All my "ah ha" moments have come from reading articles like yours and the few good books that are out there. I wish someone would write an article just for family members and friends that helps them to understand PTSD, and directly addresses their roles and responsibilities.
I live with chronic Depression, and I am not ashamed. These are the remarks I prepared for my speech. Before I begin, I want to warn you that this talk touches on many triggering subjects, including self-harm and suicide. My life is, by every objective measurement, very very good.
And in spite of all of that, I struggle every day with my self esteem, my self worth, and my value not only as an actor and writer, but as a human being. It took me over thirty years to be able to say those ten words, and I suffered for most of them as a result.
I suffered because though we in America have done a lot to help people who live with mental illness, we have not done nearly enough to make it okay for our fellow travelers on the wonky brain express to reach out and accept that help.
When I was a little kid, probably seven or eight years old, I started having panic attacks. Well, I did have nightmares, but they were so much worse than just bad dreams. There were occasional stretches of relief, sometimes for months at a time, and during those months, I felt like what I considered to be a normal kid, but the panic attacks always came back, and each time they came back, they seemed worse than before.
When I was around twelve or thirteen, my anxiety began to express itself in all sorts of delightful ways. I worried about everything. I was tired all the time, and irritable most of the time. I had no confidence and terrible self-esteem. This is important context.
All the weird, anxious feelings I had all the time? That they reflected poorly on my parents and my family. That they should be crammed down deep inside me, shared with nobody, and kept secret.
My panic attacks happened daily, and not just when I was asleep. When I was on the set of a tv show or commercial, and I was having a hard time breathing because I was so anxious about making a mistake and getting fired? The directors and producers complained to my parents that I was being difficult to work with.
I was living a childhood dream, working on Star Trek: The Next Generation, and getting paid to do what I loved. I had all the video games and board games I ever wanted, and did I mention that I was famous?
I struggled to reconcile the facts of my life with the reality of my existence. I wish I had known that I had a mental illness that could be treated! They lived in a world where mental illness was equated with weakness, and shame, and as a result, I suffered until I was in my thirties.
I clearly remember being twenty-two, living in my own house, waking up from a panic attack that was so terrifying just writing about it for this talk gave me so much anxiety I almost cut this section from my speech. The next morning, I tearfully asked my mom what was wrong with me.
She really was doing the best that she could for me, but stigma and the shame is inspires are powerful things. I want to be very clear on this: I want you to know that I love you, and I know that you did the very best you could.
Through my twenties, I continued to suffer, and not just from nightmares and panic attacks. I began to worry that the things I did would affect the world around me in totally irrational ways.
Every single time I said goodbye to someone I cared about, my brain would play out in vivid detail how I would remember this as the last time I saw them. Talking about those memories, even without getting into specifics, is challenging. So I am here today to tell anyone who can hear me: You do not need to suffer.
There is nothing noble in suffering, and there is nothing shameful or weak in asking for help. There is no reason to feel embarrassed when you reach out to a professional for help, because the person you are reaching out to is someone who has literally dedicated their life to helping people like us live, instead of merely exist.
That difference, between existing and living, is something I want to focus on for a minute: I wanted to go do things with my friends, but my anxiety always found a way to stop me.
Traffic would just be too stressful, it would tell me. What if the plane crashes? What if I sit next to someone who freaks me out?James Gordon on Healing without Antidepressants James Gordon • 9/1/ • 1 Comment Depression is not a disease, so the promise of antidepressants as a cure just doesn’t hold water.
Finally, long-term follow-up studies show very poor outcomes for people treated for depression with drugs, and the overall prevalence of depression is rising despite increased use of antidepressants (Fombonne ).
Finally, healing my depression, I learned my real life story, instead of the versions I had told myself over the years. This helped me write more honestly, both in memoir writing, as well as in creating more believable characters in fiction.
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