Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Friday, 27 November 2020

Lillekat’s Lockdown List

It’s been a heck of a year hasn’t it? I remember that fateful day in March when we were planning a “system test” of working from home and suddenly we were all in lockdown and there wasn’t anyone in the park. Queuing for the supermarket, no loo roll, learning the intricacies of Teams and the way Zoom cut out after 45 minutes. Ahh halcyon days.
After a while I began to try and adopt some better habits which I think have kept me <mostly> sane throughout this time, and in case this might prove handy to you, I’ve decided to share. Think of it as my gift to you ;)

Here we go with Lillekat’s Lockdown List
  • Finding mindfulness works for me, I’ve been trying to incorporate it into my day. For something that literally takes 10 mins, it’s amazing how hard it can be to “find time” to do it. But I try. If you fancy giving it a go, I use the Calm app which works for me. 
  • I get dressed every day. And pop on the old make up and do my hair. Casual dress, but I can go out at the drop of a hat. Oh and I wear a bra. Every day. 
  • This is the big one. Get outside. The beast and I go for a walk every day. In the summer months it was a happy stroll, at least twice a day, but as she refuses to go out after dark, we have a definite walk in the morning and I try to get out at lunch time too. 
  • I try and get up the same time every day. Don’t always manage it as I’m naturally lazy and the meds make me sleepy but having a routine is important to keeping your cool
  • Thinking of routine, I shower every morning. It wakes me up and as I often find one of the first things to go in depression is personal hygiene, it’s a good check on my mood.
  • I work from home. I’m lucky to have a study, but having a specific area you go to to work is important. Staying in bed or snuggled on the sofa doesn’t give enough delineation between work and fun.
  • Stay in touch. Even I, an anti social so and so, have zoom calls, phone calls, text chums and keep attached with social media. Otherwise you end up have philosophical debates with your dog #nojudgement

i think I was made for lockdown- it suits me and my temperament. You might not be so lucky. Do what you need to do to stay sane and if my little lockdown list helps at all, then that is a bonus.

Stay safe everyone.


Sunday, 11 October 2020

World Mental Health Day 2020

It kinda feels like we should have had several mental health days this year, 2020 being the dark year of doom! This year we need to band together and look after each other more so than ever before.

My employer takes the mental health of its workers very seriously and we had a terrific afternoon conference with speakers both from our own and from external. And yours truly was one of said speakers. The theme was Mental Health and Lockdown. And this is what I said. Please forgive spelling and grammar as I’m sure you will.


I was diagnosed in my teens with bipolar disorder or manic depression as it was called then. It wasn’t a surprise. I’d had periods of hyperactivity and low mood and I was genetically inclined towards getting it. I was in fact third generation, my aunt and grandmother also being bipolar
However, it wasn’t until 2007 that I began to be medicated. Prior to that I had been prescribed anti-depressants for the dips but my highs were hypomanic rather than full on mania meaningthat while I was super buzzed, I was able to channel it into my work. My partner called it “getting lost in the matrix” I was working on my masters at the time and would often spend days programming and then not have a clue how I’d managed to achieve the results. Poor decision making is a textbook symptom, either because you assume you’re invincible or you just don’t care about consequences. So there are often apologies following a high episode, and attempts to reconnect after withdrawing dice to a low. This started to scare me a bit as I began to feel excluded from my friends. Cue the famous phone call “are you coming to the pub or are you being boring?”
 
As these things do, my episodes got worse. I would have irrational ideas about adventures; buying a house in and moving to Bulgaria, starting a business, buying several houses in the UK. Then, in 2007 I crashed big time. My partner came with me to the doctor and encouraged me to tell him everything. The highs and the lows as well as my family history. The result was a mood stabiliser combined with an antidepressant.
It took a few goes around the medication merry go round to find the cocktail that worked for me but, since then I have taken the same combination with a few small changes in quantity over the years.
At that time, I decided that children weren’t going to be on the cards. I was terrified of being a manic parent or saying to my child “mummy can’t play with you today”. Having heard what my mother and aunt went through with my grandmother, I knew it wouldn’t be fair. I am a fabulous aunt though.
There are side effects and currently I have the odd hand tremor, I get tired more easily, I have put on weight and I have fabulous acne that I missed out on completely as a teenager. I am also an utter lightweight when it comes to drinking alcohol, so much so that I have practically given it up as a bad job!
I have pondered changing the meds, but these ones work and I would need several months to experiment and get used to new ones. Right now I don’t think it’s worth it.
 
Because I get so tired, I’ve had to learn what I need in my life in order to remain balanced.
I know in myself when my moods or behaviours are becoming unstable and I usually react by removing myself from the situation and taking a break. In the past I was ashamed - uncomfortable about what I needed, preferring instead to have “a cold”, “24 hour bug” “stomach problems” etc.
I was brought up to “get over it” – My father’s response to me being given anti-depressants was “Can’t you just pull yourself together”? Which I think is a common reaction to mental health problems. But as someone who was unable to get up washed and dressed for three months I can tell you that every single person with a mental health condition wishes it was that easy. 
We don’t want to be singled out for being “crazy” or “sickly”.
About 7-8 years ago I began to do a lot more reading around Bipolar and of course Stephen Fry was also becoming very vocal at that time. I started to feel more comfortable in myself and I realised I was doing myself a disservice and so I came “out” and I began to be open and honest about my condition. It is part of me, like some of you are asthmatic or diabetic.
And there are positive sides as well as the more well-known negatives. Creativity, empathy and a passion for process and plans are often more prevalent in people with Bipolar Disorder and who can argue that they are bad things?
 
I am lucky to have supportive managers who make it easy for me to take a break when necessary, to reboot and reset myself. I’m able to say “I need a break” and no one bats an eye! When I told them I was doing his call, my line manager said “Well done – you are brave” and my senior manager sent me an email saying “thanks for being comfortable to share your story” Their support means the world so thank you both.
 
I am now open about my mental health to friends, family and my work colleagues. I use social media to discuss mental health in general and my condition in particular, I have a blog where I share my experiences and pondering and I’m an active member of a local mental health group. 
By wearing my condition on my sleeve, I can support other colleagues including those not in my immediate team. A colleague who had had a less than supportive response from their line manager, was able to talk to me freely and hopefully I’ve been able to make them feel less alone, whilst maybe even helping to educate the line manager.
 
Lockdown brought its own set of concerns. When under stress, I can misread situations and not respond in what’s considered an acceptable manner. I might not have the usual filters when communicating with someone or I may not pick up on nuance. One of the first things to go is my filter followed by the arrival of paranoia. A terrific combination for anyone trying to be professional. My team know this about me so are able to send me messages to help me bring myself back on track.
 
This can of course be exacerbated by meetings taking place over Teams! I am a routine led person, someone who is a BIG fan of process and plans and I don’t react well to change. And I do not like surprises. In fact my sm walked over to me when I was concentrating just to say hi in the good old days when I was in the office. My scream could be heard across the building. 
 
Throughout Lockdown we have made every effort to have a Teams call at least once a day to give everyone the opportunity to talk if they wanted to. We also do a daily temperature check (not for Covid!) so that the team can assess their mood with a score of between 1 and 10. It’s been a way of us bonding together over a lower score or celebrating a high score. Knowing the team were all looking out for each other we were able to make it work using teams and email as well as having a “non work” what’sapp group – A place to let off steam safely.
Talking with my team about my condition and associated issues gave them the courage to share their own anxieties or struggles and it’s made us stronger as a team. By having an open conversation, we have learned things about each other that make us better able to understand each-other and have improved our working relationship. For me, it’s meant that they are able to nudge me if they notice a change or unusual behaviour from me, meaning I have a true support network at work as well as at home.
 
I wanted to join this call as promoting mental health is so important to me and I hope that sessions like this will spark communication and encourage people to feel like they can talk about mental health and ask questions. I am always happy to answer any questions or discuss any concerns you might have. It’s only by sharing, like we are doing today, that we can overcome the stigma of mental health

Friday, 18 September 2020

Feeling fat

“Move it fatty”
The call of the driver as he whizzes past me whilst I cross the road. A flippant comment for him that I’m sure he hasn’t thought about since. But it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the rest of my day. Despite knowing he’s an ass and not worth my concern, my anxiety and inner child alas, refuse to take my advice. And so we find ourselves here. Pondering my feelings and sharing them with you.

I have always had a strange relationship with my weight. As a teenager I was slim. Really slim. I know I was slim because my parents told me so many many times. And I wanted to stay slim. A set of scales in my bedroom let me run the check every day. Under 8 stone = good. Over and no food for me for that day. Later on I resorted to amphetamines to keep my figure at that slimmer level.

It took many years before I got free of both the addiction and the dealer. The downside was an ever increasing lillekat.

Diets followed. Weightwatchers - Check. Slimming World - Check. Keto - check. My fitness pal - Check. Some worked for a while. Some not so much. And yet here I am, still curvier than I’d like and obviously not comfortable with it.

So what is the answer? Well, have you thought about eating less and exercising more? Ha ha I never thought of that. A couple of my conditions don’t help. Don’t get me wrong, the biscuits and the chocolate are the biggest culprits but an under active thyroid and a regular lithium intake don’t make it any easier. Maybe I should just come to terms with it. Anyone know how I do that?

And to the aforementioned driver? I hope that when you sleep a spider makes his way into your mouth. And you wake up.

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

A good support network is like a good bra...

It's been a while, I know, poem notwithstanding. I have been pretty poorly having had a major depressive episode that I am only just now coming out of (3 months later). Throughout this time I have been totally reliant on my husband-carer and my support network, and they have been terrific. The doc did his bit, but as this episode has a very definite cause, there wasn't much he could do, apart from give me the necessary certificates.

Having a support network is a vital part of crawling out of a bipolar hole. From the friend who said "Come for dinner. You don't even have to stay and chat, just come and eat." To the chum who texted me all through the day to make sure I was awake alive and aware. From all my onine chums, making me laugh and feel like i belong, to the chum who kept me up to date with what was going on at work and sent me such lovely messages. These are the people who help you to see a better day is on its way. They are also a support network to Bear, taking him out when he needs to get away from the sobbing ball of snot, offering an ear and a beer!

I'm slowly becoming myself again. Taking each day as it comes. Sometimes I have rubbish nights which lead to "small" days, where everything is difficult and tiring. But they are getting fewer and I can usually see them coming.

It is thanks to Bear and my wonderful support network that I am here today. And that I can smile. You are the bra of my emotions: soft, supportive, you give me shape and Bear hope, and you're a relief to get rid of at the end of the day!!

Friday, 1 February 2013

Can't you just pull yourself together?

I've had a mini episode this week, blessedly short but quite acute which, I suppose, is better than long and chronic. Now I'm coming out of the low, I find myself plagued with guilt and shame. How could I have allowed this to happen? Surely I could have got my shit together enough to go to work? To get through. Couldn't I, in fact, as my father used to say, pull myself together a bit?

It is extraordinarily difficult for a non sufferer to understand what a depressive episode can mean. For me, just getting out of bed is a trial, I'm always so tired. Getting dressed is nigh on impossible. The desire to wash, cook, clean, talk all gone. As is my attention span. I find I cannot concentrate on anything for more than 10 minutes, if that. Coupled with feelings of worthlessness and despair and topped off with the unfortunate tendancy to cry all the time, it is not easy to do anything, let alone buck up enough to simulate normality.

I have spent days in my pyjamas, shaking with fear at the sound of the windw cleaner, dreading a knock at the door, a telephone call. Even texts and are frightening. Who is it? What do they want and what must they think of me? I have promised the Bear that I will never turn my phone off as he wants to check on me. But I do go to Do Not Disturb mode and hide notifications so tht I can psych myself up to check.

And now I'm crawling back to normality, although I still shake when sending a text to anyone but my nearest and dearest. I still feel like I've let everyone down. Could this have been prevented? Possibly. It was most likely a combination of a delayed response to something that happened at work, added into other work issues and us taking on a hugely stressful house/mortgage combo. I probably could have dealt with one, maybe even two but all three did for me. But do I avoid potentially stressful situations on the offchance my psyche might kick me in the head? If that is the suggested option I say pffftt to it. I will continue to live, to love, to be passionate about what I do and the things or people I love, to be utterly bonkers in every way. Yes I run the risk of horrible weeks like the one just gone (and it was horrible) but I have an excellent doctor and a wonderful man who take good care of me. I think I'll just try and keep the mega stresses to one or two in future.