I have suffered with bouts of depression and anxiety ever
since I was a child- I would guess that these fits of sadness began sometime in
grade school. I have always been a highly sensitive person and feel the sadness
of others in a very deep way, often taking it on as a personal burden. At times, these feelings become overwhelming
and I become trapped in a world of deep sadness and anxiety, frightened to even
leave my bed.
I was sixteen when I was placed on antidepressants for the
first time. I remember the feeling of freedom when the Prozac took effect and I
no longer felt the oppression of a constant stream of bleak thoughts that I
felt I had no control over. With this freedom also came numbness, an inability
to truly feel joy, but I was so grateful for the lifted weight that the
numbness seemed a small price to pay.
In the past twenty years I have had three periods in which I
was on antidepressants for a short period of time- the most harrowing time of
which was the extreme postpartum depression I had after the birth of my second
child. I consider myself lucky to not
have to be constantly dependent on medication, but struggle with asking for
help when I know that I am in another bout of depression.
Early this year I took the last Lexapro in the bottle and
realized that I was out of refills. With a start I realized that I had been on
Lexapro for two years- a much longer period of time than I was comfortable
with. I had asked the doctor for a prescription when I realized that the latest
bout of depression was out of control and I was having trouble sleeping, eating
and going about my day-to-day life. However, I had never meant for the
antidepressants to be a long-term solution. I knew that it was time to come off
of them and learn to manage my life again.
I admit that it is terrifying to live again without
antidepressants, when they have helped to manage my emotions for such a long
time. I fear the terrible sadness but fear the unreasonable anxiety even more.
When my anxiety is at its worst, I cannot sleep and am frightened and jumpy at
all times. It can be a living hell.
In the first months without the medication, I am always
surprised at the myriad of emotions I experience. I do notice more sadness and
anxiety when I am medication-free but I also notice more joy and energy.
Anti-depressants leave me feeling a heavy, measured slowness and without that
feeling I feel more alive than ever. If I manage my self-care, the days of
depression are few and far between.
I find that life comes at me in stops and starts- days of
joy punctuated with days of sadness that only envelope me for a short time
before releasing me from their sticky grip back into the arms of happiness.
When the days of depression are few, I can sink into the feelings and release
them when I am though, even finding worth in the days of sadness as my creative
soul tends to come alive and I bleed ink onto the page without any laboring. I dance with the grief and sadness as easily I
spin in the arms of joy, the contrast of the two reminding me that every
feeling has a purpose.
For today, I will slow dance with life without medication
streaming through my veins. I will find the worth in the good days and the bad
and care for myself in the same loving way as I care for my beloved children.
However, if there comes a day in which it is, again, time to ask unabashedly
for help and an antidepressant prescription to manage the darkness, I will do
so unashamed.
This life is a blessing
and a curse and some days we all need a little help towards the light.