6 Ways to Cope With the Limitations of Depression

P1070014“I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders,” says a Jewish proverb. A member of my online depression group, Project Beyond Blue, posted it today. I asked them for ways they cope with the limitations of depression because I needed inspiration. My kids have had maybe eight full days of school since before Christmas break. This is a big problem for a highly-sensitive manic-depressive whose desk is in her son’s bedroom. Every time I get a coherent thought—which isn’t often—I am interrupted by a yelp or some grose twerking motion, thanks to Miley Cyrus.

Even when the kids are in school, living with chronic depression demands an acceptance of one’s condition and a willingness to learn how to live around lasting symptoms. I am inspired, in this regard, by Toni Bernhard, author of How to Be Sick. She is so capable and intelligent, but has been constrained by an illness (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) that few people understand. Nevertheless, she has found a way to rise above her condition to teach others how to live fully even when you’re sick.

I hope to encourage the same kind of perseverance. Here, then, are six ways to cope with the limitations of depression.

1. Stop trying to make people understand.

This is wasted energy, and people like me who battle chronic depression must conserve all the energy they have. I love The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino. If you’ve never read it, you must. She tries to explain her illness to her best friend, and the analogy of spoons is perfect. The other day I tried to explain to someone why I can’t devote 20 hours a week to fundraising for my new foundation like other executive directors. It fell on deaf ears, of course. Afterward, my husband told me to stop trying to convince the world that I am a hard worker. It really doesn’t or shouldn’t matter what they think. “Until they live it, they can’t possibly understand the monkey you have on your back,” he said. “You should save your energy for writing and things that do make a difference.”

2. Compare and despair.

Theodore Roosevelt once said that “Comparison is the thief of joy.” That is certainly true if you compare yourself to New York Times bestselling authors like I do, or renowned doctors or psychologists, or people so successful they hire a staff to tweet for them. What if we followed Helen Keller’s advice? “Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.”

I am trying to do this lately when I have difficulty living within the limitations of my illness—when I am interrupted mid-sentence by a 13-year-old twerker. Last December, I spent a day at Way Station, a Maryland program for persons with severe mental illnesses. After speaking with a few of the patients, I returned home with a completely different perspective of my condition. Although it feels like my symptoms are disabling, I am able to be in a marriage—one that has lasted almost 20 years!–and I am a halfway decent mother. I have also found a way to work and contribute to the world. That is so much more than those people have or will have because of their bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, or other mental illness. Sometimes all we need to do is to take a field trip—even if it is a virtual one—to see the situation a little differently.

3. Embrace your inner snail.

This exercise consists of repeating the first line of the serenity prayer until it sticks: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.” Much like a stroke, depressive episodes are associated with the loss of volume in parts of the brain, namely the hippocampus, which is important in the consolidation of information from short-term memory to long-term memory. The more severe the depression, the greater loss of brain volume. There’s always the possibility of neurogenesis, the rebirth of brain cells, but you have to stay depression-free for that to happen.

There’s no denying that I have lost brain cells with each major depressive episode. In my young thirties I could crank out an essay in under two hours. After my first breakdown, it took twice as long. Since the depressive episode of 2013-2014, it takes between eight to ten hours to complete a blog, four times the amount of time it did just ten years ago. I now have a pothead chilling out in my head that traded my vocabulary for a doobie, “Dude … the word was so here, and now it’s gone … sorry, Dude.” Every time he inhales rather than gives me the right word, I return to the first part of the serenity prayer and I try like hell to embrace my inner snail.

4. Adjust your expectations.

This usually involves some math. For example, theoretically I know I only have between 9 am and 2:30 pm to work. I can’t afford to not work out—that’s the most important thing I do for my brain all day. And, if you average all the half-days and breaks for which the kids get off school (Marti Gras, Ash Wednesday, Bishop’s Holiday, Principal’s Birthday, Vice-Principal’s Mother-In-Law’s Birthday, Teacher Appreciation, Catholic Schools Week), they are only in school four days a week. That means I have 22 hours to get my stuff done. Great, if I’m only producing my blogs. But I’m also editing a book for a friend, running an online community, responding to reader emails, and fundraising for a new foundation. Add that and you have over 40 hours of work, which explains why I am stressed out, working evenings and weekends to get everything done. It’s bad math. People with good brain chemistry can afford to live with some unrealistic expectations, at least for small periods of time. But not persons for whom stress makes them very ill. If I am to embrace my inner snail, I must get back to good math.

5. Move “your” pain to “the” pain.

Whenever I think about quitting everything because I have no brain cells left thanks to my depression, I try to move my pain to the pain – that is, the collective pain of the human race. Plato said, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” I truly believe that. And that is one reason I felt so adamant about creating online communities like ProjectBeyondBlue.com where we can learn from another and share our stories. When I think I am the only person with a pothead in my brain, I can log on and find many fellow depressives with potheads inside their brains, and my bitterness turns to compassion.

6. Remember Wabi-Sabi.

The quintessential Japanese aesthetic is known as wabi-sabi: “Beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.” In fact, when the Japanese fix broken objects, like pots or vases, they fill in the cracks with gold. They believe that something becomes more beautiful when it is damaged or has a history. So according to wabi-sabi, I remind myself often, a blog that I labor over for ten hours is more precious than one that can be cranked out in under two hours.

Join the conversation at Project Beyond Blue, the new depression community.

Artwork by the talented Anya Getter.

Originally published on Sanity Break at Everyday Health.

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16 thoughts on “6 Ways to Cope With the Limitations of Depression

  1. Hi, Therese.

    You and your blog TOTALLY ROCK.

    I just found your site yesterday and already I’m feeling better even in spite of constant depression since 4 years old and the added PTSD of my adult life.

    Thank you so much for sharing your blog. What a blessing.

    Peace.

    Dawn Marie

  2. Therese,

    You are such an inspiration! Seriously, you are amazing!

    I relate thoroughly to the “inner snail” and the need to adjust my expectations – but I fail miserably in embracing my reduced capacity and adjusting my expectations. I’ve been using bad math for so long, and have always had difficulty aligning my effort with my priorities, i.e. time management.

    You see, I am capable of doing all these things, but, as you lamented, it takes me many hours to do what should/used to take much less time. And daily, I usually have several projects in simultaneous and various stages of progress, few of which I complete until the last chaotic, frantic moments of the day/deadline, after abandoning the non-essentials. The hilarious, yet pathetic part is that I’m attracted to do those things which are non-essential, for which there are no expectations, and hence, less chance of failure, at the expense of avoiding the essential, expected, high priorities.

    I washed out of a highly regarded ERP therapy program three times, because I couldn’t tolerate the anxiety that came from the pressure to prioritize, focus, perform, and be accountable; and bore the inevitable depression that came with the disappointment of another failure.

    I’ve been told I seem to like the pain, yet am not feeling sufficient pain to change. Ouch. But if one has low self-esteem and self-confidence, one can tolerate a lot of failure. I can read and understand the road map, but seem to literally resist following it, choosing instead to challenge the fates and laws of physics, because I don’t want to believe they apply to me.

    Peace, and be well!

    1. John, as usual, I can relate to much of what you wrote. I don’t think you like pain. Not from what I know about you. And I don’t think you haven’t felt enough pain to change. All of your comments and posts indicate that you are highly motivated, compassionate, and insightful with regard to your illness. But there’s this: you are ill :) Don’t beat yourself up (easier said than done). From my angle, you are doing a masterful job of balancing your work and life with your challenges. I do hope it gets easier for you.

      1. Therese, I’m so very grateful for your reply and comforted by your encouragement. God has challenged me with the blessing of this illness for reasons I’ve yet to unravel. I’m inspired by your energy; and in awe of your dedication, the pace at which you move, and the resources which you gather to focus on this illness. Shalom

  3. Thank you so much for these wise strategies and beautiful explanations. Reading your blog helps me to have hope for the day and a brighter perspective as well. :-)

  4. I would really like to take these coping strategies to heart. The problem with depression is that it feeds distorted thinking, which, for me, always include impossibly high expectations. Prior to the onset of my severe depression last fall, I was so full of myself and my frantic, overwhelming work life. I bragged about how many part-time jobs I had. I was in love with the image of myself as what I considered a “highly functional” person. I had stationary that said at the top, “If you want something done, ask a busy woman.” That was me! I thought proudly. Then, gradually, the “functioning” that I thought so highly of, began to turn into a miserable prison. My family kept suggesting I cut back, but I felt absolutely trapped by responsibility. I started hoping I would have a heart attack, or get into a car accident. Anything, to get out of work! Add to that a child with a serious mental illness himself (my adult son was legally committed to a psych ward during this time) and my history of serious depression, and the fall was inevitable.

    Now I am not working (with all the accompanying guilt and shame) and trying to figure out how I can get back into something like my old life without it being all or nothing. Thank you, Therese, for these really helpful ideas. I think its so important to be gentle with yourself, and forgiving, too. If only I can.

  5. simply: I relate so much to your thoughts. No one has a clue how hard we work – to stay well, to parent, to keep our careers going, that really is our superhero power. But your husband’s advice is right on – stop trying to get people to understand, because they won’t. Unless they suffer like we do. I so appreciate you Therese. I haven’t written in months. I feel so gulty. But I am spending tremendous energy to stay well right now. I need – we all need – to cut ourselves a little slack. Love you.

    1. Thanks, Lisa! I respect you so much, as well, for doing everything you do. Working in academia and having this illness is hard enough, but you also are a mom! Never feel guilty for not writing. I get it!

  6. Thank you for this Blog,it is often what helps me to get a grip of myself. I am still having bouts with depression , although is has been 3 years when i was first diagnosed, and am much better now. Thank you again!

  7. Hi Therese,
    I would like to comment on Part 3, Embrace Your Inner Snail. I am 54 and I’ve experienced problems with depression for years. About 10 years ago I noticed I started having more and more problems with writing. I just stare at the paper or computer screen but can’t seem to write anything. English and grammar used to be my best subject. My Kids often asked me to proofread their college papers and other writing. It started taking longer and longer and seeming more confusing. I’ve mentioned this problem to both doctors and counselors. They never have much to say about it. Is this a common side effect of depression that stays with a person even after recovery? Am I stuck with this problem? Is there a chance for recovering my English/grammar/writing skills? I have an hourly job. I can’t take 4 times longer if I need to write for my job.
    I also have a loved one who hadn’t suffered depression until a time she was very sick during college. She also began having a problem with writing she didn’t have before. Is this common? I would like to hear thoughts about this from you and others.

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