for the future.
If the methods you suggest don't actually help, it risks making the depression worse, because it matches the pattern of "Why try anything? Nothing works.".
That seems like a better outcome all around than not knowing what to try. At least you know you have some options. For some people, it might help - at least enough to get them to the next step.
The best first advice is to get professional help. That doesn't mean "get drugs," it means start the evaluation process, which may or may not include drugs, therapy, exercise, whatever.
Go ahead and recommend exercise or herbal remedies or whatever, but I believe one should strongly direct a sufferer to professional help first. The closer and more credible to a person you are, that may be more like telling them to go, or even bringing them there.
Everyone's depression is unique to them. Sure the causes and treatment may be common with other people, but what works for one, or doesn't, is not necessarily the same for another.
Treatment for depression needs to be directed by a doctor or other trained professional.
I don't think that's what the post I responded to was saying. I think the post I was responding to was recommending exercise as a treatment for exercise, not recommending just getting out of the house as a first step to seeing a professional.
> Of course, suggest getting professional help first.
the post I responded to did not do that.
You've described how hard it is sometimes to leave the house. Do you think it's realistic to expect a person in that situation to start doing 5 sessions per week, 30 minutes per session, of vigorous exercise?
Depression can be deadly but it isn't the same as cancer. Good friends and family support and understanding don't make cancer any better. They may not always help with depression either but it is possible.
So, there is no problem calling for people to propose professional help first. But in a thread where that is mentioned a hundred times, to demand that every commenter preface their feedback with this line seems so pedantic to me.
"You need to do X."
Suffer from a chronic illness and you'll get all sorts of unsolicited comments from strangers to give up or get more Y. While perhaps we'll meaning these comments are grating, overly simplistic, and unhelpful - most people have tried everything under sun and more. Their medical issues aren't as simple as you make them out to be.
Exercise is probably helpful for someone moderately depressed or just feeling a little down. Probably not very helpful for the seriously depressed. I know it was unhelpful and somewhat harmful for my [very serious] depression.
For me, weed works very well, I feel more energetic and happy as long as I can get my daily dose.
In the eyes of society I'm a criminal though... and that is something that makes me depressed. Quite a dilemma.