How to help

     I was asked what would be helpful during this time from friends and family so this tries to address that.  I can only address what would help me specifically but this may have some helpful hint for others in your life that are dealing with depression or anxiety.
     One of the hardest things for me to do is reach out, ask for help or even talk to people. I isolate, I hide. At church I'm really good at holding up walls, because they won't sneak up behind me, I know they are there.

1. Say hi, say something about the weather, say anything really, just acknowledging my existence is helpful.

2. Call, text or email when you think of it.  I only leave my house when I HAVE to.  I like being around people but I'm too anxious to even go to the grocery store by myself.  I hope this gets better soon but for now I only go places when someone I know is going to be there.

3. Pray and if you find an encouraging verse send it along.

4. Ask before you touch or hug me. I know weird right, I would just rather not have a panic attack.         Right now I'm ok most of the time when I know it's coming but sometimes I'm not.

5.  Don't be afraid of tears.

Truth is meeting someone where they're at is the most helpful thing to do for anyone. When I'm not doing well like now I won't make contact with anyone, I'll wait till they come to me. Since I stand out on the perimeter I just watch as everyone lives their life never engaging just watching.  This then feeds the depression and the really bad thoughts that go with it.

Hope that helps, if not I'll try to answer any questions. I'm trying, and I'm learning. Please remember there isn't a quick fix and the struggle can last years.  Attached is a cartoon of what depression feels like to me, it is my attempt at helping a friend understand, maybe it will help you too.

Observations part 2

This is a second post on observations because if I put everything in one it'd be way too long.

The last workers that I didn't really talk about was the social workers.  They are the unsung workers on that floor. They are in and out talking to people and arranging appointments, finding places for people to live temporarily and getting people ready to go home.
Most people need them, they need a therapist and or psychiatrist and the appointments to be set up for them to be seen. They know people are more likely to go to an appointment that's already been set up then do that themselves. They also know of other resources and groups that target specific people. Anyways their knowledge of what's available in the area is extensive.
When I talked to the one I was assigned she was a bit confused.  I already have a psychiatrist, I already have a therapist, groups are not particularly a good thing for me right now, and I have a great group of supportive friends. So she looked at me and said why are you here? Hopefully to find some medicines that actually work for me.
The days are long even though there's a schedule that they stick to. Meals come close to the same time everyday and you have to tell the tech how much you ate. Ya they keep track of everything. Like if you showered, if you're sleeping, if you attend the group sessions, and what goal you set for the day.
Again, it's a hard place to be, and all the things that people that usually land there don't have I do have. I have friends and family that are supportive understanding and helpful. They watch the kids and make it possible to go to appointments and have play dates so we could talk in person. They also aren't afraid to talk about hard things. I can be real with them and say the ugly thoughts and lies that are going through my head and they don't dissapear, they stay the speak truth they fire back at me and I don't like it all the time but I do appreciate  it.
So being surrounded by people like that how do I still fall so far down, how do I land in the hospital? Good question, it means I'm really really really not doing well, not thinking straight and don't think I can live in the darkness and fear any anymore.

Observations from the BHU

If you know me you know that I watch and observe people places things, well just about everything.  

So here are some observations  about the Behavior health unit:

Their motto is Healing Starts Here.  

There are 20 beds on the unit and it was full most of the time. As soon as someone was discharged the room was cleaned and someone was brought but to fill the vacant place.  

The unit is in the shape of a large U with the bottom and left sides filled with patient rooms. The other side is where the day area nurses station and meeting rooms are. The day area is where pretty much everything happens; eating, group time, spending most waking hours and exercise.  There are two recumbent bikes that only get used by a few people.

  There are a few reasons to be placed in the BHU, chemical dependency, suicidal thoughts or actions, severe confusion, and other risky behavior  (like sleeping in your car when it's 0 degrees out).  Most of the people where there on some sort of chemical dependency and other risky behavior.  A few of us were there because of suicidal thoughts or behaviors and the rest were really confused.  For all of us it was a stopping place without much to do but think or try to avoid thinking.  Most people spent all day sleeping or watching TV every moment there wasn't a group session going on.   I personally don't get watching TV as I don't watch much TV at home and couldn't watch what they were watching because it's too scary, and the shows often hit too close to home.

It's a sad place, people coming off drugs, visibly shaking as they go through withdrawals, others only able to remember their name first and last if you're lucky.  Others were there wishing they were no longer alive, that's the category where I fell. It's a place where hope is needed, and people are searching.  You don't end up there if you're doing well, you end up there when you're overwhelmed and you've lost your way.   So many people never had anyone visit, they stared at the TV day after day hour after hour not finding anything just existing.  I spent my first day mostly sleeping and others spent a lot of time sleeping too, they'd only appear for meals then vanish again.  

The people come from all walks of life though there tend do be several commonalities.  Most had been brought in by the cops on drug charges and this was the place they went before they went to jail. Some didn't have a place to sleep as all the homeless shelters are full and the cops found them and brought them to the hospital. Something I kept hearing over and over is that they'd isolated themselves from almost everyone. In fact there are a couple of social workers that try to aid patients for when they are discharged. They help people find a place to stay, set up counseling appointments or psychiatry appointments, and try to connected them back to friends or family.  

The doctors come around first thing in the morning. I was barley awake and he was asking how i'm feeling, how I slept, what side effects I'm feeling and I am doing my best to respond semi coherently.  I ask a couple of questions and he's off to the next room.  The nurses are in charge of 6 or 7 patients each. They are the ones that give out medicine and get in contact with the doctor if something needs to be changed and since they are around for hours they make observations that can determine whether or not you get to go home.  The techs are the people that hang out most with the patients.  Most of them are fun and have a great sense of humor, I guess you'd have to working around people like me everyday.  There were several staff there still from the last time I was hospitalized back in 2010 and they were exactly like I remembered them.  One in particular I didn't believe could really be that happy/crazy all the time was still there and was exactly the same.  I thought maybe she just hasn't been on this floor that long but I guess if  ten years hasn't changed anything then she must really have that personality. She and another tech on the floor are awesome, they are the go to people if you need anything, and they work so well together it was inspiring to watch. They are both so giving trying to make each others day better by taking 'the worst job' so the other didn't have to then trading off.  You can't help but smile around them.

Stigma

*This was written before the last post but I knew it wouldn't make sense without some history.*

 Why does the current American Christian culture make mental health so taboo? I do realize that our church is an exception to this generalization and I am beyond thankful for that. But, even still we didn't tell the church in general I was in the hospital, only those who asked or really know what's going on have that knowledge. why? Is it because Christians shouldn't ever get to that point? Or you can't see it like you can cancer so it must not be real? I don't know. What I do know is that I am on facebook and I wouldn't dare say anything about it on there for fear of people being mean, intended or not, and most of my friends would call themselves christian. Actually I'm more afraid of the Christians than the non Christians, they see to understand suffering more. So I feel like in America right now Christians can only suffer things that can be seen even if it's only microscopically it can still be seen. Since depression and anxiety can't be seen it must not be a true sickness. If I had a choice do you think I'd be doing this I'd be like this? If I could will myself out of being sad and afraid wouldn't that make life easier? I know that God created our minds to be very powerful and able to think on things that are very complex but we live in a fallen world. So many other things hamper humans that are acceptable whether it be a limb that doesn't work like it should or having an enlarged heart that limits what one can do physically. Why is it when the brain doesn't quite work correctly or has been traumatized that there's something we don't acknowledge as being allowed. We live in a fallen world that makes everything stained in one way or another. Even plants and animals can be diseased so why not the brain? Why is it that only somethings that go wrong with the brain are acceptable but others not? (now speaking on general terms, the church in general)

 The stigma that is applied to depression and anxiety it's labeled as sin* and is evidence that you aren't trusting God enough to handle your problems. Doesn't it then become a faith of works rather than faith and hope in what He has already accomplished? Why is it not allowed? I have no answer but I do know that it means suffering in silence. Less for me this time than last but silence none the less. I'm thankful for great friends who came to the locked down crazy part of the hospital to brighten my day and show me support because I saw others who never had anyone come visit. I don't know what it's like to see someone in there because I've always been the one in there being visited but I know even for me with great supportive friends I have learned it hurts so much to get your hopes up that someone will be coming then finding visiting hours end and no one has come that I didn't expect anyone to come. So on the flip side when I was told I either had a phone call or a visitor that I was to truly thankful that someone would take the time to come see me and spend some time with me when I was hurting the most, or remember to call to see how the day had gone.

 So, how do you start tearing down the walls of stigma that surround depression, PTSD, anxiety, and suicide? One person at a time, one pastor at a time, one church at a time. Maybe if it's talked about more it won't be so scary when encountered but can be dealt with in a helpful manner. I shared my depression cartoon on facebook and it was received alot better than I expected; in fact I don't think I had any negative comments though I did preface it with Thumper's famous quote from Bambi... It took so much effort to do and look 'normal' or 'ok' that I used up all the energy I had when I should have been using it to fight the depression and anxiety. God will continue to give me the strength to fight these battles and I know the hospital is available if I feel like I can't fight any more, but what if someone thinks that's not an option? I don't want to ever go to the hospital again, I mean you read what my last 20 hours were like but, even as crazy as they were I know I will be safe there and they wouldn't allow me to take the easy way out. I know it needs to be talked about more I know Christians in general need better education when it come to this area. I feel so much shame when it comes to this but I know shame is made bigger and scarier until light is shown on it. I know that in the hospital when I had to make the choice is the God someone whom I believe in, honestly really truly believe in and hope in or not I had to speak up. I couldn't sit there with the question on the table of what is the gospel or good news to you and be silent. I couldn't, I believe this God is great and His name should be proclaimed even in the psych ward at the rock bottom, His name, His truth had to be proclaimed. I would have no reason for living if I didn't have hope in God, He is my rock (even if it's at the bottom of the pit) and my salvation is assured in what Jesus accomplished on the cross. Apparently I had to land in the hospital to find out if that's what I truly believed. I'm thankful for that tool I'm thankful I'm still alive I pray for those who heard the gospel that morning and I pray that more Christians will gain a better understanding of all this ugly stuff so those who are experiencing it don't have to suffer in silence.

 Thank you to those who have and are walking through the trenches with me.

 *Disclaimer: I do realize that momentary depression and anxiety can be a result of sin like discontentment and unholy fear. It is not that to which I am referring. I am referring to a state of being that isn't a fleeting feeling. I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, recurrent severe, without psychosis and PTSD. That is what I can speak to as that is what I know.

Catching up

I'm was tired, worn out and at the end of it, it felt like I could no long live like that; I gave up. Backstory: At the beginning of October I went to the True Woman conference in Indianapolis, IN. It was a great conference though not as deep as our group would have liked but we know it was aimed at a crowd of 8000 not our group of 8. As we arrived in this huge building we found out that there was designated seating for those in wheel chairs (one of the great ladies in the group uses a wheelchair) and it was all the way up front. I felt panic, there's no way I could sit up front. Our group split in two and I sat further back but ended up having people that converse with the speaker right behind us. That meant I never knew when talking was coming and I startle very easily. The problem came when I kept telling myself I'm fine and just kept going without acknowledging the feeling of panic inside of me. Late October I finally admit I'm dealing with depression again and go see my doc. The next few months I kept sliding down deeper into depression accompanied but increasing levels of anxiety. I survived a weeks trip to Texas to visit family, but it wasn't easy. Lots of people in small areas and kids all over the place made things difficult. I was so worn out after that trip, the symptoms of PTSD were rearing their ugly heads. I started sleeping even less than I had be before calling 4 hours of broken up sleep a night a good night. The nightmares and flash backs were so bad and so present even during the day light hours that I couldn't escape no matter what I did. I was having panic attacks all the time and I started to convince myself that it wasn't safe to leave my house alone. I wouldn't go anywhere without someone coming with me or knowing that a friend would be where ever it was that I was going. occasionally I'd tell myself that was dumb and go to the store by myself and then end up in so much panic I couldn't function. That's what happened Friday. I had gone to set up picture stuff at church and then went with a friend to target. I was already panicky before going to the store and that continued throughout the shopping trip. We accomplished what we needed to and left the store. I was able to hold it together till I got home where I had a pretty big panic attack. Tobin recognized what was going on and my sweet boy asked if it was a panic attack then proceeded in trying to distract me to help me through it. That night the church was having a dinner gala, so even though it was really early still I decided to go ahead and get ready. I was able to calm down and took some anti-anxiety meds to help. I was determined to be ok so on the way to church I stopped by the store to get the boys dinner, Aaron had offered to go for me but like I said I was determined to be fine. I made it through the evening and took pictures for everyone there. The next morning after another night of nightmares I knew I wasn't ok and I was reaching the bottom. I quickly edited and cropped pictures and sent them out to everyone. I tried working on a puzzle for a while but my head was just full of flash backs and very negative thoughts. I decided to try to take a nap, I did fall asleep but it wasn't restful. I didn't fight my dreams they took over. I was giving up I had no more strength I was done fighting. I texted my friends asking if anyone wasn't too busy then got in the shower. Two responded but one was in Wisconsin the other called and I'm pretty sure I freaked her out as I could hear it in her voice. She convinced me to wake up Aaron and she talk to him about going to the hospital. So we went to the er I knew the drill I've been there before, but I didn't want to talk, I was too tired. After what seemed like a really short stay in the er I was taken up to the behavioral health unit where I was shown my room (a private room with south facing windows) and the day area. I just curled up in bed and cried until they came by to give me some medicine that would help me sleep. I slept that night for a long time, without waking up and with only weird dreams no night mares. I woke up so tired but the dr. wanted to talk to me. We talked and he encouraged me to leave my room and do some of the group activities. I left my room for breakfast and ate a little then went back to sleep. An announcement came over the PA system for spirituality group that was starting in a few minutes. I didn't want to go, I was at the worst place I've been at in years, how could a loving God ignore all the pleas for strength and help that I had made. After a few minutes I told myself to go, after all the dr wanted me to participate. I went, I was late, I found it weird. There was a handout with responsive reading, a gospel passage and a short prayer. We went through those systematically and at the end the chaplain asked what the gospel or good news is to you. Others responded with a response of its what feel good for you and it's what you think right is. I sat there debating in my head. They have no clue what the gospel is, is this something I really believe? because if it is than I can't stay quiet His truth must be proclaimed. So I sat there debating and waiting. I decided, this is the truth, this is what I believe and it doesn't matter that I'm tired, I have to share. I knew I couldn't believe that this God is great and that His name should be proclaimed even in the psych ward. I was at rock bottom, but His name, and His truth had to be proclaimed. I would have no reason for living if I didn't have hope in God. He is my rock (even at the bottom of the pit) and my salvation is assured in what Jesus accomplished on the cross. Apparently I had to land in the hospital to find out if that's what I truly believed. I'm thankful for the hospital being that tool I'm thankful I'm still alive and I pray for those who heard the gospel that morning.

I've been writting...

My last twenty or so hours in the hospital were quite anxiety producing and BLUF I didn't have any panic attacks yay So what all happened... I was sitting in the back corner of the day room and one of the nurses came up to me and told me they were going to change my room because they needed the bed I was in. So I went from the quietest room in the place to the loudest. the unit door opening and closing over and over every waking moment and that door e was heavy so it shook the walls of my room and of course I had the bed closest to the door (yay more fears being hit), but I realized that this was out of my control I could do nothing to change this and freaking out doesn't change the fact that I would now have the first bed right inside the psych unit doors. I dealt with those emotions and feeling and anxiety by writing and as I'm writing the social worker comes up and stays talking to me about being discharged but I'm still visibly upset by someone sitting right next to me so we talked through that a bit and that helped calm me down (yay for distractions). Aaron had stopped by during early visiting hours so that he could see me before he picked up the boys, that was a great distraction and welcome break too. I was then ok till after dinner, the only time I spent in my room that afternoon was to shower so I didn't have any problems with roommates or banging doors. After dinner though one of the elderly ladies on the unit gets loud and repeatedly yells thing over and over and over again and she was doing this quite loudly and the door was still going a lot so I went to the only other area I could which was down a back hallway. I though I'd found the perfect place, no one was there and I could just quietly look out the window and relax. Nope, another patient whom I had avoided have any real conversations with followed me and started a conversation with "Casey I need your phone number", I asked why and she said you see what they're doing here they're trying to poison us give us all these drugs and make it so we can't think our do anything. Conspiracy theorist yes she is, I told her that I didn't believe that's what they were doing and that I believed that they were truly trying to help us get better. She said well god created us with these prefect minds that don't need drugs to operate. I said we live in a fallen sinful world that isn't prefect anymore and I have a genetic predisposition toward depression and life events that gave me PTSD. She asked what and I told her and then she started telling me disgusting things her ex husband did to foster kids while in her care and kept getting closer and closer to me and I calmly had to tell her twice that she was too close and needed to back up which the second time she did. Then we talked about how she said only oils and herbs were things that she would use and I said God created smart people that have developed these drugs to help people and but oils and herbs are great too but they don't always fix the problem. She disagreed and got distracted by a nurse; who she thought was always going through her stuff; and left me alone. A good friend stopped in to see me before Bible study and helped me once again be distracted and calm down. Then I told my nurse about the confrontation and he told me that she was manic and not taking her medicine and if she was told to not do something she'd do the opposite. She wasn't doing anything to me at the moment so he just chilled in the back corner with me. The rest of the evening went by alright I worked on a puzzle that had at least 5 pieces to other puzzles mixed in and went to bed around 1030. I'm thankful that the traffic in and our of that door is at least slow at night so only the brightness of the hall light woke me up a few times when they came to check on us. However, early morning that door gets a workout starting at about 645... so by 715 I had given up any hope of sleeping anymore and a few minutes later they checked vitals and the dr. was there by 730 and told me what I should expect as far as when meds should start to fully take effect. So I got up and around and went to hang out in the day area until breakfast at 8. I had an omelet for breakfast and it was the best meal I had the whole time I was there but it was still powdered eggs, that can't hold anything to my backyard chickens. A bit later my nurse came and chilled by my table asking if i'd had anymore problems with the patient above I said no and asked if I had any questions about going home today. A few minutes later the patient from above came up and stayed going on about how great it was that I homeschooling my kids and I was just thankful my nurse was there and that could limit the things she would say and that she was on the other side of a 6 ft table. I then colored to pass the time until either group started or I was discharged. At one point when I was trying to get a hold of Aaron to come pick me up I was told it would be better if you stayed up in the day area and to have a staff member escort me to my room if I needed something from there. Apparently my roommate was very upset and that was proved by my nurse and I getting briefly yelled at when we walked in the door to get my stuff out of the room so I could be ready to go. So, while the hospital stay was needed it was becoming more stressful and anxiety producing than being home.

Becasue anything less would just be boring

This is one of those days that boring would have been nice...
the recipe:
2 little ones with RSV
1 adult with RSV and a migraine
1 car that won't start
1 trip to the doctor's office
several pharmacies with out the prescribed medicine available

First let dad take the kiddos until the migraine meds take the edge off the migraine
2 comfort little one that was pushed down the stairs by big one
3 make dr.'s appt.
4 find out that the car that's behind the vehicle with the carseats won't start
5 make the two little ones comfy while the two of you work on the cars
6 get that car going, but don't turn it off so the battery can charge
7 get everyone ready to go to the dr's office
8 almost fall on the black ice carrying the little one
9 get to Dr. confirm RSV diagnosis
10 meet dad for lunch with 2 sleepy cranky babies that did rather well
11 find out that most of the pharmacies in the area don't have the perscription available
12 find one that does
13 try to figure out how to pick it up with two napping kids... oh wait... that means I should be napping too
14 skip laundry for the day
15 go take a nap.

bye =)