Mind as a Battlefield
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:08 am
Some people may look at me and think I have no reason to be depressed. I come from a reasonably normal family. My childhood was no worse than anyone else's. I always had a roof over my head and food on the table. I had friends. I had nothing to be ungrateful for.
I'm not terrible looking...I have always been a straight A student, I finished University, I currently hold a professional and well-paying job.
So really, I shouldn't have a reason to be unhappy. I have accomplished everything I've wanted to accomplish. But now I feel like my pursuit of happiness has come to a complete hault. I thought after reaching my goals I would no longer have a reason to feel depressed. Like getting to a better place financially and socially would make it go away. I always told myself, "one day it will be better, once you reach your goal things will start to look up."
I'm well-educated and I feel as though I should know the difference. I should be able to stop it. I should be able to control my emotions. I toss the ideas around back and forth seeking some sort of logic to hang onto...but at the end of the day it comes back to how I'm feeling...and that's when rationale goes out the window.
Recently, a highly respected member of our community killed himself. He was a police officer. The response was mixed - "why did he do it?, how could he do it?, how dare he do this to his family?" and so on and so forth.
While everyone was discussing their inability to understand suicide and placing their judgement on this man as selfish and inconsiderate, I was feeling a sense of peace and release for him. I even felt slightly envious. He no longer has to suffer.
I realised these feelings were not normal and so shortly after this experience I saw my doctor. He placed me on an anti-depressant. I have since tried several other medications due to side effects. Those of you who know what it's like to be on medication understand how long it takes for the drug to start working. Weeks have become months with what seems like endless trials.
I feel like I'm not meant to get better. My job has become unsatisfying, I am lonely, I cry endlessly and sporatically, I feel lost, I feel like no matter what I do and no matter how hard I try and no matter what I accomplish....I will never ever reach that place. The place everyone wants to be. I feel like there is no "up". There is no better place...it's nothing more than a lie we feed ourselves to keep motivating ourselves into trying harder, working harder, being better.
My most important question is, if there really is no where to go that can bring happiness, then why are we all striving so hard to get there? How many disappointing accomplishments must we achieve before we realise that there is no better place? All this work and effort is just draining...and for no reason at all.
So here I am, back at square one...thinking about the police officer....and wishing I had the same feeling of peace and release regarding my ownself....which I still indoubitably feel for him.
......
I'm not terrible looking...I have always been a straight A student, I finished University, I currently hold a professional and well-paying job.
So really, I shouldn't have a reason to be unhappy. I have accomplished everything I've wanted to accomplish. But now I feel like my pursuit of happiness has come to a complete hault. I thought after reaching my goals I would no longer have a reason to feel depressed. Like getting to a better place financially and socially would make it go away. I always told myself, "one day it will be better, once you reach your goal things will start to look up."
I'm well-educated and I feel as though I should know the difference. I should be able to stop it. I should be able to control my emotions. I toss the ideas around back and forth seeking some sort of logic to hang onto...but at the end of the day it comes back to how I'm feeling...and that's when rationale goes out the window.
Recently, a highly respected member of our community killed himself. He was a police officer. The response was mixed - "why did he do it?, how could he do it?, how dare he do this to his family?" and so on and so forth.
While everyone was discussing their inability to understand suicide and placing their judgement on this man as selfish and inconsiderate, I was feeling a sense of peace and release for him. I even felt slightly envious. He no longer has to suffer.
I realised these feelings were not normal and so shortly after this experience I saw my doctor. He placed me on an anti-depressant. I have since tried several other medications due to side effects. Those of you who know what it's like to be on medication understand how long it takes for the drug to start working. Weeks have become months with what seems like endless trials.
I feel like I'm not meant to get better. My job has become unsatisfying, I am lonely, I cry endlessly and sporatically, I feel lost, I feel like no matter what I do and no matter how hard I try and no matter what I accomplish....I will never ever reach that place. The place everyone wants to be. I feel like there is no "up". There is no better place...it's nothing more than a lie we feed ourselves to keep motivating ourselves into trying harder, working harder, being better.
My most important question is, if there really is no where to go that can bring happiness, then why are we all striving so hard to get there? How many disappointing accomplishments must we achieve before we realise that there is no better place? All this work and effort is just draining...and for no reason at all.
So here I am, back at square one...thinking about the police officer....and wishing I had the same feeling of peace and release regarding my ownself....which I still indoubitably feel for him.
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