We've all had our own versions of a "bad day". Maybe you woke up with a cold or realized last minute that a paper was due last night. Some people start off a bad day with an empty coffee tin, others are so busy that the bad day doesn't hit them until midnight.
I want to tell you about what a bad day looks like in my world. My bad days have nothing to do with coffee or a flu or an assignment. It's just part of my depression. Even with me, bad days can really vary: I don't want to get out of bed, I just feel "off", I want to hide in a corner and not come out, I want to cut again. I'm getting good at battling the bad days, but a few years ago, these bad days would have destroyed me. The funny part of this is that the bad days I experience now are exactly the same as the ones I used to have. The desire to cut or to hide and never come out is always there somewhere, and they get stronger on bad days; the difference is now I can cope with it. Not on my own, of course, but that's okay. I don't mind needing some help now and then...more than now and then. Everyone has a different way of dealing with a bad day. Some people go back to sleep or skip work/school or go buy expensive coffee and push through it. I used to push through it (without coffee...coffee is gross), until I shoved everything so far away that when it came back, I was stuck under this massive pile of "bad" and couldn't get out. I still push things aside, but I'm better at chipping away at it and managing it instead of letting the pile get out of control. A lot of the therapy I took was focused around coping - during, before, and after a "bad" moment. Even after all the therapy, I don't use all the skills because they don't all work for me. I do, however, have some favourites:
Bad days suck. They're frustrating even when they haven't happened yet. Sometimes you get stuck with it (like getting a cold), but sometimes you can get yourself through it with a little help. I have all these skills, and I still need a reminder now and then to keep trying them, especially on a bad day. So maybe, the next time you have a bad day, give these a try. There are a lot more out there, and you can learn more about Dialectical Behavioural Therapy if you want to (I learned all these skills in a DBT group). I hope this helps with your next bad day. It helps with mine.
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This last weekend, I got to experience the joy of a fire alarm nearing the end of its life. This is partly my fault, because I should have replaced the thing when I moved in 3 years ago and I didn't.
For those who don't know, here are some fire alarm basics:
In my case, my who-knows-how-old wired-in fire alarm started going off at 4:30 in the morning - making for a very groggy and grumpy me - with random beeps and screeches. The first time, I thought I had been dreaming because it didn't continue and I didn't hear a peep out of it until the next night. Well, the second time I knew it was the alarm, so I got up, checked the house to make sure the thing wasn't reacting to any actual problems, took a look at my CO detector and my downstairs alarm, and eventually started looking up how to shut the thing up. I pulled out the step ladder, checked to see if it had back-up batteries (it didn't), vacuumed it in case dust or bugs were setting it off, took it partway off the ceiling to see if the wires were loose, and ended up calling my mum at 4:30 in the morning. Now I have the breaker switched off, and my battery powered alarm is upstairs outside my bedroom until I can put in a new wired alarm. ...Before anyone yells at me, I knew there wasn't a fire because it was beeping randomly. One steady wail from it and I'd be out of the house. I checked anyway, though. Just in case. Here are a few neat things I've learned about fire detectors: An ionization alarm best detects the fires that make a lot of flame very quickly (flaming fires). These alarms have a constant flow of energy passing between two plates. When the smoke particles enter the chamber, they disrupt the flow of electricity and that sets off the alarm. These are also the alarms that go off all the time when you burn food. Photoelectric alarms are better for fires with less flame and more smoke (smoldering fires). These ones rely on the smoke to interrupt a beam of light. Inside the alarm, a light (visible, infrared, or UV) beam is shone at a sensor, and when the smoke interrupts that beam enough, the alarm goes off. There is a second type of photoelectric detector that is exactly opposite: the beam points away from the sensor, and when the smoke makes the light hit the sensor, the alarm goes off. This is why I tried vacuuming the alarm. Sometimes dust particles or bugs can set these alarms off. For people who have hearing difficulty, there are accessories that use strobe lights and pillow- or bed-shakers to wake the person up. I don't know what devices are out there right now, but I know that a lot of these are triggered by the shriek of the normal detector going off. There's some awesome info out there if you just look for it. Do, because it's worth it. I have a lot of friends who provide medical care. First aiders, first responders, paramedics, nurses, physicians...the list goes on. Recently, there has been a lot more information coming out about the safety (or lack thereof) of these jobs, a lot of it focused on emergency responders. It's unfortunate that so little gratitude and support is given to these people. I'm not going to comment on the system itself because I'm not writing to complain about the way things should be. What I want to focus on is PTSD and the major effects it has on those who experience it. As with any other mental illness, this condition is not suffered by "just" a specific group of people (for example emergency or military personnel), and is in no way mild or whining or "focusing on the bad stuff". This is a legitimate and often debilitating condition that unfortunately drives many people to suicide. The Canadian Mental Health Association gives this description of PTSD: "Frightening situations happen to everyone at some point. People can react in many different ways: they might feel nervous, have a hard time sleeping well, or go over the details of the situation in their mind. These thoughts or experiences are a normal reaction. They usually decrease over time and the people involved can go back to their daily lives. Post-traumatic stress disorder, on the other hand, lasts much longer and can seriously disrupt a person’s life." Think of it this way: Imagine a day when something scary happened. You might feel scared for a while or try to problem-solve or have a few bad dreams. Now, imagine those experiences multiplying ten-fold in severity, and being triggered by everyday situations or just happening over and over randomly. Imagine not being able to sleep for days because you're too scared to close your eyes and relive the trauma again. Imagine thinking through the scenario in your mind and desperately trying to understand it, hoping to figure it out so it'll go away. Imagine being scared to leave your home because nowhere feels safe. Now, I don't have PTSD. I do get nightmares every single night, and I spend a lot of time trying to understand my depression so that it'll make sense and I won't feel guilty or responsible for its effects. To this day, I regularly relive my past experiences when things get rough. I want to share a video with you. It doesn't belong to me. I don't own the copyright. I just want to share one of the best TV examples of PTSD that I have ever seen. M*A*S*H is a show from the 70's and early 80's about a group of medical personnel who ended up working for the army in South Korea. It ran for 11 seasons, and I highly recommend borrowing, renting or buying the DVDs (the first couple seasons are comedy gold - in my opinion). The sound is out of sync, the video isn't high quality, and the title is wrong. Just watch from 17:30 to 22:30 for the clip of a doctor who experiences sudden and severe PTSD that he wasn't even aware of. In 2014, 13 Canadian first responders committed suicide - in 10 weeks. That's more than 1 person per week. (See the Global News article here)
I don't like writing about sad or frustrating things, but we can't deny that this exists and that it is dangerous. It isn't another problem to be pushed to the back of your mind to be dealt with later and it isn't something to hide or be ashamed of. Those things are still going to happen, I know that, so please, if you are dealing with this, talk to someone. There are lots of people out there ready to listen and help. If it means you need some time in a safe place (mine is in a blanket burrito, hiding in my closet or under a desk) or need a break from work, so be it. Do what you need to do...just don't do it alone. PUT YOURSELF FIRST. That was, and is, the hardest lesson I have ever had to learn and I still suck at it. That doesn't change the its importance. There are so many things that are important for someone to live well. Some of them are pretty basic: food, water, shelter; but others aren't as emphasized as they should be. Staying healthy and safe, interpersonal skills, relaxation, self-maintenance, mental health management, and how to care for yourself first.
When I was in high school, they loved to teach us about our futures. They taught us how to write and submit a resume or a school application. They taught us computer skills and how to formally debate a topic. They taught us how to solve equations and play volleyball. Now, I know how important some of these are, and for some people, these skills have been vital in fulfilling their personal goals and moving forward in their lives. Unfortunately for me, none of these really came in handy, and none of them helped to save my life. 6 years ago, I graduated high school and moved across the country for university. I had all the academic background a teenager could want, but I had no idea how to take care of myself. After two months, the following had happened: I stopped going to church because I didn't have the energy to get out of bed, I didn't eat because I was too scared to go into the cafeteria, I stopped going to classes because I couldn't stay awake and couldn't retain information anymore, I slept through a mid-term because I was too exhausted to function, I started scratching at my arm until it bled to deal with the mental torment I was going through. Eventually, I started hearing voices, and those voices weren't too fond of me. The voices started to ease off after I was put on antidepressants and spent a week on a pediatric psychiatric ward at the local hospital, but it wasn't enough. I was never taught how to take care of myself, and eventually, I tried to kill myself. I'm doing better now, 6 years later, and the voices went away a long long time ago, but mental illnesses don't go away, and it's a battle every day to keep the depression from pulling me down again. I don't know if having learned about mental health and putting myself first would have made a difference, but I like to believe that it would have. I'm starting this blog because I think it's important for everyone to understand themselves a little more, and know what to do when they need help. This isn't just help with mental health problems, it's also physical health, life skills like home maintenance, and ways to help others stay safe when they need help from you. Nothing is more frightening and frustrating than being unable to do anything when you know something needs to be done. Sometimes it's clearing an airway when someone is choking, or knowing when to call someone else for help, or even something as simple as unclogging a toilet (believe me, that is REALLY frustrating when you only have one bathroom). I don't want other people to go through what I went through. I know I can't fix everything and can't help everyone, but I'd like to at least make a tiny difference in the life of one person. That's enough for me. |
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