The fog is lifting
I am climbing out of my hole
The colors smell like rainbows again
The roses taste the sweetest taste
My skin prickles with excitement
My fingers stretch toward the sun
Automatically
It happens
Without my doing
I arrive
Life is back
I am back
I can feel my body
She is fully mine
Welcome back, old friend!
I’ve missed you and I am sorry
I’ve denied you the right to make me aware
To support me through this time
I’ve shut you down
Have held you at arm’s length
So I could escape my feelings
Could run away
Again
Yeah, it happened
I stopped paying attention
And starting to go down the rabbit hole
Right into the abyss
Slowly at first
Then faster and faster
Falling
Falling
Falling
I couldn’t feel it
Couldn’t locate what was wrong
I was shrinking away from everything outside
Retreating into my own shell
For months
I was gone
Until the pain was too overwhelming
The fear got too much
I had to fall deep again
In order to realize
That life is too precious to leave behind
I wanted to
I sure did
But I am still here
Again
Celebrating life
Feeling joy in the sparkle of your soul
Seeing life with brand-new eyes
I know how it happened
I knew it all along
But I couldn’t change it
Didn’t realize I had to
Didn’t know there was a way out
The despair
The hurt
The overbearing pain
I made it happen
Because of my innermost shame
Not realizing I did
Not really for certain
And yet I really did
Doesn’t make sense, does it?
That’s depression in all her most glorious forms
That’s the way that deep shame takes over
In order to sabotage your life
Here’s the story in short, my truth that I’ve never dared to share
Hoping I wouldn’t have to because I was going to turn it around
Hoping I’d be over all that by that point
But here I am and here we go:
9 years ago when I was in treatment for my eating disorders and depression/suicidal thoughts and tendencies, I was put on antidepressants.
9 years later, recovered from my eating disorders, healed from a lot of trauma (though not nearly all of it), my depression comes and goes, my antidepressants have been a stable throughout this time.
Except when they haven’t been because I stopped taking them.
The shame
Oh the shame.
Friends who told me that taking antidepressants is wrong
My own voice making sure I believed that as long as I was on meds I wasn’t worthy of reaching my goals
Even my ex-boyfriends who told me I was weak and that taking antidepressants made me less of a human, less of a woman, less of a person who is allowed to breathe in the beauty of life.
The judgments that people make.
They got to me.
Cut right through my core.
Made me be irresponsible with my health.
Made me skip some pills here,
Stop taking them there.
Oh the pain I’ve inflected on my son.
By not taking care of my mental health,
By not giving the wounds in my brain the support they needed in order to survive, let alone thrive.
Being negligent
Thinking I could outsmart my pain.
Yeah, right.
It didn’t work.
Instead, it made me sick.
Again.
Crushing down
Deeper and deeper
Into an void that took my sanity
That took my desire to have a life.
I missed my son
But couldn’t connect
I missed my work
But couldn’t deliver
I missed my health
But couldn’t break through the infinite darkness that took over my mind
The fog that claimed all sparkles and light.
It’s hard to explain
To put into words
All I know is that I woke up again
I saw what I had done again
I started to unravel
What needed to be done
Simply take the pills
For your life to feel real again
Take the pills
For your body to be able to breathe again
Take the pills
For your brain to function again
Take the pills
So you won’t lose your life and hurt your son
I’ve stumbled but I am back on track
I’m here to stay
And no matter what others say: I know that antidepressants are saving my life.
I’m doing the work, have been doing it for almost a decade.
I’ve gone into the darkest places that still live inside.
I will not stop growing, evolving, healing and hoping.
And yet, I am done with feeling the shame!
Antidepressants are saving my life.
Without them I am empty.
Without them I am lost.
Without them I am. Not.
One day – maybe – I will wake up to this beautiful life and go through my day without having to rely on medication,
But today is not that day.
And I am grateful. So grateful that there is a way for me to stay alive, to be here, fully, being me, myself and I.
I am grateful for every pill.
I am grateful for this one incredible life.
And I am determined never to take it for granted again.
If you are struggling with the shame of taking medication for illnesses that nobody sees, I get you, I feel your pain in all of my being.
However, and this is important for you to really hear, to really take in, to really get: There is nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for.
Taking medication for your brain health isn’t unspiritual, it doesn’t make you weak or wrong or unworthy of living your best life. In fact, it makes you a strong, powerful and responsible human being who cares for her life, her family, her friends and herSELF. You are doing what you need to do in order to stay alive and that, my love, is the most important and inspiring and awesome commitment you can ever take.
Do the work, yes.
Heal your trauma, yes.
Go to the dark places and move to the light, of course.
AND continue to make sure that your brain stays healthy, balanced and strong.
Life is so glorious and guess what?! We get to share in the fun! We got to experience the joy, the beauty AND the pain.
We get to dance through the rain and stretch towards the stars.
We get to have a chance to fulfill our dreams and partake in the pleasure of mundane moments in every day life.
Nothing can stop us – not even our self-sabotaging tendencies and our rejection of Self.
Go, chase your dreams. Make them happen and have some epic FUN!
PS: Is your heart tugging at you, letting you know that it’s time to step up and shine fiercely?
There’s no better time than today to start loving yourself. The longer you wait, the more of your life you’re missing out on and you know, deep down, that it could be so much better for you. And that it should be better and you’re ready to start that change now.
Book your discovery session with me here. Your life is worth it.
I have been taking antidepressants since my ED diagnosis in my early 20’s. I am now 54. They help me. No shame in needing help. Xoxoxoxox
Christina
YESSSS!!! No shame indeed! You rock, Christina. <3
I don’t typically comment on your posts, but I am here to tell you that your posts all just make sense. I cry over them. It’s like you are in my head and I am reading my own jumbled, dizzying thoughts written down in words, phrases, and sentences that actually are understandable. It’s as if I have vomited all the buzzing bees swarming in my head down on paper and you have come and organized all the mess in an understandable, workable manner. So, I thank you. I am always thankful for your posts because, even though I am in the grips of my ED, you give me hope. I’m commenting on this post just to thank you for your vulnerability and rawness in sharing what you have and are battling. You have my respect, and I am grateful, oh so grateful for you and your deep dedication to helping others. You shine a great light. Keep up the fight because you radiate hope in the midst of the darkness that attempts to swallow me whole. Much love.
You made me cry, Kate. Thank you so so much for your kind words.
I am so very sorry that you are still in this darkness but please know that there IS always hope and that freedom is out there for you too! Big hugs to you and so much love. xxx
Beautifully said. Mental illnesses run in my family, and I keep preaching the importance of meds. Sometimes, our bodies need external help to be at their best; no need to be judgmental about it. After all, if you’re a type 1 diabetic and your pancreas cannot do it’s job, you’ll supplement insulin without making it a moral judgment as well. Unfortunately, we often don’t see it that way when we think about mental health, even though it’s in no way different than any other organ not running at full capacity. Hopefully, future generations will have a better grasp of the brain and can do away with the shame often attached to antidepressants.
I am wishing you and your family my very best. You have come a long way, and I’m sure that you will keep on going. I hope you’ll never stop believing in yourself.
Hi Nathalie, thanks for your comment! And yes, I share in your hope that future generations will see mental health as just as important as physical health and that we can openly talk about it without shame or fear of judgement. There’s still a long way to go but I’m here for the creation of this awareness. 😀
Love to you!