Definition: Depression is more than just sadness. People with depression may experience a lack of interest and pleasure in daily activities, significant weight loss or gain, insomnia or excessive sleeping, lack of energy, inability to concentrate, feelings of worthlessness or excessive guilt and recurrent thoughts of death or suicide.
Research reports 22% of Americans over the age of 18 have been diagnosed with depression. That’s over 46 million people or 1 in 5 adults.
That’s huge! And I want to talk about it.
When I left home for college I had a difficult time transitioning. Every single part of experiencing a new phase of life, growing up, and figuring out who I was in the college environment was so confusing, so overwhelming, and downright miserable. I hated my college years. I had a difficult time making and maintaining friendships, I had no motivation to continue my 4.0 streak, I slept a lot, and cried a lot. During my Freshman year of Spring Break, I had an annual checkup appointment with my doctor and after some discussion, she prescribed me an anti-depressant to “ease the transition”.
Once the ‘weight gain’ side effects took place, I shelved the bottle and never thought about it again. If 19 year old Whitney was going to gain some lbs, she would have rather eaten some delicious food or skipped some workouts than take some pills. (27 year old Whitney would have felt the same) :) You see, depression was explained to me as feelings of sadness and thoughts of suicide. Well, I didn’t always feel sad and I didn’t want to end my life so I thought surely I wasn’t really depressed, I just needed the right elements to feel fine. Needless to say, I transferred twice and went to three different colleges attempting to alleviate the “life transition depression”.
I wish I could say everything was better and that clarity ensued after graduation, however that certainly wasn’t the case. If I was juggling all the balls in college, I was letting them all fall to the ground after college.
My closest friends and family members were dumbfounded. What happened to the responsible, positive, go-getter from high school? Trust me, I was just as puzzled.
For me, responsible life felt crushing. Paying bills on time, getting the mail regularly, and going to work full time felt impossible. Imagine explaining that to someone…. They think you’re ridiculous. I couldn’t seem to ‘get it together’.
Those two or three years on my own were dicey. Getting up every day to do what I needed to do felt like wading through mud. I wasn’t always sad though and I still didn’t want to end my life as the well-known definition states. I just felt weighed down and I didn’t know why.
Fast forward to the early stages of my dating relationship with my (now) husband. If you want to magnify your flaws and weaknesses, live life with someone! Boy, were some of those phases hard-hitting!
….I was forced to realize that the “normal things” still felt more demanding than they should. And I was exhausted. Constantly tired. Again, I didn’t feel sad I just couldn’t shake off the sleepiness. After a full night of restful sleep, I could have slept the entire next day.
Convinced I had an iron deficiency or under performing thyroid, I went to the doctor. After a series of questions the doctor asked if I was depressed. I flashed back to my college and post college years and compared to that I surmised I was not depressed. He then gave me a written test to take. On paper: I was depressed.
You guys, I still didn’t feel sad or worthless or guilty. I didn’t have trouble eating or not eating. I still liked being around people and doing things. I was just tired; and normal responsibilities consumed A LOT of energy from me. I didn’t have a thyroid problem, I had a serotonin problem. That’s a thing.
After 6 weeks of taking the prescription, I felt like a whole new person. And since I’m not selling anti-depressants here, you should just believe me. All of a sudden I knew what it felt like to not need to sleep all the time, I had more energy, and daily responsibilities no longer felt like huge looming tasks. The weight or fog that had been with me for so long was barely there. That’s amazing.
It’s been almost two years. I still have bad days. I still get tired, overwhelmed, sad, and anxious… but that's life and it's now manageable.
As my understanding of depression deepens, I feel responsible to share. I went through many years feeling like something was “wrong” with me when it turns out my brain just was messing up some chemicals and it needed a slight tweak. I want mental health to be a topic the way high blood pressure or cholesterol is. I just want people to know they’re OK and normal even if they don’t really feel it. Just knowing wins the battle.