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August 25, 2014

Do You Have Situational Depression?

 

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The first time I suffered a bout of depression, I was 11 years old.

I didn’t put a diagnostic name to this insidious condition until I was well into my 40s. In fact, I considered the feelings associated with these moments in my life to be more like “occurrences,” or a momentary rupture which was more of a indictment of my own lack of effort to buck up and fly right.

During my fifth grade year, my mother divorced my father. She moved from California to a small town in Missouri, leaving my older sister and I behind to go on a road trip down the coast of Baja, California with our father.

I’d never been away from her before. And I’d never spent that much time directly with my father and sister.

I remember the moving van leaving, then my mother in the passenger seat of her car with her sister driving and my younger sister in the back seat with our tranquilized Siamese cat, who was ensconced inside of a bird cage.

As they drove away, my mother wept (as she often did) and I experienced a sense of terror and despair that I’d never felt before. Usually easygoing, instead I heard myself screaming as I ran beside the moving car, pounding on the window and begging her to stop.

My depression landed in my 11-year-old world when I found myself traveling with my father, who was never a constant or easy figure in my life. I found myself traveling for a full four weeks inside the cab of an El Camino with jugs of water, a Coleman stove and a case of Spaghetti-O’s in the back.

I was feeling a sense of numbness and detachment that I’d never felt before. I remember sleeping a lot and even feeling disengaged to the point of hopelessness. And I was only in fifth grade.

My second direct encounter with depression made an entrance during my first semester of college.

I’d received little guidance or support in choosing a college and found myself in another State (definitely what I wanted), at a private Catholic School (uh, not what I wanted), with my work-study assignment in the cafeteria (my worst nightmare).

Toward the middle of the semester, I started feeling listless. I was a generally adaptable person, yet toward the end of the semester, I found myself lying on my bed for hours, too lethargic to do more than the bare essentials.

I made the decision to transfer out of school at the end of the semester and was able to withstand the verbal thrashing I received from my department head. After I moved back home, I took a full-time job at McDonald’s and went to night classes until I could make a productive choice about a University.

My third prolonged encounter with depression invaded my life during my marriage.

I began to feel the relationship unravel, yet wasn’t in any way prepared to deal with the ramifications. This bout of depression moved in and out like that green slime kids get at the toy store. It felt as though the slime would enter and exit at will. As I think about it, I can say that—for me—depression even smelled like the green goo.

This series of emotional negotiations lasted longer than the others. There were children involved. Promises made, concessions and expectations to be wrangled.

It wasn’t until a couples counselor made the bugle-like announcement that “You’re suffering from depression!” did I ever place my feelings and experiences into that box. In some ways, it was a relief. In some ways, I rejected it. I could see that I wasn’t a person who was perpetually depressed. I seemed to suffer from situational depression.

What did that mean to me? It played out as feelings of clinical depression based upon my inability to allow myself to speak—and act upon—my truth. Without justification. Without self-flagellation. Without putting everyone’s expectations in front of my own.

When I found myself unable to step out of a confining situation, that’s when I would experience very real depression.

What I continue to discover is that this type of depression is extremely widespread.

These feelings exist in the lives of high-functioning people who you’d never suspect would suffer from the debilitating, internal, soul-crushing numbness that they carry around with them.

With the current conversation about depression heating up, it’s useful to acknowledge the myriad of expressions of it, how it infiltrates all ages, and why it’s important to grapple with ways to overcome its debilitating grip.

I don’t have a list of “Five Easy Steps to Eliminate Depression” for you. Yet I’ve found that when I’m feeling this way, I ask myself this simple question. Then, I have to be brave and courageous enough to answer it and do something about it:

“What are you depressing—what are you holding down in your life?”

Only when I allow myself to embrace inevitable change and growth do the fumes of depression escape from their holding tank and evaporate into nothing.

 

Relephant:

How Depression Serves Us.

 

What is it Really like to be Depressed (And why You need to Know it). 

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Jennifer Lopez Apr 28, 2019 8:38pm

There’s a distinct difference, in my view, between major depressive disorder and “the blues.” This was an interesting read – but while we all have different experiences, I’m just leary of anything that might cause readers to discount a friend or loved one’s depression. Acceptance and validation is already difficult to find for those with any form of mental illness, and I would hate for a friend of mine, for instance, to come away from reading this article believing that I’m “just upset because life sent going well.” JMHO

l.hi Apr 27, 2019 2:45am

Those A-Ha moments that are often spoken about- I just had one- at 4:43 in the morning, because I can’t sleep……..
” Unable to step out of a confining situation” – This is me, through out my life- sometimes reasons are out of my control, sometimes in my control but I was /am afraid, and sometimes I just don’t know what to do.

Stacy Ritter Apr 25, 2019 3:55pm

I have suffered from this myself. In fact, I am just coming out of a bout with it. I always feel that I am wallowing in self pity at these times because other people have it so much worse, but my therapist advises me that it’s all relative and we are all entitled to our own pain. While that is a difficult place for me to get to, I do understand that concept and am trying to embrace it. Thank you for reminding us we are never alone; there is always someone else experiencing the same feelings if for different reasons.

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