Getting Well From Depression
and Manic Depression
Getting well is a process that
began for me a long time ago. I never expect to finish. Given different
responses from responsible adults and health care professionals in my life, my
journey might have been very different. In this article, I want to share what
did happen and how I actually am getting well. At the conclusion of the
article, I will share some perspectives on how I think my life could have been
different (and a lot of pain averted) and how
symptoms of
depression and manic
depression might be more appropriately dealt with to keep us from becoming
"chronic mental patients". ( I feel that
psychiatric disorders, as with all disorders, have a
physiological and a psychological component. Response to particular treatment,
management and self help scenarios varies with each individual. There is no one
answer for everyone. We have to each search out the right path for ourselves.)
When did my mood instability start? I think it
began when I first felt that I was different from other kids in school. I
didn't know what was different about me, but I knew something was different.
Was it because my friend was hit by a car and killed when I was walking home
from school when I was five years old? Was it because my
mother was in a mental hospital?
Was it because I never felt wanted, affirmed or loved? Was it because there
were two older male relatives who harassed me and molested me for many years?
Was it because a caretaker kept telling me all the things that were wrong with
me? As I look back at pictures of me when I was a little girl, it is clear that
I looked like any other kid. What was it in my mind that made me
different?
Sometimes I gave in to the despair and spent as
much time as I could, alone in my room, crying uncontrollably. At other times I
responded to the bleak circumstances of my life by being a "too bright and
cheery" overachiever. There never seemed to be any middle ground.
Even back then, as a child and as a teen-ager,
I was looking for answers-ways to feel better. I became an avid reader of self
help magazine articles and books. I tried diet and exercise. I constantly tried
to achieve an elusive perfection. Nothing helped much.
But I got by. When I finished school, I did all
the things women were supposed to do in those days. Go to college, get married
and have a family. Sometimes everything seemed so hard. Other times, everything
seemed so easy. Was everyone's life like this? Trying to keep going or going
too fast.
Then there came a time when the depression got
too deep. I couldn't get out of bed, much less take care of my five children
and administer the small private school I started when I was feeling
"up". I went to see a psychiatrist. He listened to my story and said
there was no question about it. I was
manic depressive like my mother. He said lithium three
times a day would take care of the whole problem. What an easy answer! I was
thrilled.
For ten years, I took my lithium and continued
to do everything I could to improve myself. My life continued to be very
chaotic. But my ups weren't so up, and my downs weren't so down.
Then I was overtaken with a dangerous episode
of lithium toxicity. Why hadn't anyone ever told me that if you keep taking
your lithium when you are dehydrated from a stomach bug, you can get
lithium toxicity? Come to think of it, I knew very little
about this substance I was so religiously putting in my mouth. Although I was
doing everything in my power to keep myself well, I still felt that the
ultimate responsibility for my well-being was in the hands of my psychiatrist.
I was totally trusting that he was making the right decisions in my
behalf.
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