Don’t know where to go from here
THE BREAKDOWN
Third night in a row with little to no sleep
Frustrated thoughts raging beneath a happy exterior breaking free
Like a shroud thrown over thoughts a blanket falls over my mood
The temporary refuge of suicidal thoughts
No longer a retreat but now a permanent residence
Willing myself to keep going through the motions
Because this dreadful agony of constricting despair
Ebbs and flows
And judging by the well known pattern it’s been months
So
By now it should be easing up
But it’s not
So I drink
Maybe it’s unhealthy but it’s the only thing that makes me want to wake up in the morning sometimes
But only sometimes
The motivation to seek help pushed along by the long held fear
Of feeling like this ten years from now
So I do
I reach out for help.
THE TESTS
A series of frank questions that follow one another
Fired like bullets from a machine gun
Rapid-fire
Being asked to divulge information
Previously only written down in hidden journals
Staccato hum of the blood rushing in my ears
Accompany the soul-crushing weight of my responses
To the question
“What do you hope to get from treatment?”
I answer, “relief”
The series of questions is followed by a battery of tests
Questionnaires and coordination trials and answering the same questions in different ways
A half-pint of blood taken to run tests designed to make sure the problem exists
In my head
And not my body
THE WAIT
All the old doubts about seeking treatment resurface
Maybe I should cancel the follow-up appointments
It’s not really that bad I tell myself
I’ll get over it eventually
Except I never have
Other people have real problems, I think to myself
I’m just a negative nancy
I don’t even feel that bad today
Everything’s fine
I was freaking out over nothing
THE DIAGNOSIS
Reluctantly I return to discover what has been discovered about me
I am handed a printout of a summary of the diagnosis
I read over the list of symptoms possibly associated with my condition and nod my head along like a bobble with each one:
Inability to concentrate
Feelings of worthlessness
Desire to stay away from others
Self-hatred
Rarely experiences positive emotions
Loss of interest or motivation
Overeating
Unexplained irritability
Insomnia
Hopelessness
It’s called Dysthymia. Persistent Depressive Disorder. PDD.
I finally have a name for it
I’ve heard stories of people receiving a diagnosis and feeling happy because they finally have a name for it
Except I always understood what I felt
I just didn’t know why I felt it
The last thing I feel is relief
Because Dysthymia is a lifelong illness
So instead of relief
I get a diagnosis that tells me hopefully with medication and therapy
I’ll one day have this under control
Hopefully
But it’ll never go away
My greatest fear stemming from early childhood
Is that I would feel this way for the rest of my life
Now I have a definitive answer
The answer is yes
THE REACTION
While I agonize over these thoughts
Another pops into my head
That my mental suffering compares not at all
With people who have real problems
I’m not homeless. I have food. I have a safe place to sleep. I don’t live in a war zone. I’m better off than most of the world’s population.
The self-hatred I know so intimately wells up and chastises me for having the audacity to be depressed when I have absolutely no reason to be
I feel overwhelmed
Tired, anxious
My neck has been aching for weeks from tension
I can’t pretend to be cheery anymore
I can’t pretend at all anymore
I’ve lost my motivation
I’ve lost my hope
I’ve lost the energy to even care