A Legacy of Depression
August 20, 2015 | Posted in: Chronic Illness and Diagnosis
Today, Lauren is bravely sharing her story with us. You can read more from Lauren at her website, where she shares her wisdom on cultivating healthy traditions, all things Texas and even offers up tasty recipes. Enjoy!
I don’t like telling people that I take an antidepressant every day, that without it I probably wouldn’t be able to do the things I do well, like take care of my kids, my home, my blog and my fundraisers.
I don’t like telling people that last winter, I broke down in tears in my doctor’s office, and she told me that I needed to take something before depression caused me to lose anymore weight. I don’t like telling people that taking an antidepressant has changed my life.
Hiding behind closed doors
I remember standing outside my mother’s walk-in closet, listening to her sob for what felt like an eternity, on multiple occasions during elementary school.
Pain and tears were something she taught me, quite literally, to hide behind closed doors.
But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart.” – 1 Samuel 16:7 ESV
A legacy of depression
When I was struggling to find peace in high school, my mother sat me down on the couch and explained that she believed I had inherited an anxiety disorder from herself and my maternal grandfather. Having a name and a reason for the way I felt was my first breakthrough in understanding and coping with my mental health issues.
My mother battled anxiety and depression for much of her life.
And, as far as I know, my mother never sought help for her emotional health. No counseling, no medication, no support.
I imagine the public stigma of depression for a small town church of Christ girl was just too much to bear, much like the stigma of divorce.
Depression is often seen as a sign of weakness, instead of as the legitimate mental and physical condition it is.
In fact, when I tried to tell my father about my depression as a teenager, he told me I just needed to pray more, which, of course, made me feel like it was my fault that I couldn’t shake my depression and only pushed me further into the abyss.
At the end of my first year of college, my mother feared that I was self medicating with alcohol. She was right.
My mother recognized my suffering because she had faced the same struggles and never reached out for help.
But she wanted better for me.
Treating depression and anxiety
Left untreated, depression and anxiety can wreak havoc on the brain. A recent study showed that chronic depression shrinks the hippocampus, but, fortunately, the damage is most likely reversible:
The researchers found 65% of the depressed study participants had recurrent depression and it was these people who had a smaller hippocampus, which is near the centre of the brain and is involved with long-term memory, forming new memories, and connecting emotions to those memories.
It is difficult for me to believe that my mother’s chronic depression and anxiety did not play a role in her development of early onset Alzheimer’s disease.
Of course, there are plenty of situational reasons for depression, like grief and abuse. But there are also physical, and often treatable, reasons for depression that should not be ignored.
Fortunately, my mother left me with something more important than a legacy of depression. She also left me with a legacy of faith.
It took me a long time to realize that my sensitive nature is not a weakness but a spiritual gift.
A few years ago, my maternal grandmother, concerned over one of my blog posts I’d written about my mother’s illness, remarked that I “sure have some deep thoughts.”
Unfounded worry and anxiety is never helpful.
But is feeling deep emotions a curse? I don’t think so.
Even Daniel, a man of unwavering faith, was deeply disturbed by his prophetic vision from God:
And I, Daniel, was overcome and lay sick for some days. – Daniel 8:27 ESV
Daniel trusted God’s plans but felt deep concern for the Hebrew people. He was overwhelmed with empathy, internalizing the pain and struggles of others, making him an effective leader and minister to his people.
Guarding my heart
Prayer, meditation, exercise, and aromatherapy are great temporary mood boosters. But I’ve found that the best way to beat depression and anxiety is to guard my heart by staying true to myself.
Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life. – Proverbs 4:23 ESV
Writing is how I process these deep, deep feelings. It is my therapy and the truest expression of my heart.
When the #texasstrong fundraiser took on a life of its own, I temporarily lost my truest self to shirt sales and media interviews. I lost my introverted, sensitive self to a fabricated image of trendsetting confidence in the public spotlight.
Transparency in community
But, the truth is, pain and tears aren’t meant to be hidden behind closed doors.
In fact, I believe hiding our struggles is oftentimes dishonest, disobedient to God and detrimental to our health. And it is certainly detrimental to those around us.
What then, brothers? When you come together, each one has a hymn, a lesson, a revelation, a tongue, or an interpretation. Let all things be done for building up. – 1 Corinthians 14:26 ESV
I recently came clean and shared my struggles with depression and anxiety on Facebook, terrified of the negative feedback I might receive.
The response was immediate and overwhelming.
Countless comments and private messages poured in, basically saying, “I struggle with that, too. Thank you for being open about this.”
Yes, we are called to celebrate in community. But we’re also called to struggle in community so that we can build one another up in His name.
We are never truly alone in our pain.
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