With Depression, Nothing Is Permanent


Robert J. Wicks, psychologist and bestselling author of Riding the Dragon, recently told me a story about impermanence:

A psychiatrist (Epstein) went to Thailand with some colleagues to meet a well-known Buddhist sage.  As they were about to leave they asked if he had a final message for them.

He was drinking a glass of water at the time so he held it up and said, “You see this glass.  I love this glass.  It holds water so I can drink from it.”

He then held it up to the light and said, “When the sun shines through it you can see colors.”

“It also plays music.” He set it down and pinged it with his finger to make a noise.

“Then when I set it down, the wind blows through the window, knocks it over, and breaks it,” he said. “And because I know this possibility to be true, I love this glass even more.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about impermanence lately.

It is the one thing that gives me hope when I am in severe pain, and a concept that grounds me when I lose track of what’s important.

All things change. Even those emotions and situations that you are 100 percent certain are permanent, like treatment-resistant depression or a chronic illness or a hole in your heart left by the death of a loved one.

I didn’t know if things would ever change for my friend, Michelle.

In November of 2008, her husband went into the hospital for a gall bladder surgery, contracted an infection, and died a few weeks later. Their marriage was unlike any other I’d observed. She met him at age 43, just as she was accepting the fact that she may never fall in love and marry, and experience all those emotions Tony Bennett sings about. He swept her off of her feet, and they experienced marital bliss for 10 years until he died.

She was crushed and devastated by his death.

Even five years later, I would try to make her laugh, but her heart was drunk with sorrow and her spirit lie underneath a dark blanket.

However, two years ago, she went on a mission trip to Haiti. A sense of purpose seemed to breathe some life into her. Six months after that, she met a friend for lunch in the small, quaint town of Ocean Grove, New Jersey. She immediately fell in love with the place and within a few months moved there, to a condo less than a block away from the ocean.

I just spent last weekend with her in this space of new beginnings, seeing for myself the remarkable change in my friend who I thought would be stuck in grief for the rest of her life. It took me back, once again, to the concept of impermanence, and to the wise words of St. Teresa of Avila, a sixteenth-century mystic and one of my favorite saints:

Let nothing disturb you,

Let nothing frighten you,

All things are passing away;

God never changes.

Patience obtains all things.

Whoever has God lacks nothing.

God alone suffices.

Even if you’re not a believer, I think Teresa’s message of “all things changing” is poignant.

Before my breakdown of 2013, when feelings of sadness or emptiness or discomfort would surface, I would panic, afraid that I was relapsing. I would start to say things like, “Uh oh, I am depressed again!” with the belief that I was, once again, heading into 18 months of medication changes and therapy and googles filled with tears. However, now when a painful emotion or feeling arises—and especially when I don’t know why or can’t even articulate what it is or where it’s coming from–I remember that it isn’t solid or permanent. It’s fleeting, and I need not get overly concerned. Jon Kabat-Zinn’s writing has been very helpful for me in this regard: teasing apart the various dimensions of emotional pain so that I don’t get fooled into thinking there are only two mental states: depressed and not depressed. In Full Catastrophe Living, he writes:

When you look deeply into emotional pain at the time you are feeling it, it is hard not to notice that your thoughts and emotions are in a state of extreme turbulence, coming and going, appearing and disappearing, changing with great rapidity. In times of great stress, you may notice certain thoughts and feelings recurring with unrelenting frequency….But if you can be mindful at such times, if you are watching carefully, you will also notice that even these recurring images, thoughts, and feelings have a beginning and an end, that they are like waves that rise up in the mind and then subside….In seeing these changes in your emotional state, you may come to realize that none of what you are experiencing is permanent. You can actually see for yourself that the intensity of the pain is not constant.

Often when I am swimming or running, a painful thought or feeling will surface (because, unlike when I’m working, my mind is more open to what is there). Instead of shooing it away, I try to be calm and say, “It’s okay if it hurts, because it’s not going to stay forever.” I try to treat the sensation as I did with labor pains—“here it comes again, breathe through it, now enjoy this moment without it.”

There is no other concept that gives me so much peace when I am incapacitated by emotional pain as the reminder of impermanence … that the glass of water we take for granted may be knocked over by the wind tomorrow, and that the grief and depression that swallow us like quicksand will also be swept away.

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Art by the talented Anya Getter.

Originally published on Sanity Break at EverydayHealth.com

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Therese Borchard
I am a writer and chaplain trying to live a simple life in Annapolis, Maryland.

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6 Responses
  1. Therese, your words so resonate within my soul.
    Instead of shooing it away, I try to be calm and say, “It’s okay if it hurts, because it’s not going to stay forever.” I try to treat the sensation as I did with labor pains—“here it comes again, breathe through it, now enjoy this moment without it.”
    Thank you for this important reminder and loving strategy of self-compassion for my soul. I, too, want to focus on what Teresa of Aquila reminds us, whoever has God lacks nothing, regardless of how I feel.

  2. PJ

    This meant a lot to me. I have experence a lot of things that have pull me down the last 8 months that has been getting me depressed and then like the water spilling it goes away./ But those time are so so scarie. I just wish I could get over this to many years with this stuff. You go to dr and all they want to give you is more meds. I do not think that is right. Listen to us, give us encourgement to go fight it. Meds are good to a point but do not give them all the time. This was a very good artical. Thank You!

  3. Merry

    I love what you have to say Therese and so glad I came across your site as I rabbit- holed across the Internet, trying to find something to pull me out of my latest suffocating fog. But as I struggle to accept my genetic “flaw” of depression and anxiety, it’s at constant battle with a side of me that refuses to show weakness and need on any level whatsoever. Akin to a warrior clad in plates of armor, I grew thick skin and a standoffish air as a result of a subpar childhood at best. And for years, I thought I had beaten back the demons of my past only to discover the most heartbreaking reality: the little girl who stood on the sidelines of Hell, taking copious amounts of notes on how NOT to behave, while witnessing atrocious behavior generously supplied in a daily basis by my birth family was told a few years ago as a struggling adult that we are who we are as young as 2 years old and that attachment style runs our engine for life. I have since sunk into a depression that I struggle to shake while still appling my “life is great” face everyday as I can not allow people see my weakness or my vulnerability. Like the cowardly lion in Oz, I play tough while crying inside. Thanks for the platform of sharing you have built.