Depressed just means ‘Deep rest’ ❤️

I saw a comment the other day from Ariana Grande who quoted Jim Carrey and I absolutely loved it and I can’t help share it!

Jim Carrey once said that “Depression is your body saying ‘I don’t want to be this character anymore. I don’t want to hold up this avatar that you’ve created in the world. It’s too much for me’. You should think of the word ‘depressed’ as ‘deep rest’. Your body needs to be depressed. It needs rest from the character that you’ve been trying to play.”

This was something written by a Jeff Foster who Jim Carrey quoted and I can’t not love what they both say. It is all about exhaustion and being that front that everyone thinks you are!

So many people are surprised when you aren’t smiling or your chirpy self, especially with me and this all goes back to my blog about being a swan. I can hold one hell of a poker face and smile all day long, but go into another room and have a panic attack for 10 minutes then come back out acting ok! No one ever really sees the me who has constant panic attacks and feels weak with struggling with their mental health.

I think for those who can’t understand it, this can help, and also shows that mental illness really can be stronger than physical. You can use my mind to help power through physical pain but what is there to help mental?

I can relate to this so much and it’s not out there enough to give people a different overview of what depression can be. This may also help people who have depression or anxiety tell their family and friends just how they’re feeling.

Please share if you like!

Been away for too long!

Ok so I didn’t realise how long it had been since the last time I wrote in my blog! I suppose it shows how I started to make the right steps and choices to helping myself after realising I had anxiety and depression.

In the August of 2018 I decided it was time to come off my anti-depressants and it was the best decision I could make. I felt ready and right to make that jump. I was scared though! It was a huge crutch for me, as it should be for many who have any type of mental health issue.

I felt I was in the right state of mind with a secure family and friends network around me to make that jump. It was a slow progress of reducing every other day for a couple of weeks, then ….. stop.

I definitely felt the effects every so often as sometimes I would have my down days and drop but nothing compared to what it had been like. I felt like I was finally getting control of my life back!

Last year was one of the best years of my life as I married my best friend and had the most magical honeymoon. I felt having that around me gave me the fresh start and feeling I needed to take those next steps.

There have been many times since coming off them that anxiety and mild depression have hit me. This is going to be hard for me to write my new upcoming blog piece, but again as ‘depressing’ as these posts may seem, the truth is told and not many feel they can write about what they’ve been through. It’s not about attention as if anyone knows me well, know I’m not that person at all. For me, if I can help anyone by being open, that makes my writing useful.

Floaty light!

The first week of taking the tablets were something else! That first day of being off for 2 weeks with a sick note for stress, I sat on the settee and I’m sure I could look above myself! I was only on 50mg but my gosh, does it have an effect.

You know the chemical imbalance comment from your doctor was definitely true when a small dose has such a big effect. It takes a good couple of weeks to get use to these.

I have to say, I was cheered up the day i got the tablets after seeing a drunk man fall into the canal 😂 I did help him! But it’s just typical me to be in that situation!

I decided on the first day to go and get some fresh air. Was that a good idea?! Hmmm!! Thinking the post office was only a short walk over the train bridge, what could possibly go wrong!

I’ll tell you what! Thinking you’re on a travelator going up the bridge and thinking you’re just walking in the same spot for 5 minutes! I wanted to curl into a ball!!

I went home and decided to do what I was suppose to do; rest. I did decide to go and see my best friend though which I probably shouldn’t have done due to driving on those tablets! But I made it! I needed to see her. I was struggling so bad & wanted to just talk & attempt to tell her how I’d been.

It’s hard to put yourself out there to your closest but they are the ones who will understand!

After 2 weeks of being off work and getting use to the ‘new me’ as such, I still felt I couldn’t be as open but I started to tell more people what was happening with me, and telling people I am on anti-depressants to make people realise it wasn’t just ‘me having a moment’ or ‘we all have bad days’, this was more.

Having support around you is so important. You have to feel strong enough to tell people. If not, develop the strength & take a deep breathe & shout it out loud. They need to understand!

If not, select a certain few people to talk to and start from there.

Taking these tablets, for me, wasn’t a weakness it was strength. I took the step to make a difference not just for me but my family. I’m so glad I did.

The Big Jump

How do you tell your friends and family that you’re not just feeling a bit low but that you have depression and anxiety? You feel like you’ve made it all up.

You would love the words ‘you’ll be fine’ to work when the closest people to you say it, but it just seems to feel numb when it’s said. ‘What’s wrong?’ is the question I always struggled with and especially if it was to other parents around me because having a baby, you feel everyone is in the same boat, but it’s amazing how different parents cope.

You feel daft saying ‘I honestly don’t know what’s wrong’ or ‘I’m really tired’ or ‘I’m struggling with routine/baby’s sleep/feeding’; most parents have these day to day struggles but for some reason yours is heightened so you feel embarrassed to admit your struggles.

My therapist told me, after doing a self assessment sheet, that I was a perfectionist! Strange how I got offended by that and all I said was ‘No, I just like things to be right!’…… Not the same at all Tash I promise!!…… I constantly struggled with disappointed and when Isobella arrived, no one could do anything as quickly as I wanted it to be done! Hence why I think I went down the path I did.

OK, so maybe I am a perfectionist?! How do I steer away from that or help myself to live with disappointment? Not everything will go right but I couldn’t handle that! If Isobella wasn’t fed bang on time, I’d really start to panic! If she was being looked after and she wasn’t fed on time, I think that was even worse!! I was terrible for timings and sometimes I still am, but I’ve learnt to start to realise that actually, she was OK and is actually growing rather well!

The CBT did work in a way that it helped me to realise that I haven’t always got control. Once you have a baby, it’s hard to be the boss! You will literally do anything for them and bow down to their every demand, but that’s not always necessarily the way to go! Being the parent is the only way you can mildly keep sane as they grow!

Being able to sit with my therapist and go through every aspect of my anxiety and depression, starting with my nanny passing away to my brother cutting me out of his life, it just showed how much I really did wear my heart on my sleeve but I can’t change that. Plus, when you love people so much, sometimes things will impact you more than you realised.

I think both my therapist and I thought at the end knew that as much as the CBT had helped, it hadn’t helped as much as it could have. I was still in a bad place.

One night when I was just too exhausted, I put Isobella in her cot screaming and walked away. I stood in my room in silence but screaming inside and just looked at my husband and said “please help me, I can’t do this anymore. You don’t need me and I am a burden to you. You don’t need me.” He was beside himself with upset. The next day I took myself to my doctor and sat and cried asking for help.

We took the leap of faith and 50mg of Sertraline (Zoloft) was introduced into my life, starting my journey down the antidepressants road.

I was so scared but my doctor put it this way, “If you had an infection and I said we need to put you on a course of antibiotics, would you take them?” I said yes. “If you had asthma and you needed an inhaler for a while, would you take it?” I said yes. “I am advising these tablet to help balance out your chemicals and to bring them back to what they should be for a short period of time (in anti-depressant world), can we try them?”

I said yes. And I am so happy and proud that I did.

You are a Swan……

“You’re graceful and calm on top but underneath you’re paddling like mad”. It made sense. My therapist said she’d never met anyone like me before. My poker face had been mastered for a while but inside I felt so sick. Someone was screaming inside of me shouting for help but I honestly couldn’t tell anyone. Things ran through my mind that I felt so guilty to think.

Doing the form that tells the therapist your current state of mind was horrible. For people close to me to have seen what I wrote on that paper would have shocked them a lot. I ticked boxes that made me cry there & then.

To be so honest to someone I didn’t know, I think actually started me on the right track to recovery as such.

So many things came out about my struggle such as guilt that I wasn’t doing enough for Isobella, and with having a c-section I ended up disconnected from her for 3 weeks. It’s was so horrible. I felt so lost with her & that I didn’t know her. I think the fact that it was ‘she looks so much like daddy’ and ‘wow she’s very fair haired isn’t she’ and the best definitely was ‘wow she looks nothing like you!’

Well!! I’ll tell you what, I know she came out my tummy as I have the scar to prove it! Being able to vent and get so much off my chest made me realise that I actually did have a lot of issues that I needed help with.

I’d struggled with my older so called ‘brother’ completely taking me out of his life for no reason, stopping me from seeing my nieces and nephews. Rejection when you’re suffering with depression; he couldn’t have timed it worse.

Finally we came up with 3 things I needed from this CBT:

  • Reassurance that I was a good mum
  • To stop feeling guilty for everything
  • Stop being a walkover!

It was strange having technically a stranger making me feel like I had the biggest arm around me & that maybe I could get out of this rut. I still couldn’t call anyone and say how much I was struggling. I cried every day and just wanted someone to ask me to talk so I could tell them how bad I’d got, thinking it was best that I wasn’t around. Being a burden. It’s hard to even write this down.

I knew that there was so much more to life that this horrible illness! Getting married, watching our beautiful daughter grow, knowing the sleepless nights would pass and that our lives together had only just started! So many positives blocked by black clouds.

This was the first step to making my life and my families life so much better.

I would always think about a song my Grandad loved as he passed when I was 6 months pregnant ‘Don’t worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be alright’. Amazing how much I’m hearing that song on the radio at the moment!