On Saturday, I happened to read this guest blog post at OwningPink.com, about how the author believes that, contrary to what most modern medicine tells us, depression and anxiety are not physical ailments. Instead, they really are "in the head," and, unlike a physical ailment like diabetes, medication is not the answer. In her words, "attributing anxiety and depression to a chemical imbalance is horribly disempowering," and by prescribing antidepressants we're "throwing in the towel" and abdicating responsibility for our mental health.
The author, who is a Ph.D. in Psychology, cites some interesting statistics from a few "anti-antidepressant" books. She says one doctor believes that as many as 75% of the people taking antidepressants could "significantly reduce" or eliminate their meds with the help of a doctor and lifestyle changes. She also mentions one doctor who believes the whole "serotonin deficiency" approach to depression is a sham, and is based on some questionable, at best, science.
When I first read the article, I was irritated and a little mad. I though her attitude was a little too simple, and a little too self-serving. I also took some issue with her "research," as all her information seemed to come from the same two sources, and she goes on to contradict some of the research she presents.
Okay, so let's talk about the author (it's all about ethos, people). Her name is Bethany Butzer and she has written a book called The Antidepressant Antidote, is a speaker on the topic, and is also a yoga instructor. On her website, she classifies herself as a "Mental Health and Wellness Advisor." The topic of getting off of antidepressants is obviously her passion and her platform. She does say that she thinks antidepressants are good in some circumstances, and if they've helped someone get through a bad patch then fine, so she's not exactly "anti-antidepressants," she's more "uncomfortable" with antidepressants.
The more I thought about the post, the less irritated I got and the more reflective. There were a few things she said that kind of made sense, that I think I agree with.
One point she made that I do, more or less, agree with: she says, "I think our acceptance of this [idea that depression/anxiety are a result of a physical problem] reflects our longing and desire for a simple solution." I think most people who are depressed enough to consider going on antidepressants would love a "quick fix" -- who wouldn't? And I think that in our society we tend to demand fast, easy solutions. The irony here, I think, is that antidepressants usually take 3-6 weeks to work, and that's if they do work. They really aren't that quick-acting.
I think my biggest issue is with her general hypothesis, the idea that antidepressants are "disempowering." I can see where the idea comes from; that if we have a medical problem, there's nothing we can do about it other than take medicine and wait for it to work. But that's not entirely true. If we think about diabetes, the go-to comparison illness for depression, there are lots of lifestyle changes a person can make that can improve their medical condition; the same goes for illnesses like heart disease and arthritis. You may never be able to cure these problems, and these lifestyle changes usually have to work in tandem with medication. But a person who manages their diet and exercise and takes insulin is going to be a much healthier diabetic than someone who takes insulin alone (something I'm trying to make my diabetic cat understand, but he's not buying).
My other thought is, what if we view antidepressants as empowering, instead of disempowering? Rather than looking at medication as something that strips us of responsibility, it is something that enables us to be responsible. When someone is at the point where depression or anxiety has gotten so bad that they are visiting their doctor or a psychiatrist, the last thing they want to hear is, "It's all in your head. It's up to you to fix yourself. Start going to yoga and get on the treadmill." Hell, I'd wager that 9 times out of 10, that's going to make someone more depressed. But if the doctor says, "Okay. I can give you this medication, but it's going to take a while for it to work. It'll help you, but it will help more -- and quicker -- if you start going to yoga and get on the treadmill." If you feel like you have a little bit of help, that you're throwing fixes at the problem from more than one direction, you are going to feel better faster -- regardless of if the antidepressant is really working on a serotonin deficiency or not.
In general, I kind of waffle about antidepressants. I do think they are over prescribed, but I think they also help a lot of people. I also think you'd have to be living under a rock to not know that exercise, a healthy diet, and other lifestyle choices help fight depression (that doesn't mean that people always make those healthy choices, but hey -- free will's a bitch, right?).
Showing posts with label coping mechanisms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coping mechanisms. Show all posts
Monday, February 6, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
New Project & Old Whineyness
I looked back through my old posts to see if I'd written about what's on my mind recently enough that I shouldn't write about it again, and I couldn't find anything, so I'm going to go for it.
I've been in a serious funk lately, and I'm not sure why. Post-Christmas crap, lovely Ohio weather, difficult children, drug side effects -- you name it, I probably am dealing with it. What's hard for me is not to just throw my hands up and let myself slide down that slippery slope from feeling "funky" to being all-out depressed.
Because, let's face it, everyone has bad days, right? Even bad weeks. Hell, bad months. That doesn't mean they're on some sort of collision course with full-on depression. It just means life isn't all that easy at the moment. I have to try to remember that even though today may be a crappy day, tomorrow doesn't have to be.
It's just that -- and this sounds really negative, but it's true -- for people suffering with mood disorders, I think if today is a crappy day, it may be a little more likely that tomorrow will be one, too, or maybe even crappier. I'm honestly not sure how I'm supposed to tell the difference between a legitimately disintegrating mood and a bad day. It seems like, in the past, I've gotten stuck with my pants down, so to speak; I've thought that maybe I was just in a funk for a while, then all of a sudden I realize that my mood, usually depression, has gotten pretty far out of hand -- and that has meant, at least recently, hello hospital. I would like to avoid that at all costs, since my one goal for 2012 was to stay out of the hospital.
So, in an attempt to keep my mood under control, I've started working on a few projects that may help. For one, I've started to run again. Okay, I've started to jog. Okay, I've started to shuffle. I am the world's slowest, ugliest, sweatiest, floppiest runner, but luckily we have a treadmill, so nobody really has to see me.
I've also decided to try some craftherapy. I got the bright idea to try to build a dollhouse with my girls. I've been reading a lot about recycled crafts, so I've been wanting to try some different projects, and a dollhouse seemed like a good idea -- especially since we have a ton of old moving boxes just sitting in the basement crying out to be re-purposed. And of course I have my knitting projects I started working on this weekend that I talked about yesterday, so those should keep me busy.
Here's to hoping my different coping mechanisms will help my mood stay above the "danger" line...and if they don't, maybe my last ECT treatment tomorrow will.
I've been in a serious funk lately, and I'm not sure why. Post-Christmas crap, lovely Ohio weather, difficult children, drug side effects -- you name it, I probably am dealing with it. What's hard for me is not to just throw my hands up and let myself slide down that slippery slope from feeling "funky" to being all-out depressed.
Because, let's face it, everyone has bad days, right? Even bad weeks. Hell, bad months. That doesn't mean they're on some sort of collision course with full-on depression. It just means life isn't all that easy at the moment. I have to try to remember that even though today may be a crappy day, tomorrow doesn't have to be.
It's just that -- and this sounds really negative, but it's true -- for people suffering with mood disorders, I think if today is a crappy day, it may be a little more likely that tomorrow will be one, too, or maybe even crappier. I'm honestly not sure how I'm supposed to tell the difference between a legitimately disintegrating mood and a bad day. It seems like, in the past, I've gotten stuck with my pants down, so to speak; I've thought that maybe I was just in a funk for a while, then all of a sudden I realize that my mood, usually depression, has gotten pretty far out of hand -- and that has meant, at least recently, hello hospital. I would like to avoid that at all costs, since my one goal for 2012 was to stay out of the hospital.
So, in an attempt to keep my mood under control, I've started working on a few projects that may help. For one, I've started to run again. Okay, I've started to jog. Okay, I've started to shuffle. I am the world's slowest, ugliest, sweatiest, floppiest runner, but luckily we have a treadmill, so nobody really has to see me.
I've also decided to try some craftherapy. I got the bright idea to try to build a dollhouse with my girls. I've been reading a lot about recycled crafts, so I've been wanting to try some different projects, and a dollhouse seemed like a good idea -- especially since we have a ton of old moving boxes just sitting in the basement crying out to be re-purposed. And of course I have my knitting projects I started working on this weekend that I talked about yesterday, so those should keep me busy.
Here's to hoping my different coping mechanisms will help my mood stay above the "danger" line...and if they don't, maybe my last ECT treatment tomorrow will.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Knitting on a Sunday Morning
The other day I talked about how I'm not really interested in anything much at the moment, that I'm just kind of apathetic and miserable. Well, I decided yesterday I'd try to get out of the house and find some activity to capture my interest, at least a little bit.
I decided to go look for this funky, self-ruffling yarn I keep seeing online. It was all the rage around Christmas time, presumably so you could buy it and make a scarf for a gift. Well, as usual, I'm late to the party, so I'm past gift time but I thought I'd still try to make a scarf with it. I went to a little local yarn store not too far away (it's called Fiberworks -- sadly, locally owned yarn shops are getting harder and harder to find these days), and they had one hank left -- enough to make a scarf. So I snapped it up.
I started the scarf when I got home, and man, it's a pain in the rear. It knits up reeeeeaaaaally slowly, and to make the ruffle happen, you're pretty much knitting into one edge of the yarn that is nothing but thread. On the up side, the finished portion is pretty. This is one pattern for a scarf using the yarn; I sort of made up my own that isn't a skip stitch pattern. I don't know if that's making it slower to knit up or not.
On another note, though, I'm really excited about this book I got at the store. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm a knitting (actually, arts/crafts in general) book junkie, and I'm especially a sucker for knitting books with really beautiful, artsy photos. For example, Teva Durham's books are beautiful -- she was an editor at Vogue Knitting and has really cool designs (check out Loop-d-Loop: More than 40 Novel Designs for Knitters), and I also love Knitting Over the Edge and all the related books in that series. I don't know that I've ever actually completed any projects in either of those books, but I just like looking through them.
Anyway, I found a book at the store called Knit Noro Accessories: 30 Colorful Little Knits. All the designs use some incarnation of Noro yarn, which pretty much means they're going to be beautiful no matter what -- I think Noro has such pretty, tactile-ly pleasing yarn. But there are some seriously cool scarves and other random patterns in there (a tea cozy! - but it sure ain't like your grandma's tea cozy) and I want to dig right in. I even thought about trying to do a "Julie and Julia" thing and do each one of the patterns in order, but I don't think my bank account would hold out -- one little catch about Noro yarn, is that it can be pricey (especially if you're practically buying it in bulk, which I would have to do to make every pattern in the book). So I thought I'd just start with one and go from there.
Long story short, my quest to find something to interest me has paid off, at least for the time being. I'm kind of in a place where I feel like everything I touch turns to crap, so it may be a little bit dangerous starting some sort of new project, but I gotta try something. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and I FINALLY finished that book I'd been reading for like, three weeks. It was good. I'd recommend it -- The Leftovers, by Tom Perrotta.
| Rozetti Tundra Self-Ruffling Yarn |
| Skip stitch scarf pattern with Tundra yarn |
On another note, though, I'm really excited about this book I got at the store. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm a knitting (actually, arts/crafts in general) book junkie, and I'm especially a sucker for knitting books with really beautiful, artsy photos. For example, Teva Durham's books are beautiful -- she was an editor at Vogue Knitting and has really cool designs (check out Loop-d-Loop: More than 40 Novel Designs for Knitters), and I also love Knitting Over the Edge and all the related books in that series. I don't know that I've ever actually completed any projects in either of those books, but I just like looking through them.
Anyway, I found a book at the store called Knit Noro Accessories: 30 Colorful Little Knits. All the designs use some incarnation of Noro yarn, which pretty much means they're going to be beautiful no matter what -- I think Noro has such pretty, tactile-ly pleasing yarn. But there are some seriously cool scarves and other random patterns in there (a tea cozy! - but it sure ain't like your grandma's tea cozy) and I want to dig right in. I even thought about trying to do a "Julie and Julia" thing and do each one of the patterns in order, but I don't think my bank account would hold out -- one little catch about Noro yarn, is that it can be pricey (especially if you're practically buying it in bulk, which I would have to do to make every pattern in the book). So I thought I'd just start with one and go from there.
Long story short, my quest to find something to interest me has paid off, at least for the time being. I'm kind of in a place where I feel like everything I touch turns to crap, so it may be a little bit dangerous starting some sort of new project, but I gotta try something. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and I FINALLY finished that book I'd been reading for like, three weeks. It was good. I'd recommend it -- The Leftovers, by Tom Perrotta.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Okay, Now it's Time for Christmas Music
In direct opposition to what I posted last week about constantly blaring Christmas music at the hospital I was in, I am now ready to try to use the Power of Christmas Music for good, not evil. Maybe, at some point, I could even call it a coping mechanism.
I don't hate Christmas music. I just hate Christmas music before Thanksgiving (and I always hate Mariah Carey and George Michael Christmas music, that's a constant). Plus, my all-time favorite Christmas song is "Please Daddy, Don't Get Drunk this Christmas," by John Denver (from the album Aspenglow). Who in their right mind could hate that song?
Anyway, I dug out all my old Christmas CDs and am ripping them into iTunes and uploading/downloading/sideloading/whateverloading so I can listen to them on my iPod or my phone. As a side note, if you haven't checked out this whole Amazon cloud thingie, it's kind of cool. Essentially, you can mirror your iTunes and Amazon Cloud libraries to each other, so you can play any of your digital music library on just about any portable device, Mac or other (like Android).
I thought I'd share some of my favorite Christmas songs:
I don't hate Christmas music. I just hate Christmas music before Thanksgiving (and I always hate Mariah Carey and George Michael Christmas music, that's a constant). Plus, my all-time favorite Christmas song is "Please Daddy, Don't Get Drunk this Christmas," by John Denver (from the album Aspenglow). Who in their right mind could hate that song?
Anyway, I dug out all my old Christmas CDs and am ripping them into iTunes and uploading/downloading/sideloading/whateverloading so I can listen to them on my iPod or my phone. As a side note, if you haven't checked out this whole Amazon cloud thingie, it's kind of cool. Essentially, you can mirror your iTunes and Amazon Cloud libraries to each other, so you can play any of your digital music library on just about any portable device, Mac or other (like Android).
I thought I'd share some of my favorite Christmas songs:
- John Denver, "A Baby Just Like You" and "Aspenglow" -- both wonderful in a melancholy-John-Denver kind of way
- John Denver, "Please Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas" -- as mentioned
- Weezer, "Hark the Harald Angels Sing" -- a house in our neighborhood does this amazing light display set to music, and this is one of the songs they use
- Sarah McLachlan's version of "Happy Christmas" -- I bought this album the year it came out and thought I was so cool, but it turns out everyone has it now
- Harry Connick, Jr., "The Blessed Dawn of Christmas Day" -- another album that everyone has (or at least has heard some of the songs from) of, but this is a nice, peaceful song and very Harry Connick-y. I also like "I Pray on Christmas," it has a funky gospel sound
- The Muppets' "Twelve Days of Christmas" -- I think I like this one because at my husband's yearly extended Christmas party, we'd sing the song and you had to sing the verse that corresponded to your birth month (first day = January, etc), and my mother-in-law was May (fifth month), and she ALWAYS sang it just like Miss Piggy
- "Peace," by Jim Brickman
- "A New Age Christmas," Various. I think I bought this randomly somewhere in a check-out line, but it's really good
- "Christmas Guitar," Boccherini Guitar Quartet
- "Celtic Christmas Harp I," Various. Again, bought this one somewhere but I can't remember where
- "A Windam Hill Christmas, I'll Be Home for Christmas," Windam Hill. I'm currently pissed because I know I bought this at some point but I can't find it right now
Friday, November 25, 2011
Check Me Out -- I'm Home, and Away From the Horrors....
of 24-hour-a-day Christmas music.
That's right. I had to go stay in a "mental health facility" (but I usually think of it as a "looney bin," even though I know that's totally un-PC), and just in case us patients didn't feel shitty enough, the place was pumping Christmas music through the stereo in all the common areas 24/7. And it wasn't even Thanksgiving, for God's sake!
Plus, it was bad Christmas music -- I heard Mariah Carey more than once. Thankfully I didn't hear that damn hippopotamus song, because I probably would have ended up restrained, or taken to the "tub room" (I actually don't know what the "tub room" is, but there was a door by my room marked as such and I've seen enough bad movies and House reruns to conjure up images of a big basin floating with ice cubes they dunk you in to calm you down).
As a result of the holiday cheer onslaught, I've put a moratorium on Christmas music at my house for at least another week, unless it's instrumental/ambient or classical (like, no lyrics classical -- not Bing Crosby classical) Christmas music. Frankly, as I get older, I like that kind of Christmas music better anyway.
I'm not trying to make light of my stay at the Lindner Center (which is really the absolute opposite of a "looney bin" -- it's beautiful, bright, and modern with a very caring staff and doctors, Christmas music aside). But I actually have so much I want to say about my stay there, what I learned, what medications I'm now on -- and how I got to be in such a crisis state that I had to go stay there -- that I'm still trying to organize it all in my mind.
I will say that I almost kissed the psychiatrist, though, when she informed my husband that no amount of exercise, "good eating," or other coping mechanisms would have helped me get out of the funk that brought me there. I had to stop myself from jumping up, doing a little dance, and screaming, "I F*CKING TOLD YOU SO!"
But I'm classy, and very magnanimous, so I didn't.
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!
That's right. I had to go stay in a "mental health facility" (but I usually think of it as a "looney bin," even though I know that's totally un-PC), and just in case us patients didn't feel shitty enough, the place was pumping Christmas music through the stereo in all the common areas 24/7. And it wasn't even Thanksgiving, for God's sake!
Plus, it was bad Christmas music -- I heard Mariah Carey more than once. Thankfully I didn't hear that damn hippopotamus song, because I probably would have ended up restrained, or taken to the "tub room" (I actually don't know what the "tub room" is, but there was a door by my room marked as such and I've seen enough bad movies and House reruns to conjure up images of a big basin floating with ice cubes they dunk you in to calm you down).
As a result of the holiday cheer onslaught, I've put a moratorium on Christmas music at my house for at least another week, unless it's instrumental/ambient or classical (like, no lyrics classical -- not Bing Crosby classical) Christmas music. Frankly, as I get older, I like that kind of Christmas music better anyway.
I'm not trying to make light of my stay at the Lindner Center (which is really the absolute opposite of a "looney bin" -- it's beautiful, bright, and modern with a very caring staff and doctors, Christmas music aside). But I actually have so much I want to say about my stay there, what I learned, what medications I'm now on -- and how I got to be in such a crisis state that I had to go stay there -- that I'm still trying to organize it all in my mind.
I will say that I almost kissed the psychiatrist, though, when she informed my husband that no amount of exercise, "good eating," or other coping mechanisms would have helped me get out of the funk that brought me there. I had to stop myself from jumping up, doing a little dance, and screaming, "I F*CKING TOLD YOU SO!"
But I'm classy, and very magnanimous, so I didn't.
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Coping Mechanisms: Humor
| From awkwardfamilyphotos.com |
It's pretty self-explanatory. Read, watch, or hear stuff that's funny, and usually you can't help but smile. I was feeling pretty low yesterday, but when I started reading some of the entries over at DamnYouAutocorrect.com, I was laughing so hard I was crying. It's nice to cry over something other than crushing hopelessness.
I don't subscribe to the whole "Just turn that frown upside-down!" school of depression triumph -- in fact, I want to stab people who say stuff like that with a sharpened broom handle. But I do think that humor can offer a temporary respite from some pretty crappy feelings. Interestingly, a lot of comics and humorists suffer from depression and other mental illness, so maybe there's something to humor as a way to cope. As Erma Bombeck said, "If you can laugh at it, you can live with it."
Here are some other amusing links.
The Institute of Offical Cheer, from James Lileks. I love James Lileks; his writing style is witty and intelligent. My personal favorites at the Institute are a tour of The Gobbler, a fabulous (yet, sadly, gone) Wisconsin motel, and Art Frahm: A Study of the Effects of Celery on Loose Elastic. Art Frahm was an illustrator that painted pin-up girls who usually: a) were carrying groceries, including celery; and b) were losing their underwear. It's very weird.
Love, love, love the site AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com. Hilarious. You just have to wonder what the hell some of these people were thinking.
Sh*tMyKidsRuined.com. Pretty self-explanatory, but for anyone who has had a kid screw something up, it's painfully familiar.
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| The fit & fabulous MerlinCat |
Fark.com. In case you live under a rock and have never heard of Fark.com (it was on Jeopardy!, for cripe's sake), it's a "news" site that posts user-submitted current event links with user-submitted headlines. Example: "Naked guy wanders around Dulles airport, perhaps trying to beat TSA to the punch."
No discussion of internet humor is complete (not that this is a complete discussion, but whatever) without a mention of The Book of Ratings. I mourn the loss of TheBookofRatings.com, which was an offshoot of The Brunching Shuttlecocks. Lore Sjoberg, the writer, inexplicably commented on and graded totally random things -- everything from marsupials to the seven deadly sins to Dante's punishments. Sadly, I can't find the ratings online anymore. There is an actual book (book? paper? what's that?), which is a small comfort, and I do own it, but I could read ratings all day long and pee my pants laughing so hard. And I mean that literally, now that I've had kids.
Since you can't find the ratings online anymore, I'll post one of my favorites that I managed to dig up:
From "The Ratings for Dante's Punishments":
The BlasphemersI'll leave you with that thought. Hope you're smiling.
Burning sand and rains of fire, all for those who said things like "Jesus f*ck, that's one God-be-buggered big-ass fajita plate," plus the entire London cast of Jesus Christ Superstar. It doesn't make it clear whether you can get away with phrases like "Gosh darn cripes," which would have been good to know. Anyhow, if you do these things you have to lay down in the sand. I think it would have been a more appropriate punishment for evil sunbathers, but that's why I'm not Pope. Among other reasons. C
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