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Long time no writing from me – sorry! Anyway, I wanted to write a little about something that has affected me for as long as I can remember – basically as long as I’ve been depressed, which is as far back as I can recall, and that’s food addiction.

It manifests itself in me feeling desperate to eat food at times when I feel trapped, stressed, bored, ugly, lonely or sad.

I am only really beginning to start analysing myself and how I deal with my problem. I’ve gone through one major hurdle in that now I find myself knowing, as I eat, that I am doing this for a reason – to help me cope with the feelings – and I acknowledge that I am hurting myself by doing it, but also in the short term that I am helping myself and that it is a less damaging way, perhaps, to deal with feelings than some others.

Despite this, however, it makes me unhappy; I’ve always felt too big for my natural body, as if I’m wearing a fat suit made of my anxiety and addiction all the time. I know I need to start taking time out to deal with issues whenever I feel desperate for food. I know I need to start planning my weekly diet a bit better so I’ve got fruit and veg to plough through if it gets bad, as at least that will be nourishing for me as opposed to damaging.

I want to start writing about my addiction, because I find examining it through putting it down in words helps to break up the opacity of it – a lot of the time I feel as if I’m lost whenever I do it – as if I can’t pinpoint what it is that’s making me so upset.  Sometimes low levels of stress causes me to just casually overeat. Sometimes high levels of stress causes me to properly binge. But I would say I overeat most days of the week, some more than others.

It’s not going to be an easy thing to examine, but I feel that I want to start talking about it more. Any other women out there with a similar issue? Write to me in the comments!

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Photo by Mr La Rue

Photo by Mr La Rue

So, after nearly three years I am currently coming off my anti-depressants. I was on 20mg a day of Citalopram and lucky that I had no noticeable side effects.

Using anti-depressants is a very personal choice and it turned out to be the right one for me. However, it wasn’t an easy to start using them as it meant finally admitting that I was depressed and that I couldn’t cope.  I went through a phase of bursting into tears several times a day, including at work and this is why I chose pills. I needed to stabilise myself so that I could start dealing with my depression and work out what other help I needed.

I been to three different counsellors alongside using the anti-depressants, the most successful counselling treatment being the cognitive behavioural therapy I received in early 2008. The general advice from GPs about coming off anti-depressants seems to be that you should only come off them once you’ve felt okay for 6 months and then to cut down to a pill every other day, then one every two days etc.

I had 3 weeks off work before Xmas with my ME/CFS and IBS which was frustrating, but didn’t put me into a bad place mentally so I decided I was ready to start cutting down the pills. I’ve been cutting them down for the last month or so and I’m currently taking one pill every three days, so another couple of weeks and I’ll stop altogether.

The hardest part of coming off the anti-depressants is trying to decide what is “normal” for me. Before my depression I would very rarely get upset or cry because I tended to push all my feelings deep down inside. Now I’m double-guessing myself and thinking “am I upset because I’m coming off the pills?” The answer seems to be no, mainly when I’ve got upset the last few months it’s been about things that most people would find upsetting, and I generally deal with them sensibly and quickly. So, I still need to work on accepting and recognising my feelings and then working through them but overall I’m very happy with my progress and that I’m doing the right thing for me.

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I heard a few snippets this week on the BBC news along the lines of

Put away the tranquilisers. Sushi, chocolate and a new haircut could help beat depression, a new book suggests.

The overall impression I received from this was that it was advocating the ‘buck up, go out and sort yourself out’ attitude that can be very damaging to people with mental health problems. It also implies that it is aimed at women with anxiety and depression, as I can’t see many people suggesting to men that they eat sushi, chocolate and get a haircut to deal with stress.

I decided to seek out the details about the news on the BBC website and found a short interview with Professor Jane Plant, author of Beating Stress, Anxiety and Depression, and Jane Harris, of mental health charity Rethink.

Luckily, my first impressions were wrong as they seem to be advocating that people with mild to moderate depression may find a range of diet and lifestyle changes helpful. That these options should be considered before anti-depressants are prescribed, and that more non-drug psychological treatments should be available for mental health. They also mentioned that only 6% of health research funding goes towards mental health research, even though the NHS spends approx £300 million a year on drug therapies.

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Got in from work this afternoon to hear the tail end of Sunbathing in the Rain on Radio 4 (which I leave on in the mornings for the dog!).

From the BBC website:

Sunbathing in the Rain: Gwyneth Lewis’s adaptation of her book, a down-to-earth, courageous and entertaining chronicle of her own experience of a severe episode of depression, how she struggled to find ways of coping and ultimately survive.

 

 

Listen again link should work for seven days:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/arts/afternoon_play.shtml

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One of the few things tht I still found some enjoyment in when off work with depression and ME/Chronic Fatigue was music. Having a good, friendly local music venue meant I still managed the odd night out to listen to folk, irish or acoustic performers in a laid-back atmosphere.

When at home I could lie back and relax to celtic, new age or relaxation type sounds on at a low level, especially on those days where I couldn’t concentrate on reading or watching TV.

The other type of music I turned to were songs that inspired me with their lyrics, either to grasp a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel or to physically get me moving.

One of my top songs for this is I should Get Up by Teddy Thompson, who I’m guessing has suffered from depression himself:

Depression looms
I’m such a miserable fool
I stay in bed
I don’t wanna got to school
But I see the sun
is beating down
No excuses from the clouds

I should get up
I should get out
I’m sure there’s something
I can’t do without
I should get up
I should get up
I should get up

I’ve heard it said
that life will pass you by
Live underground pretty soon that’s where you lie
But I feel so warm in my room
I’m safe and sound
inside my tomb

I should get up
I should get out
I’m sure there’s something
I can’t do without
I should get up
I should get up
I should get up

The world goes on without me
I know it
I know it
No one misses
the quiet kid
And there are things
I may have missed
But living ignorance is bliss
I’m so wrapped up in myself
I got no time for
Everyone else

I should get up
I should get out
I’m sure there’s something
I can’t do without
I should get up
I should get up
I should get up
I should go out
I’m sure there’s something
I can’t do without
I should get up
I should get up
I should get up

Has any music inpired or motivated you?

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I’ve been on Prozac for three weeks now, so I thought I’d report back on its effects, and also offer a bit of a forum:

Comment, if you want to, sharing what medication you’re currently on, or have been on, (doesn’t have to be anti-depressants) and the effects it’s having/had on your life and mood.

Basically, I don’t think people talk about this enough! So, yes, Prozac has been… great. Unexpectedly so. The awful recurring thoughts of badness have pretty much disappeared, and when they come are much MUCH less persistent and less potent. I’ve also generally been feeling pretty ok a lot more of the time – actually contented.

So far, side effects have been minimal, although I am feeling tired in the afternoons more. At the moment that’s ok – I can either have a caffeine overload on the days I’m at work, or have a nap (yay for being a student…), but that’s not really going to be possible when I’m (hopefully) working full time in about 2 months. Apparently Prozac side effects do decrease with time as your body gets used to it, so I’m well willing to give mine the next two months to find out, but if it doesn’t get any better I know I’ll have to make some hard choices.

It’s made me think about quite a few different things, too. I had a brief email conversation with Dr Ben Goldacre (of Guardian Bad Science column fame) about SSRIs, of which Prozac is one, which have been in the news recently. Studies have shown that for people with mild to moderate depression (I would class mine as moderate, as it’s not totally debilitating, but without drugs I am depressed, anxious and suffer upsetting thoughts every day for significant amounts of time) SSRIs were about as effective as placebos.

Obviously, this was shocking news for a lot of people, and various people on here talked about it. To put a different perspective on the issue, a friend of mine who is a psychology student at Sussex University rubbished the revelations, saying they’d only looked at surveys of patients up to one month after they started taking the drug, and that it normally takes longer than that for some people to feel the benefits.

Which, of course, led me to wonder – is Prozac having a real effect on me, or is it a placebo, and I’m effecting the change on myself? I suppose it’s unknowable. Medication for depression is often likened to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, so delicate is the brain’s internal chemistry and so primitive is our knowledge of it. Yet I do feel better, even though I’m consciously aware of the findings of that study, so I think that’s really the only important thing to consider.

The other thing I’ve been struggling with is my personal history. I’ve been on anti-depressants before, during 2003-2004, in my first few terms at university. At the time, I made lots of new friends and was feeling happy and confident in my life. I remember that time as beautiful – full of drunken nights out, laughing endlessly with new mates and being amazingly, intellectually challenged. Up until now I’ve always thought of that time as a result of the circumstances of my life, not the citalopram, then escitalopram that I was on. But I’m being forced to reconsider, now, with the clear, obvious effects Prozac has had on me. It’s patent that my cynicism was, in some ways, unfounded, and that much of my general enjoyment of that time where I felt unanxious, free, fun loving and happy was down to the drugs. I’m not discounting the experience as helping – I’m sure being at uni for the first time had a big effect on my mood. But I’m also fairly certain the drugs had a big effect too.

I’ve recently started to realise, too, that I’ve been depressed, anxious and prone to upsetting thoughts for most of my life. I remember having them, and compulsively overeating, as young as five or six. They’ve never really stopped, or gone away, but have just been influenced by different things, such as grief or love. As such, I’m starting to wonder how long I will need to be on medication. For the rest of my life, perhaps? I’m still reeling from how much Prozac has helped me in what is really a very short time, and wondering how this year, last year, all the other years of upset and sadness and anxiety would have been different if I’d just been put on it sooner. I guess it’s unknowable, too.

Conclusions from all this soul searching aren’t easy to come by, except that I’m going to be far more tolerant of side effects this time. The escitalopram and citalopram I was on before made me drowsy every afternoon, so I was napping a lot and ending up sleeping for twelve to thirteen hours every day. At the time, unsure as to whether the drugs were really having any effect, I gave them up, reasoning that I needed to be awake more of the time so I could work better on my essays and reading. I spent my second year in a haze of extreme anxiety, deep depression and self harmed a lot. I also often got work in late and didn’t read enough, which, I am sure, contributed hugely to me getting a 2:1 instead of a 1st. I don’t want something like that to happen to me again, so I’m going to stick with these a bit longer, and see how it goes. I’ll report back, anyway.

So, what are your experiences?

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One of the things I’ve struggled with over the last few years is how my mental health has affected my career and vice versa. A large part of my identity has always been entwined with what I do and how well I do it, and it all started to unravel when I found myself deeply unhappy at work.

Obviously, the first thing I thought about was changing my job, but I wanted to stay in academic librarianship and there were very few positions available at the pay rate I was receiving. I did get interviews for all suitable vacancies in the vicinity, but didn’t get any of the jobs. This happened over the course of several months and I was gradually having more time off due to stress related illnesses such as IBS and asthma. Things spiralled downwards until I was routinely bursting into tears at home (though I did my best to hid tears and distress at work…), and feeling out of control. Ending in being off sick for several months.

Since I was a teenager I’ve always wanted to live by some “feminist ideals”- I wanted to go to Uni, get a well paid job, support myself financially, get my own place etc. I didn’t want to get married or be dependant on a man (though I always envisioned having a male partner). I managed all that, so it came as a shock when I realised I had depression. I shouldn’t be depressed! I was living by my ideals and hadn’t had any major upsets in my life.

However, through counselling and therapy I’ve realised I wasn’t just living my ideals, I was trying to be ideal… I put a lot of energy and care into trying to be very good at everything, and didn’t like to ask for help.

It all came back to that common cause of distorted thinking: Perfectionism.

Perfectionist Thinking

Having to re-evaluate my life due to my ill health (mental & physical) has made me come to the somewhat painful realisation that I am not what I do. Therefore, my job can be just a job and I can be good at it without it being the major focus of my life. It doesn’t matter if the house is a mess, or what wage I’m earning (as long as we have enough to live on) or whether I’m the perfect friend. I can be me, with all my imperfections and the people who matter will still love me.

Now I just have to figure out how to be just me!

 

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Shatterbox’s post about welfare services & meetings inspired me to write a bit about the numerous types of meetings I’ve had about my health in the last few years.

I’ve had to have meetings with GPs, Counsellors, CBT Therapists, Occupational Health Services, Line Managers, Section Managers, and Personnel Services. The anticipation of such meetings can make you feel a bit like this:

 Mad Dog

 Here are some of the ways I prepare myself for these meetings:

  • Take in Written Notes

This may sound like overkill, but during the worst patches of my depression I would be in tears within seconds of trying to talk about my health, and the written notes allowed me to get my points across even when I was too distressed to speak. They also mean I don’t forget any important points or issues, and can steer discussions back to the areas I want to talk about. My current therapist actually found it pretty useful as it meant she had my case history in my words to refer to.

  • Take Someone With You

I found it very helpful to have my boyfriend with me when I went to see my GP about anti-depressants, as I was still coming to terms with being diagnosed with depression, and it meant my boyfriend understood the situation as well. I have found it even more important to have support in my meetings at work with managers, personnel and occupational health. At one point I was having meetings with three senior managers and a rep from personnel at the same time! Four to one in a meeting does NOT help when you’re already feeling very vulnerable. I got my trade union involved and have a union case worker who attends meetings with me, which has been tremendously useful. Just knowing someone else is there with my interests in mind makes it easier to cope. If you’re not in a union then you could ask about taking a colleague with you to meetings instead.

  • Talk It Over Beforehand

I also found it good to talk over the issues that were likely to come up beforehand with someone sympathetic. One of my counsellors helped me prepare for meetings about returning to work after a three month absence by discussing what might be a sensible return to work schedule and if there were any duties that would need to be monitored etc. At other times I’ve talked to family, friends and colleagues, depending on who would know the most about the particular situation. It helps me work out what I want to say and what I might want to put in writing.

  • Avoid Worst Case Scenario Thinking

This one is very hard to do, especially if you’ve already had a bad experience with the people you’re meeting, and it’s only now that I’m in CBT that I’m beginning to get the hang of it myself. I have a tendency to dwell on whether I’ll get upset, whether they’ll listen to me, whether I’m failing to meet certain standards or expectations… all classic anxious/depressive thought patterns. When I catch myself thinking like this I have to challenge those thoughts – have all my meetings gone badly? No. Have I always got upset? No. Have I usually managed to get my points across due to my preparations? Yes.

Some appointments go well and some don’t, but they’re hoops I need to jump through so I might as well prepare for them.

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Darkness Falls

As an introduction to some of my own experiences with mental health problems in the past I thought I’d share with you some autobiographical writing that I did in early 2006, when I ended up being off work for 3 months with depression.In the future I would like to share some of my experiences with occupational health services, counselling, cognitive behavioural therapy and chronic fatigue syndrome. I hope you find something in this post and others that you can relate to.

Tears keep flowing and the pressure builds up behind my eyes making me want to scream, to do something to stop feeling like this. Little choking sobs rock me as I try to stop crying. I want them to be louder so that someone will come and comfort me, but I also don’t want to be seen like this, as a mess, and a failure. This wasn’t me; I don’t just randomly burst into tears and lie curled in a ball on my bed, but for something I’d been trying to avoid thinking about or denying, it sure was happening a lot.

I’m crying again, but this time it’s in the Doctors and now I have a label for the way I’m feeling, depression. I shouldn’t be depressed. What had I got to be depressed about? I have a loving partner and family, a house, a secure job, plenty of food on the table, far too many DVDs on the shelves and lots to look forward to. Okay, so we have a few debts, but nothing we can’t manage, and I haven’t lost anyone close to me or suffered any kind of trauma. I have no right to be depressed.

Surely I could just pull myself together and carry on regardless. My counsellor has pointed out I’ve been doing that for months. Despite being diagnosed with stress over six months ago I put on such a good show to the outside world that people think I’m still coping. I force myself into work and my colleagues comment I’m a bit more withdrawn than usual, but they don’t see the shear exhaustion I feel at home.

I walk into the kitchen and the piles of washing up stare back at me. Another example of the failure I have become, I can’t even keep the house clean. I could wash the dirty dishes, clean away the feeling of hopelessness but my legs feel like lead, my whole body weighs me down and the task seems monumental. I’d have to sort the plates into piles, run the water, put the washing up liquid in, scrub each item, especially all those fiddly bits of cutlery, then rinse items, dry them, put them away and wipe down the surfaces. Too much to handle, it’s far easier to just sit back down on the sofa and flick over to the Hallmark channel.

At the office I stare at my computer and slowly work through my emails. Once I’ve read them all I start at the beginning again trying to decide which to reply to first, but there’s so many to choose from. Perhaps I could do something else first? I can hear my colleagues talking, well not talking exactly more like moaning. That’s all we do nowadays. Every time you bump into someone or visit another office you hear all the latest problems and whinges, most of them are justified and that just makes it worse. I hear the hollow laughter in my throat as another person jokes about bumping off the boss and the cynicism in my voice as I shoot down another idea. At meetings, along with everyone else, I bow my head and avoid eye contact whenever a volunteer is asked for. The strained silence grates on my nerves and I find myself offering to be in charge of another project, to make people do things they’re not happy with, that I’m not happy with. Now I’m a failure and a hypocrite.

It’s got too much and I smile with relief as the Doctor signs me off for several weeks. Scrubbing plates with a sense of satisfaction I finally realise that I can’t change the way things are at work, but I can change me. I don’t have to be a victim or a hypocrite any more, how I react to circumstances is my choice. Easy to say, more difficult to do but I want my life back now, I’m fairly fed-up with the wan looking, fearful me, who’s stomach is always in knots.

The anti-depressants have kicked in, the tears come less often and I see a light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully it will become bigger and brighter as I move toward it, even if the tunnel stretches into the distance…

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Do you suffer from depression? How would you decribe it to the people? Let us know about your experiences.

 Girlycomic

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