Tell myself I'm depressed. Sounds weird, but it helped me through my last depression - which was the hellish mixed-state type, with insomnia, racing thoughts, high energy etc... The best thing I could do to keep myself from doing something stupid was just to tell myself I was ill and that I was going to get better and these these thoughts and feelings were just an illness that would pass. And I was right.
Find meaning in your depression. Stopped practicing my religion when I got depressed, but I retained my belief. We Catholics do a thing when where we "offer up" our sufferings to Jesus, that is unite them to his sufferings on the cross. My depression left my fath in Christianity stronger because I could see that however bad I felt, I know that the Lord God had felt the same and worse in his passion and betrayal - and that is a not inconsiderable comfort.
I love this verse from T.S.Eliot in relation to depression:
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Self-pity is a natural emotion to have and you shouldn't beat yourself up over it. I freely admit I indulged in self pity when I was depressed, but frankly if you have Manic Depression you're entitled to a certain degree of self-pity. Just try and not let it get in the way of your life - turn your self pity into self respect. You have a serious disability that no-one else can every truely see or understand, but you're going to get on with your life despite of it. It sounds harsh, but if you have Manic Depressiona and you haven't killed yourself you are a strong person. Give yourself respect.
I know i am very late in writing this, but when i first received it, i simply did not have the mental energy to express what your words did for me.
Now that i am feeling better, i am able to express myself more clearly.
Let me just say that what you said...even the t.s elliot quote, was exactly what i needed to hear. I love elliot and literature....that was my major in college so it's something i very much identify with. I cut and pasted that quote and want to tape it on every wall in my apt. for the next time i experience a funk.
I was raised catholic and though my spiritual conversion/growth occurred within protestant circles, i now feel more drawn to the gems i've rediscovered within catholocism. There are pros and cons on both sides i think and for me it's not that i feel like i have to choose to be on a certain team.....i mean, the invisible body of christ will always be kept alive by the holy ghost in each individual. We all are aliens and will one day be united in him in complete harmony so that's something to look forward to.
Anyway, i feel very much at home in the catholic family and your wisdom and words attests to the spirit of christ....the fragrance of him living in you. You made me feel "OK" to feel what i was feeling regarding self pity. I do have a right and god wasn't asking me to "look on the bright side".....there is suffering and darkness and lament and loss that christ experienced in gethsemane and at calvary. He must have been greatly saddened by his lot even though he knew it would prove glorious later......even though he had the foreknowledge (being god) that he would soon know exhultation and ressurection.........however, (and this is a big however), he was also fully human and, being human, he experienced the "then and now" sting of pain and darkness. He could imagine the future, but how difficult it must have been for him to concentrate on future glory when the excrutiating and indescibable torture of flesh impaled on wood was ever before him. How he struggled to catch his breath....with each gasp, his lungs collapsed...he had to continually decide whether to not breath or push himself into his wounds, while all around him were jeers and tears and the loss of his people's inheritance. Yet, He somehow had the presence of mind to not condemn his condemers (the pharisees) but instead, remarkably showed mercy where mercy wasn't deserved. Then at some point, towards the end, we are told he said: "my god, my god...why have you abandoned me?" He, for some reason, felt this. If he did, he, of all people, why would it be absurd for me to feel it when going through a particularly painful experience? I can't compare my pain to his....his was far greater than mine because, though he was god, he was also bound by human flesh and was wronged like no other man in history could have ever been wronged. Humanity killed their God, but their dying God gladly took on the garment of heaviness for their sake. So how much sense it makes to me what you practice....to offer up our sufferings to his cross and share together with him in his sufferings. When i began to do this, i did not feel such self pity, but felt a great burden lifted from me....my burdens were lighter because now he (the christ) was not only giving me his, but helping to carry mine through the nails and wounds of the cross. I cry out: "intra tua vulnera, absconde me: Within thy wounds, abscond me.".....these words are ever before me....a verse from one of my favorite catholic prayers.....that well known, unknown-authored prayer:
Anima Christi, sanctifica me.
Soul of Christ, sanctify me.
Corpus Christi, inebria me.
Blood of Christ, inebriate me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Water from the side of Christ, wash me.
Passio Christi, conforta me.
Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
O bone Iesu, exaudi me.
O good Jesus, hear me.
Intra tua vulnera absoconde me.
Within thy wounds, hide me.
Ne permittas me separari a te.
Separated from thee let me never be.
Ab hoste maligno defende me.
From the malignant enemy, defend me.
In hora mortis meae voca me.
At the hour of death, call me.
Et iube me venire ad te,
To come to thee, bid me,
Ut cum Sanctis tuis laudem te
That i may praise thee in the company
in saecula saeculorum.
Of thy Saints, for all eternity.
Thank you gibbon, for helping me in my burden and conveying to me the message God was trying to get through to me. You are a good messenger and bringer of good news. Bless your feet and mouth and obedience. To remind me that it is a strenth that i haven't killed myself did wonders for my self perspective. By the grace of God, i am alive and well. God will teach me character and resisliance after all and for this, i find inexpressable, inexplicable joy even in the midst of dread and doom. Who can do this, but our God?
