A Steady Invisible Force

A Steady Invisible Force

For those who live with depression, I dare say that this is not just an invisible illness; it is a life that is only lived by the grace of invisible courage.

I remember staring up at the seagulls printed on my bedroom curtains when I was seven years old.

The gulls were simple black outlines, alight on an invisible breeze. They drifted above the artist’s hint of an ocean, a solid deep blue mass of color below. I stared at this and pondered life. I wondered why I was here—on this earth, in this reality. It was an uneasy question and one that would come up repeatedly throughout my childhood, usually leading to anxiety and tears. I’ve since wondered if existential pondering might be one early symptom of a lifetime of depression.

The first unmistakeable depressive episode I had was when I was 20. A friend of mine, 23, had died in his sleep, with no apparent medical cause, and I was faced with the subject of my existence again—and what I determined to be the utter meaninglessness of it. Not long after this, I miscalculated the position of a 20 lb weight in the gym, and it fell on my foot, breaking my big toe. You know how it feels when you stub your toe really badly? That’s the horrendous pain that I felt… only it did not go away after 10 seconds. It lasted weeks. I ended up on heavy pain killers and still could not sleep because of the pain. I was in college, far from home and the friends I thought I had made turned out not to be there when I needed them most…

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Anti-Depressants

Anti-Depressants

Depression makes one wonder if this so-called reality that we find ourselves in is worth all the trouble it takes to live it. We manufacture guilt in obscure places, including our own antidepressants. The fact that we probably function better under the influence of brain meds makes us question whether this fancy, doctored up version of ourselves is uncovering our best self, or whether the medications are a blanket hiding the broken pieces we hold inside.