I have spent a lot of time thinking about this, myself, with respect to depression. Depression gave me a number of gifts. It made me look deeper into life’s underbelly. It motivated me in certain ways, similar to what you spoke of.
I did not merely fear I was no good; I knew I was no good so that any success was ephemeral. I had to keep on working just to make sure people would pay me any attention at all. No chance anyone would actually like me in any way, but there was a chance I could get to the point where they wouldn’t wrinkle their noses when they saw me.
Well, that’s a motivator. Lot’s of people have told me they like my writing, and I still don’t believe it. Well, on one level I do believe it, but on another, I can’t believe it. It doesn’t fit my sense of self. I am not someone who actually could do anything that anyone else would think was excellent. So I have to keep on trying. What’s different now is that I know I am attempting the impossible and that will never succeed. So I’m trying just because I enjoy the process, not because I expect anyone will every like anything I do. And if they do like it; that’s great, but I don’t believe it for a second.
The thing I value is that being depressed and wanting to die taught me a sense of deep empathy for others in similar situations. I can understand now, what it is like to have so many different afflictions, because I know what goes through people’s minds at these times. I know because I’ve spoken those thoughts and had them confirmed by others. It doesn’t matter whether someone has anorexia or cuts or experiences plain old extreme low self esteem. The thought process is the same.
I know things I never would have known had I not been depressed, and I can understand things now that I never understood before.
I wonder, sometimes, if I will forget this if I stay ok for too long. Will I need to be depressed again to remind me of the value of life? To remind me of how to connect with others in pain like mine? Hell, there were times when I wanted to be depressed (if I couldn’t be manic), just so I could feel things intensely. My mind craves intense feelings. Oh yes it does.
I see others are talking about drugs. I haven’t read it all yet. But it makes me wonder what will happen. I, too, want to get off drugs. I’m off two of the three. Only lithium is left. It has been known to cause serious kidney problems, but they say modern day therapeutic doses don’t have those problems.
Will I go back to my intensity seeking ways if I get off drugs? No. The drugs never kept them away. What has kept them away is my own mental health. Understanding myself and what I need and allowing myself to have enough of what I need that I don’t seek out depression if I can’t find euphoria. I am managing my own mood now, using meds and my own coping techniques.
The problem, if you want to call it that, is my own desire for intensity. I need it in my life, but it has a tendency to cause a lot of repercussions. Maybe others would say it is something I should control. Maybe others can control it. I don’t know if I can or not. I don’t. I’m not even going to try. I’ve tried to control this before, and it sent me into a depression that almost killed me. I have accepted this about myself. This is who I am. If I allow myself some of what I want, maybe I can keep myself from destroying myself. If not, then eventually I will be unable to control it, and they say that these things get worse each time. Last time nearly killed me. There’s not a lot of “nearly” left.
So I think we need to balance these things and sometimes I think it may be necessary to do things others may not approve of in order to save your life. So, anxiety may be something you need. It may be a part of you that is very valuable, even if it is dangerous, as well. The trick is to learn how to manage it, and if you get into trouble, to go back to the shrink sooner, rather than later, in order to get help.
There are new drugs coming out that are faster acting than current anti-depressants. The katamines and their relatives look promising. They help people in hours, not weeks and months. Our job, now, is to learn to balance our own moods. We need to do this responsibly. We need to honor our commitments to our family, friends, and community, but we also need to honor our own needs. I think that often, we deny ourselves too much, and I’ve learned how dangerous that is.
So I’ve learned to give myself a little more. I don’t want to hurt anyone in doing this. But it is important to me to allow myself some of the things I need that can raise eyebrows. I am convinced it is necessary for my survival. Playing it the other way around nearly killed me. And the lesson I learned there is that people value me more than I thought they did. I may not do things the way they want, but they’d rather have me here. The implication to me is that they’ll take a little drama if that’s what it takes to keep me around.