Depression is a very strange beast. We’re all used to feeling like we can control ourselves. We feel we are autonomous and we make choices. We choose how we react to situations, including, to some degree, the way we react emotionally. We are used to thinking of our emotions as reasonable reactions to situations we encounter in life.
But imagine how you would feel if the emotion came first, and then came the situation. As if the emotion caused the situation instead of the other way around. But that can’t be, can it? So you must have got it wrong. The situation must have come first and somehow you didn’t notice it, or maybe you are a very sensitive person, and your body noticed the situation before you did, and thus it reacted before you were aware there were things to react to.
The first time this happened to me, I felt like it was a premonition. All of a sudden there was this incredible anxiety in my chest, which began to feel heavier and heavier. I felt like someone had died. It was an incredibly powerful feeling. I called my parents to see if they were all right. They were. I kept expecting bad news.
A few days later, an email came out saying that a friend of mind had just found out he had cancer of some kind and had only a week to live. Counting back, I figured that he had received the news a few days before, at approximately the same time I had my premonition of death.
I wanted to believe it. I even wrote a question about it here. Marina told me it was probably just coincidence, and I really wanted her to be right, but I desperately needed to understand this feeling that didn’t make sense. But the feeling was already rocking my world and it was going to get so much worse and so much stronger and so much more inexplicable and it would be many, many years before I was able to cope with it, and that feeling nearly made me kill myself.
I was relatively stable at the time, although I was coming to the end of a long mania and didn’t know it. But I am a rational person and I didn’t believe I couldn’t control my feelings. So I told myself it was nothing. I meant nothing. I told myself to snap out of it.
Even a few months later, when things were so much worse, I would beat myself up because nothing I did made any difference. I could not think my way out of this. I told myself I was being lazy. I told myself I must really want to be depressed. I never believed I was sick. That was just an excuse. Excuses were for weak people. I was not a weak person.
Well, weak person or not, depression got me, and there was nothing I could do about it except, it seemed, to kill myself. That’s because, I eventually learned, the depression had nothing to do with me or my thoughts. My thoughts came from the depression, not the other way around. It was my brain chemistry that made these thoughts happen, which was a scary thought. I never wanted to believe that what I thought was a result of chemistry. Where was I in all this? Who was I? And especially, who was I if I wasn’t controlling my thoughts.
Fortunately, chemistry is controlling my thoughts. Fortunately, we have drugs that can change brain chemistry. One day, soon after I started my meds a remarkable change happened. I don’t remember the exact thought. It was probably something about being a worthless fuck who should just kill himself and save everyone a lot of trouble. One day I was thinking that thought and the next day, I couldn’t think it. I don’t know how to explain the feeling of being unable to think something, because of course I can think it. I can write it down. But the first day it was a serious thought leading to actions, and the next day it made me laugh. How could I have ever thought that? How absurd. It was unthinkable!
I hope you can see that the idea of snapping out of this comes from a lack of understanding about what is going on. It comes from assumptions about personality that are based on how we feel being us; not based on the actual chemistry of being a person.
There are many ways of changing brain chemistry. You can use meds. You can use electric shock. You can use magnetic fields. And yes, you can use thought. Therapy. It is most difficult to do it through thought. The idea that you can change your brain chemistry using thought in a snap is patently absurd to anyone who has experienced depression.
Since you haven’t experienced it, I can only hope my little story would give you a tiny taste of it. Enough, perhaps, to allow you to imagine the helplessness you have when you can not control how your brain works.
But I doubt you can really imagine it. I couldn’t. For five decades of life, I was fine, and I believed depression was something people should be able to snap out of. I could tell that I could change my mind whenever I really wanted to. That’s how it seemed to me. The idea of being helpless in my brain was absurd and unimaginable. A head scratcher. I wasn’t sure if people were being lazy, but I thought there was something essential they were missing and it would be pretty simple to show them how they could be in control and depression wasn’t necessary.
Of course, I laugh at my old self now. I was well-intentioned but oh so naive. I understand that people resort to “snap out of it” out of frustration. They want to help, but feel we who are depressed aren’t really trying. They can’t imagine that they don’t get it. They’ve all been depressed. They were able to handle it on their own. You can, too.
God forbid you should ever have a real depression. One fifth of the people with my brain disorder die of their own hand. 20%! If people could snap out of it, they surely would. No one wants to die. We just want the pain to stop. Depression hurts worse than any physical ailment. It sounds absurd, but ask anyone with depression would they rather be tortured and waterboarded, and they’d all say yes.
Imagine that! People would rather be water-boarded than depressed. And you want them to snap out of it? No. This is not something people have that kind of control over. Believe me. I would snap out of it in a second if I could. I want to so badly. I would rather take torture than be depressed.
SO just imagine what a depressed person will think of you when you tell them to snap out of it. Do you understand how it is perhaps the biggest betrayal we can imagine?