Are You Crazy?!?

Are You Crazy?!?

To those who know me well, they know that I have spent most of my adult years battling depression. As I work toward my goal to becoming a speaker, I have been doing hours of research and “e-learning” thanks to Tina Hollenbeck (http://tinahollenbeck.blogspot.com) and Sheila Wray Gregoire (http://www.sheilawraygregoire.com).  Today, some of my research led me to speaker Joanne Goodwin (http://www.joannegoodwin.ca/home.html) who speaks on depression, and how many Christian women are affected by it.   I love that someone can share so well, a topic that is so painful for so many of us.  I say painful, because unlike those who take medicine for high blood pressure, diabetes, or migraine headaches, if you take medicine for depression, you get scolded by some for being less than spiritually sound.  Believe me when I tell you that I would be the first one to admit that there are definitely spiritual reasons for depression, but there are also clearly physiological ones as well.

As a matter of fact, I had to write my final paper for an Anatomy and Physiology course in Massage School, on the “Anatomy of Depression,” and I don’t think a lot of people know how it works.  I can testify to having run on empty for so many years that I drove myself into depression.  What I didn’t know is that you can die from it. Now I’m not trying to be dramatic. What I mean is that, you can run on “exhausted” for long enough to cause the body to shut itself down, in order to protect the nervous system and its organs.

I’ll put this as simply as possible and leave you, dear reader, to research further if you like. 

The body has a natural “fight or flight” response to anything that the brain might feel is dangerous.  Even in circumstances when the body cannot flee a situation the mind feels is harmful, the body emits adrenaline anyway. In our current world, that environment may be the workplace, home, on the highway, or anywhere we feel “danger” most often.  If you don’t use said adrenaline to “flee,” the body stores it because the body has no way to be burn it off.  If the body is under stress for long enough (i.e. new baby, stressful job, tough marriage, abusive relationships….) and the body continues to build the adrenaline, this causes the chemicals in the liver to get off-kilter, which in turn sends a message to the brain saying this human needs to go “on vacation” with or without a boarding pass.  The human then shows signs that others may or may not notice, or they may simply dismiss the symptoms as attention-getters for the sufferer. 

There’s so much more to it than that, but for those of you who have known someone in clinical depression, you’ve seen that they may have no appetite, may move slowly (or not at all), they may cry a lot (or just stare into space), and they have a difficult time making decisions.  The list is long, and if you are also “blessed” enough to have the oft-accompanying anxiety to go with it, you may have symptoms of unexplained fear, an inability to eat (even if you have the desire to), and the simplest question may put the depressed over the edge.

I suffered my first bout of clinical depression at age 11, after the death of my mom’s best friend, and later after back surgery (a common occurrence in brain and spine surgery patients).  Then, a very close friend of mine went through a horrible time in her life, which required an army of women, from two different churches, to help out.  When the dust settled, the armies had pulled out, there were just three of us standing.  We were exhausted, our families were lonely, and our relationships were frayed.  At the time I was in college full-time, raising my own family, and had a household to run, even when my husband had to be out of town.  Add an asthma attack, requiring steroidal treatment, and the recipe for a nervous breakdown was written.  My heart raced to a point where the doctors feared I would go into tachycardia.  I couldn’t sleep, stop crying, or eat a bite of food.  I also developed an inability to breathe without hunching myself out over my knees. It took so much effort to breathe, that even when I regained my appetite, it was too tiring to eat much.  My five-foot-ten-inch frame plummeted to 128 lbs., a weight I was not able to attain even in the laxative years of ballet dancing.

It’s been nine years since then, even more years than the doctors had originally said my recovery would take, because stressors don’t take a day off, and life happens… If it were not for medical intervention, I might not be here today, but I have learned that depression is an illness, whether it’s spiritually or chemically rooted (or both).  I also know happiness is a choice, and because I am a child of God, I can smile, laugh, and do life, in His power.  It’s just another way we as Christians can defy the world’s view of normal, and glorify His name in the process.