First play this –
Titles are important.
They say a lot about what to expect. We rely on them as snappy soundbites of information to make judgements on what’s put before us: is this blog post worth my time, will this book actually be as good as recommended, will this new Subway sandwich be as tasty as it sounds?
So I thought I’d explain this blog title – what’s with ‘A Shelter From the Rain’, and why do I describe it as “The Rambling Thoughts of an Affected Optimist”? And I’m afraid, this won’t be a snappy soundbite, but hopefully it is worthwhile.
This blog began as therapy. I think quite a lot of blogs do; for the chance to say the things that we can’t out loud, or to win back some ‘me-time’ from the madness of family or work or whatever our lives entail. It’s in that space that I decided to do this.
I’ve mentioned before here that I suffer from ‘The Greyness’. This isn’t my hip way of reinventing the term ‘depression’. I guess that word is an example of a title which doesn’t sit well with me. I find it difficult to say the word for what feels like a heavy, joy-stealing, colourless burden that wraps itself around me every so often. Perhaps for me the stigma hasn’t gone from it yet. There’s still a guilt in me over it all. Why should I feel so low when I have an amazing family, a brilliant new husband and amazing friends who all love me? Why should I be so lethargic and empty inside when I have the power of a great God, the community of church, and the sort of ‘brotherhood’ that I feel with my musician friends as we serve that community every week. I know calling it The Greyness doesn’t change what it is, but it helps take the sting away.
I just turned 23 years old (I know, ridiculously young bride, but I’ll maybe get onto that one some other time), but I remember being 10 years and having a period of weeks when I couldn’t get to sleep. I would get a deep sickness in my stomach about an hour before bedtime, and when I went to bed, I would waste away hours just lying there waiting to fall asleep. I also became quiet and lazy, which really wasn’t in my nature. I didn’t want to go anywhere or do anything, I just wanted to do something mindless like watch TV. I would also get emotional at things without being able to explain why.
I didn’t know it then, and I wouldn’t realise for a long time, but that was the start of ‘The Greyness’.
It didn’t reappear until I was 15. I was in the middle of my GCSEs (external exams which you do midway through your secondary education), and things changed, except this time I could measure why. I had witnessed a stranger trying to end her life by jumping in front of traffic; this combined with the revelation that a lot of my friends had been self-harming made me become quite introspective. I thought more about death and mortality than any teenager should, though I never wanted life to end, it was more that I became heightened to the reality that life is fragile and it scared me. It was actually a teacher who noticed that I wasn’t myself; a wonderful man whose passion for his subject was only surpassed with his passion for the well-being of those he taught. He mentioned one afternoon after class that I seemed distant, and should I need to talk with anyone, he would be available. During class I found it very difficult to concentrate which got me in trouble, and then I would get irrationally upset when I was told off. I became reclusive, trying to avoid mixing with large crowds of people because this made me feel trapped. I was constantly tired and moody and it impacted my relationships with family and friends. I felt like I had lost myself; I couldn’t discern what were my true thoughts and what were poisoned by these feelings. I would get so low that I would lose the power to speak more than one-word answers.
Eventually I did speak with this teacher who suggested that I may be feeling depressed. He explained it like a dark cloud that is always hovering above you, and sometimes it feels like it has dropped down to surround you in its darkness. For some reason that made sense to me, but I didn’t tell anyone about it and managed to fight my way through myself, something I’m not proud of. It was a stupid decision, and it would have made this journey easier if I had spoken up at that stage.
There have been other major times but for me, the thing about ‘The Greyness’ is that in a way it’s always there. That’s not the same for everyone, but I have felt some days during a good period where I drop into that place again. I think that’s ok though, especially now that I can admit what those feelings are and actually talk them out.
When I was 18, I forced myself to see who this was making me and that was the first time I told my boyfriend (who is now my husband). I hadn’t confided in anyone about it and it felt like such a relief to have someone who knew. He doesn’t understand it all the time, but he knows that sometimes I might cry for no real reason, or be distracted. He knows not to take it personally when I’m like that, and he knows that I don’t need him to give me advice, I just want someone to talk to and let me hide in a hug.
And so… despite all this I’ve always been an optimist, and I like that about myself. When people complain about something, I guess I prefer to see the silver lining. That’s why I called described this blog as “the ramblings of an affected optimist”; the place where I can waffle on about stuff that has affected me past and present and have that moment of therapy.
As for the title, sometimes it’s fun to be out in rain. Other times you need a shelter; not to hide from it, but just to sit and watch it from somewhere a little safer. I’m have no qualification to advise on how I’ve felt, but I suppose I just hope that my experiences can bring comfort to those like me and so here are some things I’ve learned from this:
- People are important – all the medical advice for this condition suggests spending time with friends and forcing yourself to be sociable. I definitely didn’t feel like doing that in hard times, but friends are important. They reassure us that we are valued and that we belong. That’s what is often missing from our lives in these times.
- Talk it out – it’s tempting to hide these feelings. I did for a long time, even from those who knew me best. It is so important however to have a ‘venting’ strategy! Whether that be with someone you know, or a complete stranger who is qualified to listen, you need the opportunity to get what’s in your head out in the air. Sometimes that brings the logic and understanding that we feel is missing. Regardless, it’s not safe to bottle up.
- Get fresh air and light – they say that exercise releases some kind of happy endorphin. I suck at exercise, so it feels like extra work! But my friend (realising that I wasn’t myself) suggested Zumba. It was everything that terrifies me: exercise, public embarrassment, crowds, new things, lycra! But you know what, it was such craic (NOTE: Craic means fun, banter etc) and I needed it. Whatever your thing is, just get out and get active.
- Eat well – overeating makes you feel fat and sad afterwards. It’s incredibly hypocritical of me to say that because right now I’m eating a huge bag of crisps. Similarly though, undereating is stupid because you feel tireder and even more lethargic. Be sensible, and if that means forcing your family or housemates or whatever to cook for you then do it.
- Look for the little good – I think we miss a lot of great things, partly because we’re a digital generation with iPhones strapped to our faces. Really though, we rush around missing everything beautiful around us. I’ve been more deliberate in this ever since the Thanks Book and it’s working. We are incredible fortunate people, with amazing things happening all around us. It just takes time to open our eyes and notice.
And so, finally I am over and out and for today, sheltered from the rain.