Things Fall Apart
My breakdown came at the beginning of Spring 2016. Just as
the natural world was shaking off the long winter and preparing for new growth,
I was falling to pieces.
With educated hindsight I realise that I had been suffering
from anxiety for the past twenty years. But that Spring of 2016 produced the
perfect storm of work, relationship and financial stress that swept away all my
tired and ramshackle defences. I was left at the mercy of my anxiety.
At the time I was an Arboricultural lecturer at a large land-based
college. On the day that the anxiety storm struck I had a very public meltdown
at work which involved a very frank exchange with a senior member of the
faculty (he had it coming – a mental health breakdown can be very liberating..).
Over the following weekend the pressure built and built until come Monday
morning I found myself physically shaking and in tears when contemplating the return
to work. The thought of the long commute followed by facing a classroom of students
became unbearable and I collapsed in on myself. Instead of driving to work I
went to the Doctor who took one look at me and signed me off sick with stress
and anxiety. After 15 years of teaching I would never return to college work.
Again, with educated hindsight I realise that as my symptoms
progressed I had fallen into the classic anxiety and depression sufferers trap
of keeping my own skewed counsel, talking to no-one and trying to fix
everything myself. I alternated this with the other classic coping mechanism of
just ignoring it and hoping it would eventually go away. It did not go away.
But this isn’t strictly true. I had been talking to someone.
Following a difficult period in my personal relationships I had
been encouraged by my partner at the time to see a counsellor. In a rare moment
of behaving as an emotional adult, I took the advice and began to see a
counsellor once a week. It was around 8 months into my therapy when my breakdown
happened. I found counselling an enormous help and continued to attend
counselling for another 18 months.
However, I also believe that my counselling had a direct
hand in causing my breakdown. It opened doors that could not and would not be
closed again. I had to face how deeply unhappy I was making myself with my
unhealthy mental habits if I wanted to change those habits and move my life
forward in an authentic way.
I needed my breakdown.
I needed to press reset and, when I couldn’t do it myself,
my brain did it for me.
Once I left work I very quickly reached a stage where I couldn’t
leave the house without being gripped by anxiety. Without my structure, I began
to fall apart and at my worst moments I was reduced to rocking and repeating
aloud my coping mantra “It’s alright, it’s okay, it’s alright, it’s okay..” over
and over. It was not alright, and it was not okay.
When the doctors suggested medication to help me to regain equilibrium
I accepted. And so began the chemical roulette to find a drug or combination of
drugs that would work for me. Anyone who has been on this particular rollercoaster
will know how harrowing it can be. We
settled on Venlafaxine (Effexor in the US) and it did help when I needed it
most. However, coming off it was a long
drawn out nightmare, but this is a conversation for another time.
I was on medication for almost two years and I’ve been
medication-free for two months. My anxiety was still waiting for me but I’m
determined to stay medication free and deal with it in other ways. My carving
and my creative pursuits are a big part of my new anxiety busting toolkit. I’ve
also restarted counselling to get me through this transition period.
If anyone is still reading, thanks. I know this has been a
long post but I think this history is important for the context of future
posts. If there is anything to take away from this, I would say that talking to
someone about feelings of anxiety or depression is just about the best thing
you can do.
I know it’s not easy to admit to these feelings and from a
male perspective it can be even harder. I was raised in a northern working-class
environment where talking about feelings and admitting difficulty would often
be interpreted as weakness. This is a toxic notion. Suffering in silence is
just that.
And that’s why I’m talking about my mental health issues now,
thanks for listening…
Thank for writing such an inspiring post ,it's given me some hope for my future unfortunately I'm on a down ward cycle in my continuing struggle with mental health and whilst carving does give me some respite it's not always enough
ReplyDeleteI also stopped taking medication but had been constantly medicated for almost 15 years and whilst it's been liberating to be clear of various substances that dulled my senses it became a crutch that i clearly relied on to maintain some kind of balance
I've been having more counselling but find it's like picking a scab and am convinced that this is the reason for my worsening health .
It's good to know I'm not on my own chronic social anxiety ,depression and PTSD can be very lonely
Thank you for sharing jx
A fascinating insight into something that, by degrees, a lot of people experience at some point, either themselves or through a friend or loved one. It's shit that our society still struggles with anxiety, when it's probably at least as common as many major illnesses that are regarded as being more 'physical' (although if your emotional responses, reactions and interactions with the rest of society aren't a part of your material, biological life, what are they?)
ReplyDeleteKeep carvin' and strummin' buddy- Bill
Well Mike - the more folk like you who get it out there - the more people will come to the realisation that the brain is an organ and it can be a dick sometimes, like any other organ. So - If its ok with you, I'd like to call it brain health from now on...not mental health. I refer to myself as having a toxic allergy to carbohydrates now - saves explaining that I am diabetic and even an apple can severely affect my vision. I am so glad I read this blog fella. I love the fact that you needed the breakdown. This was the start of the process proper. Its akin to cutting a tree down. It clears the undergrowth, light can get in, new shoots can emerge and you can make a hell of a lot with a felled tree - fire to warm you and cook and boil your water, wood to build a house, furniture to sit on and a table to eat at from bowls and spoons all carved from this tree - but before it can help sustain your life - it first has to be cut down - a brutal act of seeming destruction - but an essential part of the process, without which, you have nowhere safe and warm and cosy to live. I see you as having cut down that tree and I can see new shoots all over the place and you are warm and safe in your home - sure - the fire may die down and you may have to cut down another tree - but thats the beauty of it - the more trees you cut down, the more life comes back to the forest - you just get better experienced at recognising the tree that needs to be cut down to maximise the potential. Hope that makes sense - does to me. Anyways. keep it up fella. Theres a lot of wood to process
ReplyDeleteThanks to everyone for their comments. I didn't know the etiquette at first so I sent everyone individual replies rather than comment on here. Still getting used to the blog format. I'll comment on here in future
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