Aug 042015
 

How can one process both terror and elation at the same time?

The facts are that my granddaughter was born 12 days ago and was immediately taken from her Mother’s arms to have emergency open heart surgery.

12 days later she has started to breath on her own and is getting her mother’s milk in small amounts through a tube.  Yesterday her big sister, who is two and a half, met her for the first time.

All good news…

Bad news/good news…whenever there is an event that touches me so deeply I struggle to find a constructive and safe path through emotions that are simultaneously terrifying and joyous.

My first instinct is to overindulge myself…sugar, more glasses of wine, spending too much money on really unnessary things, watching too many movies…all to fill the space in my psyche that has been torn open by this event.  It feels like I am trying to create a cocoon to protect myself from taking the journey down the rabbit hole of depression.

My tenitive foray into behavior that might actually be helpful is to meditate, write about it, do art and be near water.  Waves always help me in an unconscious way understand the ebb and flow of life.   Better small constructive steps then no steps.  It is time to put on the brakes and say no to the rabbit hole.

 

 

 Posted by at 4:33 am
Jul 072015
 

My birthday is in late June.  I always wait for it with anticipation.  It’s my day.  However, birthdays have a negative and positive side to them.  Birthdays serve two purposes in our society…celebration of an individual and noting a person’s timeline.  I like the celebration part but the timeline really disturbs me.  It makes me feel like I made it to the finish line once again, but it also means that a new race to survive has begun.

The fear of new dangers arising and old danger rearing their heads is acute.  Generally, I get physical symptoms related to anxiety (stomach ache, for one) which start up right after my birthday and reach a crescendo in early July.  At that point I start to wonder why my danger antennas are at full alert.  Is there real danger out there?  Possible, it has happened before.  Or is it anticipatory anxiety.  This is a more certain possibility.  I have gotten anticipatory anxiety every year since a series of really dangerous things happened around my health and my physical survival was at risk.  The acute anxiety is a Post Traumatic Syndrome (PTSD) attack.   The birthday is the trigger.

I am now at the stage in this attack of acute anxiety and/or PTSD when I start to wonder what to do to alleviate the symptoms.

Plan A is to take some actions that will help get me firmly back on the  “one day at a time” and “be in the moment” track.  My two most potent weapons are meditation and mindfulness. Unfortunately,  currently I am resisting doing both of those things.  I need to keep trying and finally there will be a crack.  My goal is to live in the moment where it is  safest.

While I am waiting for Plan A to work, Plan B is to act “as if ” Plan A is working.  It is a trick of the mind.  When Plan B is not working, I go  to Plan C.  In this plan I suspend reality and imagine that an angel has taken my place.  I even give her a name.  My real self, in my imagination, is suspended in space, waiting for my acute anxiety to pass.  The angel, free from the acute anxiety, lives in the moment.  This works if I am willing to suspend reality.

The there is Plan D, identify the problem and wait until it passes.  No tricks, just patience.

 Posted by at 7:12 am
Jun 222015
 

Sleeping  © G.Dumas

I am having a long term sleep problem. I fall asleep really easily and then around 3:30 AM I am fully awake.   My doctor says that this is a typical depression sleep pattern.  I have been puzzled about what to do.

I  know the sleep problem was triggered by a  traumatic event last year, and I also know from past experience that it will eventually go away.   However, I am powerless over when it will subside.  Lack of sleep is very debilitating, and I’m seeking a solution as to how to live through this.  Since my main problem is the 3AM wake up and being unable on my own to go back to sleep, sleeping pills  are currently a help. However, even if I take them, I still wake up at 3AM but the sleeping pills do help me to fall back to sleep until 5:oo AM.

5:00 is early but I can live with that wake up time if I go to bed around ten.  7 hours sleep is not perfect but it will do.  This sleep schedule keeps me a bit tired but I do not have that crazy feeling I get when I get less than 5 hours of sleep.

At 5:00 AM I meditate and relax in bed for an hour.  To stop myself from big time ruminating, I put on a book on tape.  I also put something over my eyes to keep me in twilight.  Going on the IPad to check my mail is a mistake until after seven.

Going through this sleep disturbance night after night is very annoying but I realize I am powerless over it and just have to be patient as it will eventually pass.

 

 

 

 Posted by at 10:14 pm
May 112015
 
Life is about Love

Life is about Love

© G. Dumas

I have wondered over the years whether and how my depression/anxiety has effected my mothering.  My most basic rule has always been to never consciencly use my son to lean on when I am down.  He should lean on me not the other way around.  While I think I have done a good job on the conscience side, I wonder whether my mood problems have unconsciencely affected my relationship with and or hurt my child.  A mood disease is both confusing for the one who suffers but terrifying to those around you because it effects your personality.  There is nothing scarier then to have a parent change their personality.  I saw it a few times with my Dad.  It was like an alien had taken over his mind.  We all want our parents to be strong and their for us.  Since I wanted so badly to have my father present for me, I have been conscience of not exposing my son to the worst my disease has to offer.  However, I have been honest with him about the facts of my disease.  I emphasize it is just a disease like any other, but it can get complicated.  As my great grandfather use to say “life is grand if you don’t weaken”.  Just taking the next step each day is not weakening.  That is lesson I hope I have taught my child.

 

 Posted by at 11:08 am
May 042015
 

image. © G. Dumas

When I wake up I sometimes get on my IPad to see if I have any emails and then look around the Internet for who knows what.  This is unsatisfying.  In contrast, when I meditate before doing anything else, my day gets jump started.

Today was one of those days when I started out playing with my electronic toys.  However, having some insight into my state of mind, I realized that over the last few days I had been feeling vague around things.  This is never a good sign.  So kicking and screaming I found a 12 step phone meeting at 9AM to put some definition to my actions.  Since I picked this meeting randomly, I did not realize that this was a mediation meeting.  As part of the meeting I mediated for a half hour.  In the midst of the quiet I imagined myself up in the sky in a beautiful land where everything felt wonderful. I looked down at the earth through a hole in the cloud.  In that second, I realized I had a clear chose every day to be part of life or just be on the sidelines.  If I chose life, to stay in life, I need to stay in the moment.

 Posted by at 8:51 am
May 042015
 
 Glass House in the Sea

Glass House in the Sea

G. Dumas©

I suffer from both Depression and Anxiety.  Medication mostly takes care of the depression but medication just takes the edge off my anxiety.  In my case my phobias (which are intractable) are directly connected to anxiety.  If a phobia button is pushed my fight or flight hyper-anxiety goes into action. The thing about phobias is that while the event that started the phobia was very serious, subsequent events that are not as serious bring the phobia front and center.  This is similar to a post traumatic syndrome reaction.  All these things seem to be connected.

In any case what brings this to mind is that one of my most fierce phobias is starting to bear its ugly head, the surgical phobia.  (I touch on this topic in an earlier post below.)  Without going into my medical history, I have two or three small and sometimes big operations a year to deal with tumors most of which are benign.  However, once in awhile they are not and life gets medically more complicated.  I have been extremely lucky and all problems have been handled.  I think the world thinks I should be grateful and treasure each day.  However, my reaction has been to develop a phobia that gets triggered whenever I have to deal with both a surgery and much worst, waiting for the pathology report.

What is so difficult is that my phobia can not tell whether the event is minor or serious.  So in either case I become terrified.  Pre surgery the anxiety/terror builds and then right after the surgery, I relax for a few days, exhausted from the adrenaline rush.

But the worst is yet to come, the pathology report.  I generally insist on getting the results as soon as the report is available.  I never wait for a doctor’s appointment.   However, getting the pathology report is never easy.  If I don’t get news within the time period that I think is reasonable, a week, I just loose it.  This is where it becomes dangerous.  I am in so much psychic pain, that it becomes unbearable.   I am desperate to be relieved of the pain…suicidal thoughts becomes an option. When I contemplate suicide it calms me down…that is perhaps the scariest part of this whole phobia drama.   So far the pathology reports have come in just in time to mitigate my suicidal thoughts.  As soon as I know the results, the panic subsides.  However, I am exhausted from all the drama for at least 10 days.

I am discussing this particular phobia because tomorrow I am going in to the hospital for a relatively minor surgery where they will take out what is probably a fatty benign tumor.  I have had two fine needle biopsies of this tumor in the past and in both cases it was reported to be a fatty tumor.  So this surgery should be routine.  Unfortunately, for me routine surgeries still activate my medical phobia and I go through my phobia dance.

I have thought alot about how to protect myself from the potential consequences of this very dangerous phobia.  Since getting the results of the pathology report is the most dangerous time for me, I have others advocate for me.  I am so freaked out when it’s time to hear the results, I can not even call the doctor.  A very kind member of my family takes over that chore.  My medical advocate has learned over the years to be very aggressive but the reality is that doctors are hard to get hold of and only a doctor can okay the release of the information in the report.

My latest idea is to have the pathology report, which will be online, sent to both my psychiatrist and my general practitioner.  They both understand my phobia and how I suffer from it.  They actually want to help me deal with it.  I feel comfortable with both of them in contrast to the surgeon.  They will get the results for me as soon as they are available.  My other doctor can then take her own sweet time to call me.

When it is over, I will feel grateful!!!

 

 

 

 Posted by at 8:09 am
Apr 182015
 

I had a great day and as the sun set I started to feel sad.  I went over everything that happened and found no outside reason to explain why my psyche was sad.   The disease of Depression can make you feel sad on a dime.  Maybe the best way to describe feeling sad about nothing is non specific generalized depression, not unlike non specific generalized anxiety. It is just there.

In contrast, specific depression is set off by a triggering event.  Given that I have a long list of triggering events, this is mostly how depression descends on me.  A five minute meditation to calm things down may break up the mood.  So for today, sad feelings about nothing please go away and come back another day.

Free Flaoting Saddness

Sad About Nothing

G.Dumas ©

 

 Posted by at 11:11 pm
Apr 142015
 

Anxiety Central

© G. Dumas

Anxiety, in my case, is a 24-hour affair.   I start the day with an ever so slight discomfort in my body.  Fifteen minutes into the day, a non-specific fear begins to work its magic throughout my body, increasing the discomfort.  I then take a mental anxiety reading by assigning myself a number on a scale of one to ten, one being calm and ten being very serious painful discomfort.  If my score is a three or four, I know that what I am feeling in my body is non-specific anxiety.  Five through ten usually involves some outside event.  It does not take much to elevate the score.

In my case, physical discomfort from chronic, non-specific anxiety is not unlike chronic pain.  The difference between non-specific anxiety-related pain and other types of pain is that anxiety pain involves constantly questioning myself about why I am so anxious, what am I doing wrong.  It dovetails very nicely into depressive negative thoughts, the blame game or “it is my fault that I feel this way, there must be something I can do to make the anxiety go away.”

In contrast, event-related anxiety, which most people feel to some degree, can lessen once the event is resolved.  But when your baseline is three on the anxiety scale, outside events can get you high up the scale fairly quickly.  To be at seven or above translates into severe mental distress.

For generalized anxiety, I take medicine and meditate to even out my discomfort.  However, I have found no way to lessen more severe, generalized anxiety.  I just tough my way through it.

When anxious events actually occur, like a medical problem or even something as mundane as giving away clothes, the only helpful thing I can do is to try to resolve the event that is specifically triggering my anxiety as soon as possible.  Unfortunately, that is not always possible.  So once again, toughing it out with the help of anti-anxiety medicine and meditation is the only course of action.

My art piece for today is what I think anxiety looks like.  Having a visual view of the condition reminds me that “severe generalized anxiety,” enhanced by event-related anxiety, is a serious medical problem that currently has no cure.

 

 Posted by at 11:18 pm
Apr 132015
 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

© G. Dumas

One of the advantages of my being depressed is the fact that I am constantly monitoring my thoughts.  Daily meditation has helped me do this.  Recently, I did a big favor for someone.  My immediate reaction when they left my house was shame.  Those shameful feelings are based on my perception that I am a dangerous person to be around.

When I told my doctor about these feelings, he had me go through this exercise: you make a circle and divide it into four parts.  In one part, you put down the problem — example: I am a dangerous person to be around.   In square two, you put down in words how being dangerous makes you feel  — i.e.,  worthless, shameful.  Next, in square 3, you write down sentences to reflect those sentiments — i.e., I am dangerous, because I am no good and worthless.  At this point, all I have put into these boxes are feelings.  Are they accurate?  The final box is used to write sentences that are true about the incident that made me feel like a dangerous person.   The reality is that I had just been generous and kind.  As I do this exercise, the shame and the sense of my danger breaks up.

My new-found reality allows me see things more clearly until the next negative thought.  When I am in my clarity moment, I am able to really see my relationships for what they are.  If love is really seeing other people for who they are, it is a special moment.

 Posted by at 7:37 am
Apr 082015
 

Car was stolen

© G. Dumas

While being victimized by a car thief when the car is fully insured is not a financial tragedy, it is disconcerting for my anxious persona when it is my car.  My car has always been a safe place for me to go.  My anxiety is always comforted by the idea that I can just take off.  Once when I was particularly anxious about medical test results and feeling like my coping skills were at the end of my rope, I got in the car with my dog and drove about 30 miles away and stayed in a motel for the night.  That change of place somehow calmed me, and I felt safer.  Having the option of just taking off like that is not necessarily about anything in particular, but it is a way to move around the pieces on the chess board when, for whatever reason, my anxiety is off the charts.

Out-of-control anxiety is more discomforting than anything I have ever felt.

 Posted by at 9:44 pm