You Aren’t Alone
20 Feb 2012 14 Comments
in Survival Tags: childhood, death, depression, loss, music, the life of erin
From the age of eleven I felt depression weighing me down every day, but it wasn’t diagnosed until I was sixteen. Why? I thought it was normal to feel that way.
I’d always felt sad as a kid but I could live with it. Then when I got into my double digits it became a lot bigger because people in my family were dying, and so I thought that death was the reality of life. I thought that when you grow up, your loved ones die. Due to bad genes or bad luck, my family members died early and so I had to grow up too fast.
And the first clue I had to knowing that something was wrong with me was my level of functioning. It was so hard to get up, go to school, face the day, face my parents, face the world. I thought all of the adults around me felt equally terrible but that there was something wrong with me because I let my terrible feelings take over. I wasn’t handling them right. I wasn’t a strong person, I was too sensitive.
Looking back I know that those feelings weren’t normal. They were a sign that there was something wrong in my life and in my brain chemistry. But as a kid, you think that your family is the world. That everyone else’s family is just like yours, or that they could be, if their relatives died.
I feel SO sad when I write this, and I feel angry. I think to myself that if I spend every day of the rest of my life trying to get the message across to kids and teens that they aren’t alone, and it gets through to one person, then my life, all this fighting, will be worth it. I never want to let myself forget how alone I felt growing up.
And then I think, well, what could anyone have done to help me, anyway? My parents were trying their best, and no one could magically stop my family members from dying. Being diagnosed with depression earlier might have helped me feel less alone but it wouldn’t have eased the pain much at all. I think I knew that deep down when I was eleven. I knew that we were all helpless little ants on a doomed planet.
I believe that every kid feels really fucking alone sometimes. Some feel more alone than others, but especially those of us who feel really deeply, that aloneness is part of our existence. But as a kid, that aloneness is so scary. When I think back to how much pain I was in at eleven, I cannot believe I got through it. Honest to God, I can’t believe I did.
So what helped? Waiting. Taking it day by day. And music.
See, my dad is really into music and as a kid he’d give me cassette tapes of bands he thought I’d like. I had Queen and Michael Jackson, and would listen to their music and stare out by bedroom window. Then my shitty little tape deck stopped working. I told my dad and he didn’t say anything really. I was disappointed.
Then one night after dinner my dad told me to go upstairs and pull down my blind in my bedroom window. I was in the middle of doing homework or something and was like, “Why?” He told me again, strictly, to do it. So I stomped up the stairs feeling totally pissed off and opened my bedroom door to find the blind already down. What the–?
Then I saw it. A brand new stereo was on my shelf. It was huge compared to my last one and it played CD’s. It wasn’t my birthday or anything, it was November, so nothing special was going on that would warrant presents. But there it was. And that changed everything for me.
Later my dad would confess to me that my mom was angry that he’d spent like $200 randomly on me so close to Christmas. But it was right when my aunt was dying and the timing could not have been better.
My dad was part of this music club where they’d send you a pamphlet of all the latest CD’s and if you bought like three from them over the year you got ten free. So I’d pick out bands I’d heard of or whose cover art I liked and my dad would give those free CD’s to me.
And so R.E.M. got me through. Our Lady Peace and Oasis. Sarah McLaughlin. I never felt safe enough to tell people just how alone I felt at that time, and I didn’t feel safe enough to cry. I was emotionally fucked but I had music, and so I’d put on my stereo and turn it up so loud that all of my feelings got a little quieter in comparison. And my parents never told me to turn my music down, ever. Not once.
So I guess my advice to you, if you’re one of those people who feel really alone and feel like no one can help you, is to find some sort of outlet for your feelings. Find music you love, find books and find sports or whatever your heart is drawn to and surround yourself in it. Fill up your days with your passions and if you do that, then the days will be easier to get through and the nights might not feel so dark. Keep doing what you love, dream about a better life, and just hang on until you feel safe enough to talk to someone.
And when you find the right person they will help you. You’ll still have your passions but then you’ll have a person or a network of people who can fill in those times when your passions can’t drown out your pain. And when those supportive people in your life can’t be with you for whatever reason, you’ll have your passions. Switch back and forth between the two, or better yet, keep faith that you’ll meet someone who not only understands you but loves the things that you love too.
When you feel alone, remember that human beings have felt deep horrifying pain for thousands of years. They found a way to cope by making music, making art, building castles and inventing the lightbulb. They used their pain and passions as fuel for the journey. They make great fuel.
The Saddest of the Sad
12 Dec 2011 15 Comments
in Survival Tags: change, hope, hospital, music, the life of erin
It hurts. It hurts a lot. Unlike physical pain, emotional pain always feels the same to me once it reaches a certain intensity. It’s the heartache that feels woven into the muscles pumping blood through my heart, both sustaining and destroying me.
I spend so much time fighting my pain every day that I get exhausted. By four o’clock today I couldn’t fight it anymore so I put on my “Saddest of the Sad” playlist. It’s my longest playlist, with ninety-seven songs. Every sad song I’ve connected with. I curled up on the couch and listened to the songs on shuffle. The Velvet Underground turned to the Smiths, on to Wilco, bands that I still listen to on a regular basis.
Then came Silverchair’s Suicidal Dream and Hurt by Nine Inch Nails (both triggering, so no links from me but look them up if you are feeling safe and want to). Throw in some Jack off Jill and it made me remember my first year in and out of the hospital, when I realized that my pain was an illness that my therapists thought they knew. And they didn’t know it, they had no idea what MY pain felt like, but those musicians understood. Our Lady Peace helped me hang on with the lyrics, ““
Still on shuffle, my iPod played Sarah McLaughlan and I remembered my pain when I thought it was only grief over deaths in my family. Sarah McLaughlan’s voice was my first comfort and I’d forgotten how soothing her voice is. made me remember how I felt after my friend Darlene committed suicide. The guilt I had, the fear and pain of being stuck in a life I didn’t want but knew I could not give up.
reminded me of bringing up Donnie Darko in a writing class I took. I tested the waters to see if there was anyone in the room like me but the only response I got was nervous laughter at the darkness of my poetry.
Third Eye Blind, Azure Ray, the Cure, Bird York, Radiohead…these bands know my pain better than I do. The songs on shuffle made me jump back and forth as far back as my first interest in music. It’s no coincidence that we turn to music as we become teenagers.
My pain feels too familiar for me to cope with sometimes but when I look back through my years of suffering I realize that although the pain hasn’t lessened very much, I have survived a lot of it. Slowly, song by song, step by step I learned how to keep going even though I had no end in sight. I really don’t know how much “better” I am but my collection of music is teaches me that I am learning more and more about myself as I continue through this fucked up life. Experience is growth, even if that growth doesn’t give you any distance from pain.
Think about how many new bands emerge each year, how many albums are released. With free music downloads widely accessible, there’s no way we have to go through our pain alone. Find a voice that connects to yours and when you lose your voice, listen to that other voice until you grow strong again. Which music helps you connect with your feelings?
Cue Comfort
14 Nov 2011 2 Comments
in Fun Tags: links, music, quotes
Today is a dark and rainy Monday and I’m tossing around my apartment trying to figure out my life. The worse I feel the more I doubt my words and I keep starting letters, starting journal entries, starting posts and then fear creeps out of my stomach and starts putting me down until I can’t move.
The only thing I can do to keep me from being swallowed by my fear is to retreat into inspiration. I surround myself in what I love or what comforts me. Do you want in on these things? I LOVE it when bloggers share their inspirations but I haven’t done it here yet. It seems only fitting, though, since during these fear paralysis times I am thinking of YOU and wanting to share my life still. Here’s a sampling of my self-comfort this week.
Emotional Bagcheck is a site where you can vent or listen and make a song recommendation. Check out the “carry it” option to get the feel of it. AWESOME idea.
“Adventures in Depression” from Hyperbole and a Half. Allie is one of my biggest online heroines and I want to be her best friend forever…along with the thousands of people who comment on her hilarious posts. After this one I recommend reading this post and this one (especially if you’re a dog lover). I’m also building a post on her latest comic to use it as a teaching tool about depression. Coming soon!
. I like the lyrics, “And the things that keep us apart/Keep me alive/And the things that keep me alive/Keep me alone.” The lyrics are sad but the music is comforting. Comment with your email address if you want me to send you the song!
by . I’ve always been a fan of positive banners like this and I’m finally making my own! I’ll show you when it’s done.
I am in love with the art by . Knitting narwhals and giraffes with telescopes.
Wallpaper – not for your desktop but your home – is making a comeback. If only it wasn’t so expensive getting shit mailed to Canada. Check out Muffin and Mani.
My quote collection is beyond huge. I shared one with a new friend of mine the other day and she said it reminded her of me:
“Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings.”
- Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body