Depression is a Dementor–And It Lies to You

Sea WallI’ve been reading a lot about depression lately. Many of my friends suffer from it, and for months on end they struggle with simple tasks like getting out of bed and going to work each day. Others are not affected to the point of being so dysfunctional, but it does impact every waking moment. It prevents them from fully enjoying their lives, their achievements, and the company of their loved ones. Because of the lies depression whispers to them, they sabotage themselves both professionally and personally. Still others manifest physical symptoms with their depression, experiencing chronic, crippling pain which only makes getting through each day even harder.

For years, I’ve lived with depressing circumstances: a down economy, bills that needed to be paid, creeping health issues, and a house that was falling down around me and no resources to repair it. My situation was depressing but I wasn’t depressed. Exhausted, yes. Discouraged, yes. But not depressed.

Somewhere in the last year, however, I’ve lost my balance. I’m no longer walking the tightrope of depression. I’ve slipped off the wire and am mired in the muddy trough beneath. Believe me, there is a world of difference.

Black dog CampaignWinston Churchill used to refer to depression as a black dog that followed him around–and though he was not the first to use this imagery, he was probably one of the most famous people to employ it. If you Google the words “Black Dog” and “Depression”, you will find hundreds of links to books, articles, and blogs about the topic by this reference. There is even a website called The Black Dog Institute aimed raising the awareness of depression as a medical condition–dedicated to illuminating this crippling condition shared by so many people.

Churchill was probably bipolar. He was aware that he had a medical problem, but this was back before there were medications to treat this disease. His historical consumption of alcohol and nicotine is believed to have been in part an attempt to self-medicate, though certainly studies have linked depression and substance abuse. Yet despite these known facts, Churchill is regarded as being one of the greatest wartime leaders of the 20th century. Another famous person with depression was Abraham Lincoln–and yet no one in their right mind would say that neither Churchill or Lincoln had any impact on the lives of the people around them, or that they failed as leaders of their respective countries. Chances are, however, this is exactly what their depression probably told them at some point in their lives.

Because that’s what depression does to you. It lies. It tells you that you are worthless and that your best achievements are only flour paste and paper beside everyone else’s Faberge eggs. Worse, it tells you that things will never get better–that you will always be sunk to your hips in black mud, dragging pounds of it with you where ever you go, never being able to get ahead, make it to solid ground, move on with your life. Not only does it lie, but it makes you forget. You forget that you have people that love you for who you are, despite your perceived failings. That you have accomplished things of worth, that you are a valued employee. A good daughter. A loving son.

When I look back over the past year, I can see now that I was already bogged down in the early stages of depression, but I didn’t recognize it until now. Let’s face it, life has been tough for all of us lately. Sometimes it isn’t until things start to ease up a little, when the yoke doesn’t chafe quite as much, that we can appreciate there is more to our weariness than the effort of making ends meet.

I’ve been this tired before. I’ve worked these kinds of hours all of my professional career and yet at one point, I was writing the equivalent of a novella a month. My writing output dropped by at least 70 percent, however, and I was deeply unhappy with the work I was managing to produce. It was only then that I realized that this was depression talking, not me. It was depression telling me that I am burned out on my job, burned out on being compassionate, of giving most people around me the benefit of the doubt. Depression telling me that if I hadn’t been so kind, so quick to see the other person’s side, that I wouldn’t be in the financial straits that I am in right now. Depression telling me that it will never get better, only harder, that I am doomed to work up until my dying day with no respite in sight, or until my health completely breaks down. That I will never be more than a mediocre writer and that I should forget about hoping that one day the writing will allow me to work a little less hard at the day job.

Unfortunately, I am one of those people who cannot take medication for depression. Believe me, I’ve tried. After four attempts at various points in my life with different classes of drugs, I’ve experienced every severe side effect in the book, including thoughts of suicide when I wasn’t having them before. After a recent “Brittany Spears” weekend (so named because the medication I was taking caused emotional blowouts, including a strong desire to hack off all my hair with a pair of pinking shears), I’ve decided that I will not attempt medication again. I am still functional. I am more functional with my depression than I am on medication. My black dog of depression seems to be a lot gentler than most, anyway. I think of it more as Eeyore.

Which means I can manage it. If I get enough sleep, if I watch what I eat, if I get regular exercise. If, if, if. These are things that are easy to say and hard to implement when you can’t sleep because your entire body hurts, or you are too bloody exhausted to exercise because you just got home from a 10-12 hour workday and you didn’t get a lunch break and you didn’t get any sleep the night before. Hello, vicious cycle. However, failing to plan is planning to fail. If my only recourse for getting better is self-treatment through diet and exercise, then I have to implement these things.

So this is what I’ve learned from my own Eeyore of depression.

Snowy ridgeDepression is a Dementor. J.K. Rowling created Dementors in the Harry Potter stories as dark creatures without souls that feed off the happiness of people. They caused depression and despair in anyone they fed upon, eventually reducing that person to an empty shell, stealing their souls. I can’t help but wonder if Rowling herself has had some experience with depression because I can’t think of a more apt description. Depression sucks all the color out of your life, leaving you with a bleak, gray existence and no memory of it ever having been any different. It tells you it never will be different and that you should just go belly up and give in to it. It lies. Remember that. It lies.

There is a spell to ward off Dementors. Ah, see, the most powerful weapon you have against depression is your own mind. Your negative thoughts are your enemy as well. I’m the first to say that for many people there is a biochemical component to depression and for the love of God, get on the right medication. There are many, many forms of medications out there. Because one doesn’t work for you, that doesn’t mean none of them will. I am probably the exception rather than the rule when it comes to medication.

But in my own battles, I’ve found that the very mind poisoning my thoughts against me is the thing in the end that can save me too. In the world of Harry Potter, there was the Patronus spell to ward off Dementors. I find it interesting that it is a complicated spell that requires, at its core, that you concentrate with all your might on one single happy memory. I think one of the keys to fighting depression is to find your own Patronus spell. Your own Spirit Guardian to ward off your Dementor, your black dog, or your Eeyore, as the case may be.

I love the movie Labyrinth. It’s the sort of film you can watch again and again and find something new each time. One of the most powerful scenes in the movie comes near the end, when Sarah, confronted by the Goblin King in a bid to keep her as his prisoner in his world, begins quoting from a play she’d been rehearsing at the beginning movie. During the course of the film Sarah has grown from the willful child who could not understand the meaning of the words she was trying to memorize to a strong young woman who has experienced loss and hardship beyond her limited world-view. Now the words make sense.


The part where she tells Jareth “You have no power over me” is a moment of revelation. And that is exactly what we need to tell depression. Every day. We need to stare it in the face, back it up against a wall, and tell declare, “You have no power over me.”

Do it. I can’t explain why, but it helps. There is magic in such words.

The third lesson is tougher. Ashton Kutcher recently made an acceptance speech that went viral because he took the opportunity on winning his award to thank his fans and tell them three very important things: that opportunity always comes with hard work, that the secret to being sexy your whole life is to be smart and compassionate and thoughtful, and no one out there who built a better world for themselves was any smarter than you are–they just went out and did it. It’s a great speech–I encourage you to stick it out past the screams of the teenaged fangirls and listen to it.

But here’s the part Kutcher left out. It is perfectly possible that you will do everything right: that you will work hard and apply yourself, get a degree, enter the workforce, give 150% of yourself to your job–and you will still wind up unrecognized or unrewarded. Because you know what? Being compassionate and doing the right thing might allow you to look at your reflection in the mirror without cringing, but not necessarily garner respect in the workplace. You can do everything right and through no fault of your own, wind up living in a crappy little house with no possibility of retirement in sight, having to pick and choose which bills to pay when.

Maybe you had a medical crisis that wiped out your savings. Maybe you chose to take a lower paying job so you could stay close to your aging parent. Maybe you had to choose between corporate advancement or being the best father to your child right now. The truth is it possible to give it your all year after year and still have nothing to show for it.

redbud resizedSo take your happiness where you can. Remember too, that success is an ephemeral term. Don’t let your measure of success be defined by other people. The view from the ridge behind my house is mine, even if I don’t own the land associated with it. Remember too, that sooner or later, spring always comes again. Winter is not forever.

Remember too, that when you are battling depression, it is okay to protect yourself. Cut off ties to toxic people, those who cannot understand what you are going through and try to batter you into ‘picking up your chin’ or ‘get over yourself’. I believe that someone who has never experienced depression is incapable of completely understanding it–but I also think that even among people who *do* know what it is like, when they themselves are not depressed, it is hard for them to get what you are going through. Remember your real friends though. The ones that stand by you through hell and back. You don’t the energy to thank them? Try. Some days they may be the only lighthouse in a sea of bleak fog.

You can’t deal with angsty television shows where your favorite character might get killed off next week? That’s okay. You only want to read light fluffy stories that are pure escapism and you know how they’re going to end? That’s okay too. There will come a time in which you are emotionally stronger and you find you want to read or watch something more challenging.

Until then, I’ll be writing my light, fluffy, escapist, HEA stories as my own form of therapy–and I will be delighted to share them with you. (Hey, it’s cheaper than therapy!)

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10 thoughts on “Depression is a Dementor–And It Lies to You

  1. I think JK Rowling has said that the Dementors were born of her own struggle with depression!
    I read a book called Spontaneous Happiness and one of the things the author talked about was how we live in this society where we have this strange, unachievable notion that we should be happy ALL THE TIME and that itself can cause depression. because being happy all the time is impossible and unattainable, but no one tells you that or ‘sells’ that. they ‘sell’ the idea that if you aren’t happy all the time, you need [insert product placement here] and you WILL be. But then you buy that and you still aren’t happy. because things don’t make you happy long term. We’re meant to be content, not deliriously happy ALL THE TIME. And we spend a lot of time thinking about tomorrow or next week or the next month when we could be enjoying the RIGHT HERE.

    I think the hardest thing for me when I’m struggling with my depression is the sense of… nothingness. I don’t have the will to do anything, to be anything, to change anything. and so it’s hard to get yourself out of that state because you’ve lost the one thing you need to do it – you’re ability to CARE and to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. and that’s a very hard thing for people who haven’t struggled with depression to figure out.

    there was a great cartoon on the web that I saw that pretty much summed up depression for me perfectly.

    I highly recommend it.

    • I didn’t know that about Rowling but it makes a lot of sense–I’ve never read such a perfect metaphor for depression before. 🙂

      I’d seen the cartoon you linked here before–as a matter of fact, it was given to me by a friend struggling with that kind of nothingness at the time. It’s one of the reasons I say I don’t have a Black Dog, I have an Eeyore. I don’t think I’ve ever been that dark–just ‘this is my lot in life and I have to keep trudging’. Thank you for the link, though, it is a great thing to have when you need it (like The Spoon Theory, sometimes you need to have these links on hand to show someone exactly what you mean) Now I have this one handy too–thank you!

      Huh. You made me realize I don’t feel ‘nothing’–I feel miserable. I walk around under the weight of my inadequacies and catalog them whenever I start to feel a little bit better about something. It’s like I have a little raincloud over my head all the time.

      I do see your point about the way society expects us to be happy all the time, and for years, I’ve pointed out to people that you can’t expect to be medicated out of a bad life situation–but the kind of depression you’re experiencing (and that of the friend who shared the cartoon with me as well) means that you are *never* happy–that even when you should be delirious with joy, you are incapable of appreciating it. That was how I finally talked my friend into getting professional help–by pointing out the apathy shown toward a major life event.

      You are so right about the loss of will to do the things needed to change the situation. It is the hardest thing to overcome and what I am struggling with now myself. But I sit here typing this knowing that I am the *only* one who can change this situation. I just have to figure out how. 😉

      *hugs to you* I know you’ve been struggling for a while now. Hope things are getting better for you.
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      • Things are better! I’m fortunate in a way because I’d already taken the big step years ago and gotten help and so now when my depression flares up [as it can do] I feel a lot more capable and prepared to deal with it. and I dont’ feel so…. helpless or feel as much of the stigma about it as some people do. I treat it like an illness that needs to be managed. My management tools are meds, therapy, meditation and my self-talk. I’m an active participant in my life and not just… someone that life happens to, if that makes sense. So I feel a lot more proactive and responsible for my own mental state in a GOOD way. I know I can be better, I have been better, I just need to get to that place again. You know?

  2. *hugs you* I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way. I wish there was something I could REALLY do to help, other than to comiserate with you. I know it gets harder and harder to make lemonade out of lemons, but I hope you can get to a place where you can drink the good Kool-aid sometimes. (Wow, what a whacked-out metaphor.)

    *hugs again*

    • Aw, that’s very kind of you–really, you have been a superb friend and a wonderful supporter–I couldn’t ask for anything more from you! I think the hardest part is that the writing isn’t much fun at the moment, and that has always been my chief coping mechanism in the past. I’ve got to figure out how to get the fun back–and the answer may lie in not giving a rap if anything sells or not anymore.

      Part of me thinks that’s giving up, but the truth of the matter is ever since I’ve put the pressure on myself to ‘succeed’ as a writer, my productivity has fallen off dramatically. At one point I told myself it was because I was striving to write better stories, but it shouldn’t be this hard. I used to be in a state of excited anticipation to come home and write–now I stare at the keyboard for an hour and go check out Facebook instead.

      I think part of the answer is to *stop* participating so much in social media. It may be the ticket to sales and success for some people, but I think it’s bad for me in many ways. And I think I was more productive when I stayed offline more. I only have so many hours in the day–I think social media needs to take a much lower priority. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you (or anyone else) though! You’ve got my email address. 🙂
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  3. This resonated with me so much it was hard to read. I had to leave it for a bit and come back to finish. But I’m glad I read it and thank you for writing it. It helps to know others go through this and to learn their coping strategies. Not everything works for everybody, but I’ve gotten better suggestions from others followed by that black dog than any therapist.

    • I’m sorry it was hard to read but I’m glad anything I could say might be of any use at all. There are days when I feel like a fraud for even suggesting I might be depressed because I am pretty darn functional. But I suspect my form of depression expresses itself more in a constant negative feedback loop than say, the kind of enervating apathy some people describe. Stay strong and keep talking to people who know what it’s like to deal with this. I learn something new from someone else on the subject almost every day. 😉

  4. Ugh, such a hard post to read. {{HUGS}}

    I’ve only had brief, passing experiences with clinical depression, which were bad enough; but my mother was bi-polar and her depressive cycles were epic and horrifying. When I read about JKR basing the dementors on her own struggles with depression, it made so much sense to me. It says a lot that you made that connection w/out even knowing it.

    Perhaps OT but I get very annoyed with people who think the answer to depression is a pat one — pull up your bootstraps, take your meds, take a vacation, chill out, etc. IMHO it’s like telling someone with a broken leg to walk around on it more so that it heals faster, preferably without a cast on because that’s just crutch, right? *glowers* I think in our culture we tend to downplay mental issues because we all hate the idea that sometimes, we really are not in control of our brain. But we aren’t consciously in control of our liver, either, ffs.

    I know things have been particularly rough for you and while I’m SO glad business has been picking up, I know how little that kind of progress registers in the midst of depression. I hope you find some solutions, albeit through diet, exercise, what-have-you. One thing Mother’s experience taught me is that the only people who find the answers to their questions are the ones who never give up looking, and I know for a fact you’re one strong stubborn lady! <3
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    • I think one of the reasons that depression is difficult to ‘take seriously’ is because the medical profession in this country has been primed to make a snap diagnosis and hand out an Rx within a 15 minute window of time, due to the pressures of the insurance industry. And having experienced first-hand how an incorrect diagnosis can severely impact your health insurance rates (and create a blot that apparently can never be removed, even with the *correct* diagnosis), I can imagine that many people are afraid to admit they might be depressed for fear of what it will do to their insurance. Hopefully the Affordable Healthcare Act will change all that.

      For me, the problem was quite clear for a long time: I was in a tough situation. Tough situations have to be dealt with–you can’t medicate them away. Chronic pain for over 20 years–check, lived with that. Wonky GI tract? Inconvenient, but manageable. Living paycheck to paycheck? Hah! What else is new? That 20 pounds gained over the last few years? Frustrating, but ultimately manageable.

      It was the vertigo that finally tipped the balance. It makes me *afraid*. I feel frail. I don’t trust myself to walk two horses in from the pasture. I worry the dog will lunge at something on leash and take me down. I have to get people to help me at work because I can’t lie on my stomach and look up at the belly of a dog, or tip my head back to get something off the top shelf.

      I find myself thinking, “This will be your last horse” and “This will be your last big dog” and I burst into tears. I am frightened of losing my independence more than anything else in my life. Only a few months ago, I could stand in the middle of the room and put my socks on without holding on to anything for balance. Now I can’t even roll over in bed without the world spinning. What is next? Not being able to work? Not being able to drive? It is terrifying because I have no choice but to keep going. There is no back up plan. I can’t curl up in bed and let someone else take care of me. I won’t be that kind of burden to anyone.

      So there you have it–I’m left with soldiering on. Honestly, if the depression wasn’t impacting my ability to write, my life wouldn’t be all that different from the way it was before. The writing was the “more than mere survival”, it was the thing that gave meaning to life. Now that the words have to pulled out one at a time from the mud, my faith in them is drying up too.

      So I’m going to take the pressure off myself to ‘succeed’ as an author. I just want to go back to having fun with it.

      Thank you for your kind words (and your vote of confidence). I just need to start implementing the things I know can help. 😉
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