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Are You Depressed?

October 4, 2012

I feel like I am about to write copy for an anti-depressant commercial. Are you depressed? Trouble sleeping? Find you can’t focus? Find you feel like shit when you have no viable reason to, and in fact, anyone would think you insane for admitting it?

Depression confession from 10,000 feet: I have been struggling lately.

It’s like I am carrying a bunch of plastic (yes, plastic) shopping bags and they are digging  into my arm and cutting off the circulation and then they all start to get twisted up. Has that ever happened to you? (I know, most of you don’t use plastic, but you can imagine right?) There’s a lot of heavy things in the plastic bags and finding a way to carry them all with the skinny handles is nearly impossible and a more than a little frustrating. Its like at once I am carrying the plastic bags and I am the plastic bag hanging on to an arm for dear life.

So put them down for a moment. There in the parking lot. Since I am the plastic bag and also carrying it (stay with me on this metaphor for a moment) I am at once free and yet utterly alone, there in a parking lot.

And its a little overwhelming.

That’s what I have done. Or what I want to do. Trying to put down some of my load. In a parking lot. In a blog post. Anywhere really.

I suffer from depression. Or I have suffered. Which is it? Past tense? Present?

Let me be frank: I am slipping a little lately. So is it present tense? Maybe. Do I acknowledge it and then shift my thoughts, creating new mantras such as I am happy! I am free of depression! Or do I sit quietly on this airplane and contemplate it?

What does that even mean, depressed? Is it something I have been told (yes!) or something I know deep in the labyrinth of my body, in my DNA (also yes!)?


Noun: A complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one’s way; a maze.

An intricate and confusing arrangement.

(Sounds like the human mind, no?)

From the time I can remember I have felt a certain sadness that I could never explain to anyone, a dead part inside of me that made pretend I was sick and stay home from school (even in kindergarten) so I could eat cream cheese and olive sandwiches and watch tv with my mom. During college, I would leave NYU during the weekends to go back to Cherry Hill, NJ, a one and a half hour ride on the Peter Pan Bus, so I could be at home, safe from the slick world of New York City and all the food choices. And from feeling anything except hunger. Perhaps that is how I fell in love with anorexia, it allowed me to stop feeling such a nothingness. I replaced nothingness with anxiety and hunger but I no longer felt depressed, per se.

The point is, here I am on a plane flying to Miami. My life is great. I have nothing to complain about. I am happily married. I am successful. I am healthy. So, what is it?

What is this demon? 

This is what happens. I sit down and I can’t get up. I am superglued to my chair and I cannot go anywhere, I cannot do anything until the minutes turn into days and the days into years. Since I can remember dreaming I have had various forms of the very cliche tidal wave dream. So I sit in my chair, superglued there like that and the tidal wave swallows me. 13 years of my life passed in this salt water until I was spit back onto the shore and discovered my calling to which I responded as if it was literally calling me on my iPhone. Yes, I hear you, my dharma! I’m here. I’ve emerged from the depths of Hell and I am here to inspire and write and teach yoga and travel and be happy.

Except the thing is sometimes I feel like a liar.

Sometimes it’s like the anatomy of the impossible and I find myself on a chair, superglued there, glassy eyes, a deep nothingness setting in like it’s missed me and had to be close to my heart again.

What it feels like is that my insides are collapsing upon themselves boneless as wool. The outside of me is pushing its way in. The outside of everything is pushing its way in. The noise, the cars, the people, the fears, the future, the past.

What do you have to be blue about? a friend asked me on the phone a couple weeks ago.

Nothing. Not a damn thing. My life is amazing.

So what is wrong with my mind? Is it broken? Is there a hole somewhere? Can I fix it with yoga or prayer or rewiring my thoughts or wine or laughter or sleep or sex?

I try all. Trust me. I sleep like a dog in summer. I drink wine. I do yoga. I teach yoga! I am mindful of my thoughts (most days.)

It’s not enough. I must dig deeper.

What is triggering me? What situations am I putting myself in? Who am I surrounding myself with? What am I allowing myself to think and say after the words I am?

I must get a hammer and chisel away at the bone until I find the piece I am looking for. It is that part of me that sometimes goes missing. The stray piece that feels like smiling isn’t a chore, the piece that wants to answer the phone and talk, the piece that gets up off the chair and does things out in the world, things with other people even.

I am not saying it will ever go away 100% or that I even want it to. Claire Danes character on Homeland (my obsession) got her brain zapped. She literally got electric shock so she could deal with being bipolar. (No, I would never do that and no I am not bi-polar.)

This rogue part of me is where art is born and where I write. But enough is enough. I am driving the boat. Me! Not my so-called depression. Not my sadness. Not my mood. Not my apathy. Not my ego.

Aphrodite and the other Greek gods were not the only ones who had split personalities. We all do! (Or at least I do.)

Here is the truth: There are two of me. (Possibly three or four.) As it was with others before us.

The battle in me looms like an uncertain diagnosis, luckily I am armored with my bow and quiver. Some days I sway, these passions of the heart- so fickle, so tenuous. These feelings of sadness, of emptiness will be taken down by me and my bow and arrow.

Until then, I will leave you with this.

Today I feel good. Right now I feel good. My life is amazing and I am happy.

Right now, in this moment, there is no missing part of me.

There is nothing missing.

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  • Reply Mantha October 4, 2012 at 11:13 am

    Depression is the monster hiding under my bed. Sometimes when I least expect it, it rears its ugly head bringing anxiety and darkness with it. I try remember that I have vanquished the monster before and will do so again and that the light is never really gone.

  • Reply Paige (Willow) October 4, 2012 at 11:20 am

    Keep finding your way in Jennifer. I love when you write. You give a sense that it is not the end even when it feels like it. You give hope in your words. We get so damn stuck in our minds. I have learned through meditation to start feeling these “little depressions” in my body. Feeling where they land in my body. Feeling that they are okay and safe in my body. Breathing in, that everything is as it should be. Balance. Everything is alright. I know it sounds yoga-ish, but it works.
    I always long to give you a big hug. So I will beam them up to the sky and hope you feel me from afar. You have lifted me numerous times and it’s only proper to reflect back to you. If we shall ever meet, I have the lovliest painting for you. It is the most beautiful of colors and always reminds me of lightness and hope which is what you share with your heartfelt words. Travel safe. xoxo

  • Reply Nicjane October 4, 2012 at 11:55 am

    Bravo. It’s like you’re in my head, this is exactly how I feel. Is it past tense or present? Will we ever know? I don’t think so. I too, feel pretty good today and I’ll take that, but it is a hard struggle. Bravo for speaking up, for putting your thoughts into words publicly. It’s through this that people will learn to break through the stigma and get or give the help that’s needed. This is real, and you’re not a liar. You’re an independent, free thinking woman who is helping herself by helping others. I applaud you!

  • Reply Lauren Brannon October 4, 2012 at 12:05 pm

    Jen all I can say is you are NOT alone in this and you worded this perfectly. Sometimes nothing is wrong but it feels wrong. Ive learned to just sit with it accept it comfort it and then just DO something and move on. I struggle the same demon and have just accepted that its a struggle of mine. I have just learned to not give it that must weight because it is what it is. It cant control me its just something thats a part of me. I read everything you write and miss you so much! 🙂 love you lots.

  • Reply meridith October 4, 2012 at 12:39 pm

    Beautifully written Jennifer. Sending love to you.

  • Reply greg October 4, 2012 at 12:53 pm

    I need someone to talk to.

  • Reply barbarapotter October 4, 2012 at 1:06 pm

    My heart swells that you can write and let the world know that you have these feelings. I know they will pass and come and go again. I know they will never take you down. Your writing is a gift and an sword to beat it down. Also remember as you say that there is no such thing as perfect and sometimes depression finds its way through the cracks; and, you won’t pretend to the world that you are so solid it can’t find it’s way in. As surely as it will find it’s way out:) You are amazing, love you.

  • Reply jill October 4, 2012 at 1:31 pm

    wow- beautiful

  • Reply Tina October 4, 2012 at 4:01 pm

    Many of us suffer from depression. I think a lot of times its hormone related or something as simple as remembering the past and not putting it behind us. What helps me is surrounding myself with positive, encouraging friends, avoiding alcohol, eating healthy and exercising. I also have strong faith and do not worry about my future because only God is in control. On tough days, put a stop to your negative thoughts and do something you love. Lots of love to you! 🙂

  • Reply Melissa Noguchi October 4, 2012 at 5:36 pm

    Even when we know in our heads we’re not alone, it feels like we are. But then someone comes along and perfectly puts to words what you’re feeling, and for that instant there’s a profound knowledge that you’re not alone. This post made me cry – you could have been inside my head when you wrote it. Thank you for sharing.

  • Reply Tina October 5, 2012 at 8:44 am

    I wanted to thank you for being so vulnerable and honest. I also wanted to share this with you in case you ever need a quick boost: https://calmingmanatee.com/

  • Reply nancy rattle October 6, 2012 at 12:48 am

    dearheart … welcome to real life! We already understand you’re a survivor, a warrior woman. Have faith … it will be and you will be.

  • Reply Kara Stierman August 2, 2013 at 3:48 pm

    Also being a person who suffers from depression and has for many years I get this post. Anyone who has this condition should. I am not ashamed to say I’ve taken antidepressants for the past nearly 12 years. They have saved my life or to not be so dramatic have most certainly improved it so I could focus on other life challenges. 😉 one this I have learned this past year is this: I no longer have to run, hide, medicate by shopping, eating, emotional turmoil and the like. It is OK to feel bad now and again. I just sit with it. Maybe I journal. But I don’t feel I need to hide it. I’m not happy and feeling great all the time. I think that’s ok 🙂 peace! Xo!

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