"I don't believe in depression, it's all in your mind!!"
Even in the bad place that I was when I was told this, it did make me smile, then it made me angry and then because I was angry I cried! All in the space of a couple of minutes, and that is the roller coaster ride of depression!!
My first bout of depression started after the birth of my first child in Nov 1991, but was not spotted until I was 5 months pregnant with my second child, middle of 1993. I had a new health visitor, Jan, and she was worried about me, but it was decided to wait 'til after my son was born to do anything. Sadly, I was still too scared to ask for help then, because I thought they would take my children away from me and think I was a bad mum, because that's what I thought.
I'm not sure how I got through that time really, but I did, just about. I was lucky, I had good family support and a brilliant husband who, although he didn't understand, was very supportive. I did eventually go to the doctors and was put on Fluxoteine, which did help a bit. Unfortunately 1995 was not a great year, in the space of a month my parents split, rather acrimoniously, and then my Nana and Grandad Bert died within 2 days of each other. This was closely followed by me asking my husband to leave our home because, irrationally, I blamed him for all our problems!! These were dark days for me, I had no support, as those I had depended on had either gone or had their own problems to deal with. I felt so lonely and lost, and 1 night found myself, after a bad argument with my mum, contemplating ending it all. I had 2 beautiful little boys upstairs in bed, but all i could think was that i was an awful mum and that they would be better of without me. I couldn't talk to my mum,my Nana was gone and I sat there in the dark with alcohol and pills...that night a stranger saved my life... a man I have never met, he was the one who answered the call I made to the Samaritans. I can't remember why I decided to call them, but I'm glad I did. He let me talk, without judgement, for 11/2 hours. He never interrupted me, never judged, just listened and at the end of the call had me promising to go see my doctor and ask for more help - which I did the next morning and my doctor adjusted my medication and my health visitor called once a week to check on me as well. I really believe just talking helped in that instance as it was me that talked myself out of doing what I had planned.
Things improved from then on, in the sense that I started to recognise the signs and symptoms of depression and learnt to ask for help before things got too bad.
My latest bout of depression has been going on a while and I have recently had my medication upped as I didn't seem to be getting any better. I believe I am on the up at the moment but, here's the thing, even on the good days I am frightened, frightened that I will wake up the next morning and it will be a bad day, because they do still happen. Days when all I feel I want to do is hide under the duvet away from everything and everyone, when I've had a lousy nights sleep because my brain won't stop churning over everything in my head or I have horrible dreams that has or will happen to someone I love. I wake up with this feeling in the pit of my stomach, a feeling of dread and it makes me feel sick! Those days still happen( today is one), more often than I would like, and they come without warning, but they are not everyday at the moment, and that, to me, is a positive as they used to be.
I don't think I will ever be rid of this beast of depression, it's always lurking, but the trick is to enjoy the good days. I'm trying not to think of the bad days, they do happen, but there are more happy days and for the moment that will do....
Now I'm off for a brisk walk to clear my head of all my problems!! JUST KIDDING!!
Julie






