Seeing as how us Dopers are a crazy lot, I’ve seen a lot of threads on mental illness. Specifically, I’ve seen people ask what it is like to live with a mental illness. Since I’ve been struggling a lot, and it helps to talk about it, I’ll offer myself up to answer some questions.
Let’s start with some history. Depression runs in my family. I’ve dealt with these feelings for as long as I can remember, although things seem to be getting more intense. I have not been diagnosed (well, I’ve been diagnosed as depressed after a two minute doctor’s visit) but it’s pretty glaringly obvious. I fit the DSM-III criteria perfectly. I sought treatment once, which led to a prescription of Celexa, which I did not take because the side effects were severely affecting my performance in school. I recieved extremely poor psychiatric help from my school, and pretty much gave up on getting help from there. Right now I don’t have health insurance or money to pay for help, so I’m trying to battle this on my own.
What is it like? Mostly like I’m on drugs, all the time. I’m either in complete ecstatic bliss, or I’m hiding in bed with the covers over my head. I’m rarely “clear headed” and not consumed by some random emotion. My mood cycle pretty rapidly, and I can go from one end to the other in a day- although it seems like I hit highs twice a month or so and fill in the rest with lows and a few days of transition.
The good times are amazing. It’s a true euphoria. I feel like I can feel the very atoms of the universe buzzing with energy. Every song on the radio is mysteriously my new favorite song (I can’t tell you how confusing it is to think “Wow, this is the most perfect song ever! How could I not have noticed before”, only to do it again when the next song comes on). I can rearrange the furniture, paint, call old friends, walk a few miles, dye my hair and sew a new dress in the course of a day. Sometimes it goes a bit too far and I get nervous and irritable. In general I’m pretty tense- it’s really the only way I can work. I do lots of pacing, and stuff. If it’s really bad, I go on sensory overload and everything gets to bright and loud- migraine style, which sucks. But mostly my highs are nearly orgasmically pleasent euphoria.
The lows are just like anyone’s lows. Ceaseless crying- sometimes for days on end. I’ll wake up crying and cry right through my day- bus rides, classes, errands and all. I’ve even figured out how to cry in my sleep. Lots of hiding in bed not answering the phone. A complete lack of motivation- especially if it is something that will help me. And an amazing ability to see everything in the most negative night possible. I feel a lot of hollow despair. The kind of feeling you get when somebody you love dies.
And here comes the fun part. I’ve been keeping an online journal for the last couple months, partly to keep up my writing skills (which I’d love feedback on- please!) and partly to record how I’ve been feeling. I like to think it’s a good read and gives good first person insight into this disorder, so please check it out. Here it is…
Ask away.