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Depression
is Depression
is when you can't sleep and you get so bored
looking at your roof, that you spend weeks
nights contemplating what to do with it only to
find that you wouldn't have enough determination
to do it.
depression isn't always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide
is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many
others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i
shouldn't do.
depression is that voice in the back of your
head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight,
not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a
few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the
dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have
the best things in the world.
depression isn't just having too little, it's
having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his
girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces
of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the
same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has
turned it's back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you
go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not
to at the same time.
depression isn't contemplating suicide, but
wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is
the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you
can't remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite
subject.
depression is hating yourself because your
parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it's
face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you
wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live
another day.
depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you'll
always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but
once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these,
plus, depression is when you have had it so long
that you are scared of who you will be when and
if you get better. you wonder if you could
survive happy and if the happiness would eat
you.
now ask yourself.. do you have depression?
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MAXIMUM STRESS
CHAPTER 10 |
I
want to begin this chapter with a story. And I want to end it
with a story. In between, I want to
share with you a few things about stress. I know that stress is
so much written and talked about
these days that the subject has become stressful itself. But I
hope that if you have been
experiencing a lot of whatever stress is lately (and this
experience has led to thoughts of suicide),
then maybe you will find something of value in the next few
pages.
Amy was twenty-one and beautiful. She had married her high
school sweetheart one year ago.
Her husband, an engineer, had taken a job in the city where I
work, a job that required Amy to
move from her home in Utah. The move had been difficult and Amy
had to leave many
important things behind -her apartment, her job, her best
girlfriend, her mother, her home town.
Shortly after the move, Amy learned she was pregnant. She was
happy, her husband was not.
Chuck did not want children just now and was angry with Amy for
not preventing the pregnancy.
They had assumed a big mortgage on their new home and he did not
feel they could afford to
start a family. Chuck began to stay out late and Amy suspected
he was having an affair. He
refused to see a marriage counselor when Amy suggested they
needed to.
Sensing she must begin to take care of herself, Amy started
looking for work. Confused and
distracted by what was happening in her marriage, she was
driving to a job interview when she
ran a red light. Her car was struck broadside and Amy suffered a
broken collarbone and a painful
neck injury. The baby was fine, but she would have to be very
careful during the rest of her
pregnancy. It was then her sister called to say their mother had
not been feeling well. The
diagnosis, confirmed a week later, was terminal cancer.
When Amy broke the news of her mother's illness and that she
wanted to return to Utah to be
with her, Chuck said, "Fine. You can stay there. I want a
divorce, anyway."
Alone, desperate, depressed, in physical pain, and pregnant, Amy
slashed her wrists. It was then
that she came to see me.
I won't detail how Amy finally worked things out, but she did
and she survived. Amy had always
been a strong person and, once the storm had passed and the hard
decisions had been made, she
was able to right herself and get back on track with her life.
And she is doing very well now.
The point of Amy's story is this: While into every life a little
rain must fall, sometimes you get a
hurricane.
One Way to Think about Stress
As I cannot know what stress you have been under lately, I can
only guess that maybe your story
is similar to Amy's. Or maybe it is worse. Or, maybe, the stress
in your life has not been coming
in large doses, but is rather an ever-present strain that is
slowly grinding you down. I will try to
cover both kinds of stress.
First, there is nothing bad about stress. It is not evil. It is
not toxic. Stress just is. It is everywhere
and none of us escapes it. Without some stress, we could not
achieve our potential. Without
some stress, we would never be challenged to try our best and to
learn of what stuff we are made.
A little stress, the experts say, is good for us.
But there are also times when the stress we are under exceeds
our capacity to manage it. And,
assuming you have been thinking about the suicide decision, I am
going to further assume you
are dealing with what I have chosen to call maximum stress.
Maximum stress is, simply put, that
amount of stress that you (and you alone) feel is intolerable.
When it comes to measuring stress, it doesn't matter one bit
what others think is or is not
stressful. What matters is what you think is stressful. If you
think public speaking is stressful, it
is. If you think taking an exam is stressful, it is. If you
think asking a girl for a date is stressful, it
is. You and only you can define what is stressful, and you do
this by reading what your own
body says, what your stomach says, what your heartbeat says,
what your sweat glands say. The
body cannot but respond to what your mind perceives as stress.
Called the "fight or flight"
response, your autonomic nervous system goes into action when
you are faced with what appears
to you to be dangerous or possibly harmful to you.
Most of us know this kind of body response to acute stress. If
we are smart, we pay attention to
it. We may use it to get "up" for some competition or other
challenge or, if it persists and
interferes with our ability to function, we find ways to avoid
it. We change jobs or relationships
that we feel are unduly stressful. And, sometimes, we avoid
stress we shouldn't. But, in any
event, most of us know the physiological side of stress and know
when our body is ready for
flight or fight.
But not all signs of stress are so obvious to us. Or, as is
often the case, we are unaware of what is
causing stress in our lives. And it is this lack of knowledge
about what is causing us stress that is
the most dangerous to us. Because when we do not know what is
causing us stress, there isn't
much we can do to combat it.
In terms of what I have chosen to call maximum stress and the
kinds of life events that often lead
people to think of suicide, I think it would be helpful to think
of stress as change. (This not a new
way to think about this subject, as stress researchers have been
working on this idea for a couple
of decades.)
Consider for the moment that change, any change, requires us to
adjust to that change. Once
something changes in our lives, we can't go on the way we always
have. Rather, we must make
some kind of adjustment to what is new in our lives. This takes
energy. And, according to the
theory, if we have to adjust to too many changes in too short a
period of time, we may begin to
experience excessive stress.
If you think of life changes as stressful events and accept for
the moment that the effects of stress
can add up, then what will happen to you if you are required to
adjust to a great many changes
over a short period of time? Might you, at some point, reach or
exceed your ability to handle the
accumulated stress? Might you, like Amy, begin to feel
overwhelmed by stress and seek some
way out of what appears to be an impossibly stressful situation?
Here is a brief summary of Amy's changes (both positive and
negative changes) as stress factors:
(1) Marriage.
(2) Move from comfort of own apartment.
(3) Move away from her friends and family and sources of
support.
(4) Loss of her job when she moved.
(5) Assumption of a large debt (the new home).
(6) Learning she was pregnant.
(7) Negative changes in her marriage.
(8) Injured in automobile accident (loss of physical health and
sense of well being).
(9) Anticipated loss of her mother through terminal illness.
(10) Separation and divorce and the associated loss of
self-esteem and sense of self-worth.
No matter how you slice it, Amy was not having a good year. Ten
major changes, ten major
realities to adjust to. It isn't difficult to see that if you
add up all the changes in Amy's life over
the past year that she had, even though she had always been a
strong person, exceeded her
threshold for adaptation to stress - which is why, according to
Amy, she cut herself.
"I couldn't take it anymore;' she said. "It was just too much."
In talking with me, Amy agreed that it would be pretty
impossible to have another year in her life
quite as stressful as the one she had just been through and her
depression made sense in light of
all the stressors. By giving herself the benefit of the long
view of her life instead of a short one,
she was able to see that the odds against of a similar series of
events were nearly impossible.
And so, soon enough, she began to feel her old strength return
and she began to cope for the
better. Her thoughts of suicide diminished quickly. As Amy said
toward the end of our sessions,
"I wouldn't dream of killing myself now."
Amy's life is not so different from the rest of ours. We are,
all of us, bound to have bad years,
years of maximum stress. The trick, as I see it, is to know this
year is coming and to greet it with
a kind of grim determination to make it through. If we can do
this maybe we can, like Amy, be
the stronger for having made it through and, even if we are
broken, our healing will make us
stronger.
Sudden Overloads
I have, pinned on a corkboard over my desk at work, a little
piece of wisdom that came to me
one day when I was dealing with some major changes in my life.
That little wisdom reads: "The
only thing worse than change, is sudden change."
I keep this little note stuck to the message board above my desk
to remind myself that even
though I know I can handle a fair number of changes in my life,
the day may come when things
are happening so fast I'll need to remember this basic rule
about stress. And that rule is this: If
change is stressful, sudden change can be catastrophic.
If you, at this moment, are caught up in sudden and catastrophic
changes in your life, exposed to
major trauma, or experiencing major losses or reversals or
setbacks from which you can
anticipate no relief, then you may be undergoing a sudden
overload of stress. And, if you are,
then maybe it will help to know that certain things are likely
to be going on inside you - things
which, if you understand them, may help you to control, if not
the events themselves, at least
your reaction to them.
First, I think that there are times in our lives when certain
events can throw us into a tailspin.
Sudden changes entirely beyond our span of control sweep over us
like a tornado and there is
nothing, but nothing, we can do to alter their course.
The stock market may crash and, with it, we lose our life
savings. Our employer may go
bankrupt and we are suddenly thrown out of work. Someone we
thought loved us suddenly
announces he or she is leaving us for someone else. Without
warning our lives are turned upside
down and backwards and we are, like a person swept up into the
funnel of a emotional tornado,
sent tumbling, tossed and turned and every which way but loose.
It is, during these sudden overloads of stress, that we begin to
grasp at solutions, at any solution
that will give us some relief from our present circumstances. We
need to regain some sense of
control over what is happening. And it is then that the idea of
suicide seems better than our
present turmoil and sense of despair. Once a massive load of
stress – as it frequently does –
triggers a depressive episode and we begin to experience
symptoms of hopelessness and suicide,
at least we know that though our own death we can at least come
to a final outcome, we can get
control of what is going to happen next.
But I want you to think about something for a moment. What if,
despite how impossible things
may seem right now and how guilty or angry or depressed you may
feel, you are, in fact, not in
control of these events.
What if, instead, certain things are just going to happen and
neither you nor anyone else can do
anything to stop them? What if, rather, you are simply going to
have to ride this one out and let
things happen the way they are going to happen?
The people in Alcoholic's Anonymous have a wonderful prayer that
helps them stay sane and
sober. Called the Serenity Prayer, it reads: "God grant me the
serenity to accept the things I
cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the
wisdom to know the difference."
Of all the phrases by which people live their lives, I can think
of none that contains more good
sense than this one. Because, within it, is the notion that
there are things that happen to us in this
life that, despite however much we would wish them different,
they will not be different. And
that we, if we are to survive, must come to accept those things
as they are and to do so with grace
and dignity.
So, if by chance you are undergoing a sudden overload of stress
and are feeling confused and
disoriented as to your purpose, your values, your beliefs, and
your traditions, then maybe it is
time to stand firm in the eye of the storm and accept that which
you cannot change. From such a
stance, you just may find that which you seek - a sense of
serenity and peace.
Up or Out?
Because of the way the world seems to be going these days, I
want to say a couple of words
about life in these times and the stress with which we must all
learn to cope.
We are, each of us, required to change and adapt constantly.
Some of the futurists say that the
world will continue to change; our values, our ideas, our
technology, where we live, our jobs,
and people we know. Te futurists say these constant changes will
take place rapidly, more
rapidly than ever before in the history of the world. What is
steady and sure and right side up
today, will be shaky and upside down tomorrow. And while we may
not like this constant
change, this underlying sense of insecurity, it isn't like there
is much any of us can do about it.
You can't stop the future, and you can't stop change.
So what must we do? My own personal feeling is that since we
cannot greatly reduce many of
the sources of stress and the requirements for change made of
us, we must, then, come to a
different and more healthy perspective on what it means to live
in these times. We must, by
thinking differently about our lives, come to know that we will
all undergo changes; little
changes, big changes, constant changes. And we must learn to
grow in such a way as to be ready
for change, yes, even learn to embrace change.
But to do this, I think we need to examine something I feel is
pretty crazy in our society right
now. And that craziness has to do with the stress and pressures
we put upon ourselves as a result
of thinking there is only one path to happiness and
satisfaction. The direction of that narrow path
is up.
By "up" I mean that many of us look at our lives as requiring
that we always be moving in a
direction that takes us from wherever we are now to some new,
more successful, and higher
place. We are a B student now, we should become an A student. We
play high school basketball,
but we should be shooting for a college scholarship. We are a
college player, but we will not
have fulfilled our mission until we play for the National
Basketball Association. We have a job
we like as a skilled craftsman, but we must move up to that of a
supervisor. We like being a
mother and a housewife, but we are not fulfilling ourselves if
we do not go back to school to start
a career so we can move up.
Up. Up. Up. Everywhere I look in my counseling work, I see
troubled people dissatisfied with
who they are. I see people dissatisfied with themselves because
they are not moving up. Or, if
they are moving up, they are not moving up fast enough. They,
themselves, may be satisfied with
their jobs or schoolwork, but their spouses or parents or
friends feel they should be moving up.
College students fret and worry about their grades because, as
sure as there is a life after college,
they won't move you up the corporate ladder if you don't have
excellent marks. Up. Up. Up. The
only path is up.
And this is not the end of it. More and more these days I work
with men and women whose lives,
by any reasonable standard, are entirely successful. They have
cars and microwaves and digital
cameras and good health and friends and they have accomplished
what every American one day
hopes to accomplish: arrival.
They have arrived and taken the American dream in both hands.
But guess what? They are not
happy.
Why? Because now that they are all the way up, there is no place
left to go. I had one successful
lawyer tell me, "I wish I could start over, back at the
beginning."
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because then I could start moving up again," he explained.
What was interesting about this man was that, at the peak of his
career, at the peak of his powers
as an attorney, at a time when his personal and family life were
going perfectly and he was
making more money than he ever dreamed was possible, he was
thinking about suicide.
Why? Because, as I came to know Jim and his view of life, he had
run the course of moving up
to its logical end. He had arrived, and now that he was there,
he had nothing more to do, nothing
more to look forward to, nothing more to dream for, plan for or
to work for. He had, simply put,
lived out his life until his dreams were spent. And now he was
bankrupt and wanted out.
And where did Jim want to go? Just out. Suicide seemed a logical
destination.
Sure, Jim was depressed, but he was also much more than
depressed; he was out dreams.
I have sometimes wondered if our obsession with always moving up
doesn't set the stage for
depression and suicidal thinking, both on the way and once we
get wherever it was we thought
we were going. The game of always moving up doesn't permit us to
stop and smell the roses. We
haven't time. We're too busy. Because we need to be moving up,
we feel guilty if we stop to feel
good about our accomplishments. It is as if we can never be
satisfied because, in our drive to get
someplace else, we can take no joy in where we are. Too many
people, at least in my view, live
to work rather than work to live.
It seems fewer and fewer people know how to play. Play is for
kids. In my work, I see dozens of
grown, mature people who, at the end of their work careers, are
suddenly adrift. They don't know
how to play. They don't know what to do with themselves now that
they no longer work. Life has
no meaning for them. They get depressed. And when they get
depressed because life has no
meaning, they start thinking suicide. As one man told me, "If I
can't work, I might as well be
dead:”
The second part of this craziness of up and out, then, has to do
with getting out. If you can't
move up, then you'd better move out. The military works this way
at the higher echelons of the
officer corps. If you are not moving up in some corporations,
then you must be stagnant and not
contributing. If can’t move up, the implication is you'd better
move out.
You see it in young people who are told that if they don't get
going on their studies, they won't
make it into college. And if they don't make it into college,
they won't make it into a good job
where they can start moving up. And so, if they don't get going
on their grades, they might as
well get out. Many young people do just that - and "out" means
the suicide decision.
Japan, a country that pushes its young students to the breaking
point generation after generation,
has a higher-than-expected suicide rate among its young people
around the time of the national
exams - the exams that determine whether or not you will even
have the opportunity to move up.
In my opinion, this up-or-out philosophy is nothing short of
insane. It does not permit people to
be happy being average. It does not permit people to be
comfortable doing a job they like. It does
not permit someone to get a C in a history class and still feel
as if he or she has learned
something worthwhile. It doesn't allow us to take a little time
to relax and enjoy what we have
already done.
Rather, the up-and-out philosophy drives us farther and farther
and faster and faster until we
become victims of our own relentless chase to be someplace else.
And, though we complain of
the stress, we don't seem to understand that it is stress of our
own making.
If, by chance, you have bought this up-or-out philosophy of
life, then what will happen to you if
you hit a major and unexpected life stress? What if, out of the
blue, you are the victim of some
unforeseen tragedy? A promising athlete, you are badly injured
and can no longer pursue your
sport. An up-and-coming business executive, you are fired when
the new management takes
over. The man of your dreams whom you are about to marry dies in
an automobile accident. The
farm you inherited from your father is lost in a bankruptcy.
These things happen. They happen to perfectly good people we
know and they happen to us. And
when they do, they amount to a dose of maximum stress. But are
they things that signal the end
of our lives? If we can no longer move up, must we move out? Is
our path through life so
narrow? Or, maybe, does our path fork around the next bend?
I ask you these questions because it is my strong feeling that
too many of us see only one way to
make it in the world. We see our future tied too tightly to our
past and our present. However we
come to believe it, we believe that we must succeed in whatever
we set out to do and that not to
succeed is to fail - and I mean to fail utterly.
This either-or, black-or-white, win-or-lose thinking is a
dangerous place to be when we are hit
with some kind of major life change. Because, if we are trapped
into thinking we can live only
one way, or with only one person, or by doing only one kind of
work, and that we must always
be moving up, then we lack what every creature that has ever
survived on this planet has - and
that is the ability to adapt. If we cannot roll with the
punches, then even the little punches can put
us down.
So if you have been under some kind of maximum stress that is
requiring you to make major
changes in your life and, as a result, you are feeling that you
cannot make these changes, then
maybe you are trapped in that up-or-out philosophy. Maybe, in
thinking about the "out" part of
it, you are thinking that at least by killing yourself you will
be getting out from under the stress.
If this is true, then I want you to consider something. I want
you to consider that despite how
traumatic the stress in your life has been lately, it is at
least possible that how you are seeing this
stress and how you are reacting to it has something to do with
your philosophy of life. When bad
things happen to us (and they are bound to), we must interpret
them. How we interpret them is
part of our philosophy of life.
In the last chapter of this book, I have taken the liberty of
asking you to think about your
philosophy of life. I don't ask that you share my philosophy
about how one gets along in this
world, only that it might help to examine your own philosophy
and, if you haven't done so lately,
give it a once-over. I ask you do this because, though we may
not be able to change the world,
there is one thing we can change - and that is the way we think
about it and what we do with our
lives while we have them.
So, I will ask again: Is what is happening to you really the
end? Or is it a crisis that will pass and,
coming on its heels, will there be some new opportunity,
something you never dreamed possible?
Finally, I hope that if you have inadvertently bought the
up-or-out philosophy of how one is
supposed to live one's life and all that that entails, then
maybe you, like me, feel this is not a
healthy way to think, especially if it has led you to thoughts
of self-destruction.
At the beginning, I said that I would end this chapter with a
story. This is a story I heard from a
friend of mine and I do not know its origin. Therefore, I will
apologize beforehand if the author
is offended at my borrowing it.
The story is of an old peasant man named Ivan who, though poor
in material things, is rich in
wisdom. He lives on a small farm with his wife and only son. His
wealth, such as it is, is in the
form of a single, but fine, stallion.
One day in the early spring, the stallion breaks its tether rope
and runs away into the mountains.
Upon hearing of this news, Ivan's friend and neighbor comes to
call.
"Oh, Ivan!" his friend cried. "I heard your horse has run away.
Now you have nothing. All your
wealth is gone. What will you do now that you are even poorer
than before? How terrible it is!"
“Maybe;” said Ivan."It is too soon to tell." Then, two days
later, the stallion returned. And with
him were five mares.
"Oh, you lucky man,” said Ivan's friend, filled with envy. "Now
you are rich. Now you have six
horses. What good luck! What good fortune!"
“Maybe;” said Ivan. "We will see. ..;”
When the mares had been caught and corralled, Ivan's son set out
to break them to saddle and
plow. But in mounting the first mare he was thrown by the wild
horse against the fence and his
leg was badly broken.
“Ahhh,” cried Ivan's friend on learning of the accident. "Your
luck is bad after all. This is
terrible! This is awful! Your only son has a broken leg! Who
will help you with your planting
and your harvest? I feel sorry for you, Ivan. I have two healthy
sons to help me and now I feel I
am the lucky one and you are the unfortunate one. Such bad
tidings!"
“Maybe,” said Ivan.
Then, in the week that followed, the king's soldiers came to the
village to take all the healthy
young men off to fight the king's new war. Injured with a broken
leg, Ivan's son was spared.
I hope the reason I tell this story is clear. I hope that what
is in this story for us all is that, no
matter how terrible and awful things may seem today, something
quite unexpected can happen
tomorrow. If we will but wait the bad times out, things just
might get better.
In the end, I think the good life lived is not one without
tragedy, but one in which the tragedies
were endured and risen above. Because, as sure as I know
anything, the view backward from our
own future will teach us that today's miseries are tomorrow's
memories - some sad, some sweet,
some even comic - and that what we have to do is hang in there …
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