When my sister told me she feels like crying all of the time, how she just wants to sleep, and she has been gaining weight, I told her she should talk to her doctor because it sounded to me like she was experiencing signs of depression. Even as I said those words, feelings of being a hypocrite crept upon me. The voice in my head shouted "What about YOU?!?!" Who me? I can handle my issues on my own... I always have. "Except for the time you took a handful of sleeping pills and your friend had to put his fingers down your throat to make you puke them up" the voice reminds me. "That was a very long time ago" I think, as I bury that memory down deep.
One of my former employees sent me an email after reading one of my blog posts that said "what makes you a great leader that people respect is that you aren't afraid to share raw emotions to help the meaning of what we do sink in." I guess in my own way, I believe if I put myself out there and share what I have gone through or what I am going through, it will give someone else the strength to share their own stories or get the help they need. The way I find my way through the world is by writing it all out and bearing my soul in the process. So... In the spirit of being a good leader, better sister, and just plain real, here is the side of Kristen that hides under the Wonder Woman cape.
Most days, I am absolutely fine and the person you see is really me and I am happy. But there are days, sometimes weeks, that old memories bubble up to the rim of my already full life. Days that I fight back tears and have absolutely no desire to interact with others, eat, talk, exercise, or just BE. Not that I feel like hurting myself or anyone else, but times when I just want to stop the world and get off for a while. Times when my mind feels so cloudy that I actually avoid trips to my doctor because she knows me well enough to see through my facade, and I don't want anyone, not even her, to think I am not the person they think they know. Sometimes those feelings are brought on by "trigger events" like birthdays of someone I loved who has passed on or the anniversary of their death. Other times it is related to my work. Not the stress of my work, because I manage that pretty well, but the subject of the work itself. For instance, when we started our alcohol screening initiative I was reminded on a daily basis of the day I lost my best friend to an alcohol related car accident. The loss I felt after his death and other circumstances in my life with my family pushed me in to a world of true depression so dark that I thought I would be better off leaving it. Thankfully, a friend intervened.
Recently we have been working on Domestic Violence screening so I felt inspired to share my personal story as a domestic violence survivor through my blog(s). Because of my DV blog someone reached out to me to help their friend and, while I'm extremely grateful that I could help, it conjured up emotions that I had disassociated myself from for some time and it sent me in to grey days. I was recently asked to join the Domestic Violence committee at work and at the first meeting my friend said wanted me to share my personal story with the group. I literally felt like I was about to have a panic attack because though I have had private conversations about my past, I have never been asked to vocalize my experience in front of a group. I was so grateful that we ran out of time and that part was skipped, at least for that meeting. I know I want to use that chapter of my life to help educate others so I will have to find a way to cope with the overwhelming emotions that come from bringing those skeletons out of my closet. Baby steps though.
Now the focus is on Depression Screening and there is a voice inside me screaming "Yes... we need to find THESE people who need our help" and a quieter voice saying,"but, whatever you do, don't screen me because I'm just fine." Right?
From a young age I used writing and music to deal with and share my emotions. If I was upset about something, I would write a poem or a story and slip it under my mom's bedroom door and we would talk about it on the way to school. One of my first poems was called "A Point of View of a Spider" as a plea to get my mom to stop killing spiders, but growing up in a pretty dysfunctional family - my teenage years introduced darker topics like "On the Edge of Suicide". My mom freaked when I slipped that one under her door. I remember the drive to school that morning and this expression on her face that was a mix of irritation, concern, and panic all mixed together. She looked at me and said "Do I need to worry about this?" "Nope... I'm good" was all I said, even though I wasn't. Music has also been a huge part of my life. I grew up around music because my dad's band would use our house to practice. There are times when I can't find the right words to express my thoughts, so I lose myself in music until the words come along. The one that helped carry me through my teenage years and the death of my friend Robbie was "Lord is it Mine?" by Supertramp. I would slip my cassette in to my yellow sony walkman and go down to the park where I would climb a tree and hide from the world.
These past couple years, while as amazing as it is to be in the role I am in at work, have come with many challenges. There are times when work, family, home, being adult (with bills to pay), and dealing with fibromyalgia can get to be a bit overwhelming. This song "Swim" by Jack's Mannequin has helped me pull through the difficult times by reminding me of the reasons I do what I do and who I do it for. Occasionally, you're going to get caught up in turbulent seas and the only thing you can so is just "swim".
When I put on my work clothes, it is like I'm putting on a different me. The person with all those fears, doubts, and worries gets pushed aside and the strong, confident Kristen takes her place. The one that always responds "great" when someone asks how I am or cracks a joke to make someone else smile. However, Wonder Woman Kristen knows that there is a different person quietly hiding under that flowing cape waiting to surface and lately I've been thinking that, "Yes... some people can handle most things on their own, but perhaps it takes an even stronger person to ask for help when it's just too much". Feeling sad or down occasionally is normal. Depression isn't and shouldn't have to be. We should all just take off our super capes and let the world see us for who we are and allow others to help us paddle through life together.
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