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Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Re-Refueling (It's OK not to be OK)

There is something to be done in the face of pain. Maybe it's "nothing" (sitting, listening, waiting).

This morning an unkown commenter thanked me for posting this TED Talk: "Sami Moukaddem on Living with Depression and Suicidal Feelings"

That post, "Refueling", was from 2016, and I'm going to post it again, here below.

In contrast, it worried me that my recent post about suicide elicited a comment saying there's nothing they can do if someone is suicidal. I do understand that feeling of helplessness---and if that someone has succeeded in ending their life, of course it's true.
But I was alarmed anyone would think that or get that idea from anything I wrote.
There is something to be done if someone's suicidal.

Simply being there with someone is helpful.
And sharing stories is helpful (though not preaching! As Sami M, says,
well-meaning lifestyle advice can make him feel lonelier and worse:
"And the last thing I need is another sense of defeat.")

 Mayo clinic offers a list of "What to do when someone is suicidal"
including,
"Ask the person directly about his or her feelings, even though it may be awkward. Listen to what the person has to say, and take it seriously. Just talking to someone who really cares can make a big difference."
So--here's that post from 2016:

REFUELING

People in the northern hemisphere sleep more in October than any other month according to some report I read while researching for my auntie who was wondering if she's sleeping more lately because of the season or because she's ninety-one.

I've been sleeping more too: 
besides the dwindling light, I've been a little sad lately because of some sad things. For both reasons, I changed coffee shops back to Bob's, which has big, sunny windows (and an old gas pump):

 

But aside from getting a little more sun, I don't need to pump myself up if I'm feeling sad; it's better to lie low for a while. 
And I find it comforting to read about other people who live with sadness or even with depression--so yesterday I was reading and watching some of those stories online.

I had to turn a lot of them off though: 
the ones that are full of expert advice to get out and exercise, eat more Omega 3s, etc. just make me feel like a loser.

Psychologist Sami Moukaddem in his TEDx talk on living with depression & suicidal thoughts says the same thing: well-meaning lifestyle advice can make him feel lonelier and worse:
"And the last thing I need is another sense of defeat."


"You find your way back to the shore…"

I'm not depressed, just sad because of circumstances, but Moukaddem's story applies to sadness too--his suicidal depression was caused by circumstances, including being a child in Lebanon during the civil war [via his bio])--and he went on to work with people who've survived extreme trauma.

From the transcript "Sami Moukaddem on Living with Depression and Suicidal Feelings":
"Not all depression is the same...  I see [my depression] as more of a physical illness, and an ailment of the soul and the psyche. In my situation, I was clear that there was trauma in my childhood. So I decided I was going to approach it through psychology work and not take drugs. 
"The best analogy I can come up for depression is that you are in the sea and the current pulls you. When the current pulls you, the common wisdom is that you don’t fight it, because if you fight it you get exhausted and you drown. The wisdom is to surrender to it. Wait for the current to spit you out and then you find your way back to the shore. 
And that is what thirty years of depression means to me. Thirty years of finding my way back to the shore."
Also--look--he has a stuffed animal! 

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"It's OK not to be OK"

My sadness is not much related to how Kevin Hines felt when his brain disease (bipolar disorder) drove him to jump off  the Golden Gate bridge (he was one of the less than 1% who survive the jump), but I really liked him and what he has to say too: 

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When I'm up for it, I do appreciate the sort of 10-steps lifestyle advice he writes about here, especially since it comes from the inside:
"After My Suicide Attempt, I Made This Plan to Stay Alive and Well"

Kevin is also part of a good article, "Jumpers" from the New Yorker. (Thanks for reminding me, Michael.)

"We love you, my heart…"

And then, from the other side, there's this story about sixty-one year old Julio De Leon, who was cycling across the George Washington Bridge when he saw a young man who'd climbed over the railing.

“I got off my bike,” Mr. De Leon said, spreading his arms, as if he were going to embrace the air. “I showed my hands like that. I started to move to him a little bit.

"I said: ‘Don’t do it. We love you, my heart,’ something like that.

“In one second, only in a second, I just moved and grabbed like this” — his right arm curled like a shepherd’s crook — “and I keep him with me,” Mr. De Leon said.
--"On a Bridge, a Quick-Thinking Cyclist Saves a Life on the Ledge," New York Times, August 4, 2016. 
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5 comments:

  1. Hi Fresca,

    I was going to comment yesterday but I let it slide. Marz coming home, hurrah! Is she in California? You said Pacific ocean and that's where my mind went. I hope she is being safe. I thought of this yesterday and then concluded it's not up to me to give her advice. She has to live it out herself, the best she can. I let it slide.
    Goats live goat's lives. Part of that is climbing on cars or fence boards or about anything they can get up on. I have watched goat kids jump with a devil-make-care attitude that some humans should learn. They would jump and call out and climb and be so in love with life. Then I thought of it some more and determined you really had to have been there. I let it slide.
    Many, many years ago I was dumped. I was put out like the trash. I was judged seemingly worthless. Two years of depression followed, maybe more. I got to the point that I had ordered the poison, packaged in an industrial quantity waiting for me on the, “will call,” dock. I could not take anymore of this life. The memories of when I had ran and jumped and climbed, they were no more. I was angry not at anyone in particular but at myself because I was failing just as I had been relegated.
    Will call went back on the shelf. Why? The details are too complicated to share here in comments. But enough to know that a crooked arm was also extended to me but in a really strange way.
    Your mom, your past, your blog, brought all these things to mind and I was going to comment, but I let it slide. People tend to run from people who are depressed and suicidal. I think it's because they don't know what to do. Extending an hand to a soul on the rail is the easiest part because it's easy to know what to do. Bless the soul who has that opportunity and does so.
    Extending a hand to the tired, beat, depressed soul in the gutter is the hard part. All I can say is that for myself, if I have the ability and room in my heart, I don't let it slide.
    Thanks again for the blog, precious. You tell Marz I'll debate goats with her anytime she wants. Silly little animals made me laugh. I think they're brilliant.

    :)

    Tom

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  2. Hi, Tom--

    Thanks for the comment.

    First, Marz ended up loving the goats!
    Says she'll miss them. So you are not alone there.

    It's so nice when we can gamble like baby goats!

    Second, I'm so glad you are still on the planet!
    The crooked arm that holds us can take very strange forms--I'm glad there was one for you.

    Yes---heroic acts of a moment--saving someone from a burning building or off a ledge are heroic, but not the same as the long, long walk "in the gutter", as you say, with depression, anxiety, or what have you.
    Not so star-studded...
    Ha. Hardly.

    If one can walk alongside, even for a few steps--that can be something.

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  3. I want to share something from the past too, from the Samaritans: How to approach someone at risk in public. The value of small talk.

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  4. I have "walked alongside" if you can call it that, when I lived with my second husband, now divorced, who one night dragged me out of bed when he was drunk, we sat in the darkened living room for hours, he with a knife held against his chest begging me to make him angry enough to push it in. I talked him down for hours until he eventually gave me the knife and went to bed. I never knew what set him off that time, only that he was always drunk when suicidal thoughts happened. Eighteen years ago that was, and he is still on the planet today, living nearby and has given up drinking.

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  5. Thank you, Michael!

    RIVER: Oh god, that is dreadful! So, hm, I misunderstood your comment about not being able to do anything...
    Still, this sounds like abuse of you by someone who was mentally ill.
    I'm sorry this happened to you! (And to him.)

    I can see why you commented that you preferred cake to marriage, back when I was briefly looking into online dating.

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