Relationships That Live and Die by what Depression Does

A joyful family scene on a bed, featuring two young children laughing and playing together, with a parent interacting with them, and another adult lying nearby.

Cherry Benton, a 48-year-old mother of four righteously beautiful children was doing so much better. Her medication, like its own kind of knight on a white horse, had given her a rapid response within weeks for her depression, recently a sagging putrefied vegetable that metaphorically stunk her up. No one had wanted to be around her, not even her own cherubs and it broke her heart.

One can be broken hearted and not depressed. They are not synonymous, just neighbors, even if they become housemates again – like when patients self d/c their meds. But that’s another blog post.

In Cherry’s case, her kids had started to avoid her a while ago she now realized. It was like she was coming out of a heavy smog and haze filled space and now looking around, was able to see where she had journeyed. Where had the time gone? She could hardly even remember details but over the past approximate eighteen months she had indeed travelled far. Her kids, from 7 to 13 years old, now looked to Nana for their needs. Nana came when Cherry’s husband, a UPS delivery man, died when a glioblastoma killed him 3 weeks after being diagnosed.

Grief is not the same as depression, even when they become housemates. Depression is multifactorial, with genetic and environmental contributions. And when those environmental factors come together with genetic loading, it can be super hard. Cherry’s father had suicided after the stock market crash in 2008, and she had several family members with a history of severe depression. A cousin hung himself, and an aunt had been on meds for years. Nana was terrified that Cherry’s depression would kill her too. But thankfully Cherry had begun to respond to medication. And it didn’t take long for Cherry to want her kids back! But it’s complicated for kids and mommas. And the days, then weeks, then months, then year(s) when their mom acted like she didn’t care about them, isolated in her room, seemed to cry over the sound of their own tears and didn’t hear them, these add up in the minds of children. “How do I fix this?!” Cherry asked.

You may be wondering when I’m going to get to the 5-steps to healthy relationships, and I will, but first I want to remind you about Elijah… who I’m going to tell you about tomorrow!

For today, self-care tip is going to be about the good old, “you can’t give what you don’t have.” Get well biologically, like getting money in the bank, in order to give to others. You Got this! Keep on!

Question: Has medication helped you or someone you love? How did your relationship survive before meds kicked in? Or did it survive at all? Please tell us your story.

Grief Can Be Treasured At The Same Time That We Celebrate Life

Self-Care Tip #283 – Find the treasure in your grief while celebrating life.

Today is my daughter’s sixth birthday.  If ever there was a person who doubled the love she received, it is this chid.  She is all passion.  Yes, both ways, but that isn’t to judge.  Just, there is so little I can offer in words to describe her power of self.

They're asleep!

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Tonight, we pushed two twin beds together so she and I could sleep beside each other.  Her sister slept nearby on another twin bed.  Her brother set his bed up in the closet.  (I know.)

If I wasn’t so tired, old and broke, I might be made vulnerable by times like this to having more kids.  Since that’s not going to change, these chubs are what we will stick with.  Happily.

My mind is turned toward God by this girl.  I somehow arrive in the moment praying when with her, perhaps for strength and patience or for humility and gratitude.  I learn from her.

Mommy, when I’m scared I talk to Jesus.

Often in times like this, I think of my niece, dead now six years, and how her parents and we wanted what was, what was stripped.  Still grieving and still living the life with us and in us, our braided thoughts and emotions easily lose their flow.

But today I have this clarity.  My niece is gone now six years and ten days.  Today my daughter is six years old.  Today I am sleeping with my three children.  Today I know that this is precious but this is not all we want.  We want what comes after our living years.  We want to let loose to Love the grief and the life; to untangle.  Not more.  Not less.  But we want.  We want what we have, now, although still in the unknown dimension of our forever.

In psychiatry, we are alert to grief that warps the ability to engage in life.  Grief that mars the connections of survivors.  Grief that becomes pathology, brain disease and a medical condition.  This grief disables and, for example, in the case of my daughter’s birthday today, would dissolve my ability to feel pleasure.

It is difficult to gain access to treatment as many of these survivors have ill opinions about medical care.  Such as; fearing medications will mute their connection with the deceased; mute their grief, or in other words, tribute/offering to the deceased; take away the personal punishment for surviving…

Questions:

  • What do you say to these weeping lives?  How can we de-stigmatize medical care for them?
  • How have you been able to treasure your grief and the life with you and in you?