Most of my early life till arely 30's I was happy as Larry. Everything I did turned to gold. Every job i wanted i just got. Life was great
Then within a week I went from a great life and future to being on a dialysis machine. I soon lost my job, had huge debts , was sick and got to know what depression was. Up until then i just believed anyone with the sulks and depressed attitude was a looser. My opinion was just get over it.
Once I had depression my thoughts changed. At the height of it i could not get out of bed. I would lay in a pitch black sealed room all day and not want to do anything or see anyone. I could not eat. had heart pulpitations. Dry throat and constant sick feeling. As it gets worse you just sink into a deeper and deeper hole. Ok for everyone to say just pick yourself up and do something. When you collapse just walking a few metres.
Fortunately for me my Renal team could see me slipping into a hole of self harm and referred me to a shrink. I had councelling and was placed on anti depressant medication. This no doubt saved my life. That was back in 1993.
I have had a couple of other hits of depression since then but know now how to pick up the signs and get medication. No I do not class myself as a weirdo or some drug taking whacko.
As to what I do when stressed. Walk along the beach. Go camping for a couple of days, and as well i am a cleaning freak.
If i am stressed I start cleaning and organising and thinking as I go.
If my wife comes home and the pantry is empty and I am arranging everything in order and cleaning she asks what is wrong? My wifes friends think this is funny. They say their husbands lay on the lounge and drink all day. So next time I get angry, stressed etc send me to their place for the day
Also tragically a father from my childrens school suicided 2 weeks ago.
He had a blood disease and was getting sicker . We use to talk at school about all the simular treatments we were receiving. eg Infusions, self injections daily, and boxes of medication. And constant exhaustion.
I was away at Fraser Island and had not seen him since returning.
When I questioned a parent as to how he was he told me that he had just had enough and had suicided while I was away
Pretty tragic stuff. Left a wife and 3 children behind.
So if you are lucky enough to be happy that is great.
But do not ever think you will never be depressed .
I use to think that.
Gee Cee
Writing from lunny bin hospital