There is a tag going around and I’ve seen it both here on Facebook and on Twitter in different variations but its ultimate goal is the same. Too many people do not understand depression. Too many people feel that they have not been exposed to depression and therefore it does not affect them. The problem is simple – depression isn’t something we talk about. It is the very nature of this disease to keep silent, to hide, to keep to ourselves, to close the curtains and withdraw into the dark and lose ourselves to the black comfort of sleep. Talking about depression brings on doubt, ridicule, disbelief. A shake of the head, a laugh, as people don’t take you seriously, don’t understand you – they don’t know what it’s like to look into that bleak, welcoming, hole that is depression and to fall into it and stop caring. To stop living. They don’t know. And they don’t care to know. So we keep silent.

“No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.” – Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society

But the death of Robin Williams – something I have yet been able to get myself to talk about or acknowledge – has sparked a sudden social media storm of people suddenly willing to fight to be seen and heard. In his last act of making us better people, Robin Williams has given us the ability to speak. To raise our voices and to say that he is not alone. That we are not alone. People have taken to Facebook and Twitter with the hashtags #depression, #depressionlies, #thisiswhatdepressionlookslike, #depressionkills, #depressionawareness all with the intent to bring light to this disease. To show those people who believe they are unaffected by depression that at some point in their life – they have been. They have friends, family, lovers, who are quietly suffering – loved ones who have never spoken up. Until now.

Yesterday I said, quietly, “It’s always the happiest ones who hide the darkest feelings.” A friend laughed and jokingly said, “Does that mean we have to worry about you?”

It made me realize that there are a lot of people who have no idea how much I’ve fought against it. How much I still fight, despite my ability to find amusement in anything. Yes, I am quick to laugh. Yes, I love to make people smile and I love being the picture of ridiculous silliness. And while that IS me, there’s also more than what you see. So I’m stepping outside of my comfort zone and sharing with you a little story. The picture below was taken of me in 2008. I look pretty happy right? Well I was. At least at that moment.

nikki-depressed

The moment captured in this photo is a hard one for me to talk about. In fact it’s been really hard to write this through tears as I remember this day and the ones surrounding it. It was the first day I was allowed to leave the behavioral unit at the hospital. In fact, it was the first day I had left the hospital entirely after trying to kill myself. I had locked my dorm room and taken an entire bottle of prescription pills and waited to die. I very nearly succeeded and while I don’t remember anything leading up to the ambulance ride to the hospital, I do remember being in the hospital and the pain and sickness that came with recovering. I remember being angry because I had failed. I remember being devastated that now I had to see the faces of the people who knew what I had tried to do. Most of all I remember the regret that I was still alive.

Even after I recovered from the physical pains, they kept me in the rehab unit in a separate building for awhile while I tried to get over the emotional pains. I kept a journal while I was there and it’s really hard for me to even look at it now, though I’ve kept it with me through the years as a reminder. After the hospital and rehab center, came the local behavioral house where I also started therapy before moving back on campus and seeing a counselor, a therapist, and a psychiatrist all at once. I withdrew from that semester at college and holed myself up into my own little world, trying desperately to claw my way out of the pit I had dug for myself.

That picture was the first time I got to go home. I was allowed only an hour off site from the hospital unit I was confined to. The first thing I did was visit my dog. That’s Spunky greeting me in that picture. I AM happy. I am happy because I honestly thought I had said my final good-bye to him and I was surprised by how relieved I felt to see him again. How glad I was to feel his tongue on my face because he was so happy to see me he couldn’t contain himself. And it felt good to be loved so much. This picture shows the first time I felt regret for what I tried to do, and the relief that I was still alive.

It was a really long road to recovery. And to be honest. I’m still not recovered. In fact, a little over two years later, I tried to kill myself again and landed once again in the hospital. Depression isn’t something that can be fixed with a few pills and a bunch of happy memes (though they can help). It’s a constant battle. It’s a fight to live. It’s a fight to wake up in the morning and breathe and it’s a fight to find happiness in the world when so many things seem so bad. When you’re in that mindset, in that downward spiral of feeling worthless, useless, dead – it’s hard to get out and remind yourself that depression does lie. It LIES. It is a battle. But, and this might sound cheesy and cliche, it DOES get better. The more you fight, the more you start really living and stepping outside your routine of just going through the motions, the more you open your eyes, the more good days you will actually have. The more light there will be on the other side of that dark tunnel.

happydoor

Maybe I’m a hypocrite – I still fight every day. I try to do small things to keep me going. I call the door to my bedroom my “Happy Door” – every time I’m sad, I doodle a picture on a post-it note of something that makes me happy and I put it on that door. It’s now covered in small, colorful pieces of paper and it makes me happy every time I look at it. I made a playlist with nothing but happy songs that I make myself listen to when I feel down. When I’m dangerously close to horrible thoughts, I make plans with my friends so I’m not alone. I play the ukulele. I beat up villains in video games. I draw. I go to the dog park even though I no longer have a dog. I try to put myself into happy situations as much as I can because I know that I can’t do this alone. I can’t fight it when I’m by myself, with the covers over my head.

Taking that first step is the hardest part. Taking action is against everything your depression tells you to do. But depression lies. When it says you can’t do something, tell yourself YOU CAN. When it says you aren’t good enough, tell yourself YOU ARE. When it tells you that you will never be happy again, tell yourself YOU WILL BE. I am fighting too. I am with you. You are not alone. I am not alone. WE are not alone. THAT is why it is so important to speak up. To use this time when the world seems to be suddenly sitting up and listening to act and to say that this disease, this horrible horrible disease that kills so many people, needs to be acknowledged and that EVERYONE has in some way or form been touched by it. Don’t ignore it. Don’t sweep it under the rug. Don’t roll your eyes when someone tells you they’re depressed and need help. Reach out your hand and take theirs and tell them you will do everything you can to help them. Even if you don’t understand it. Just tell them you’re there for them. Because sometimes, that’s all we want. To not feel alone.

We are living, breathing beings made of stardust and particles of forgotten galaxies. We are here for a purpose and in this short blink of a lifespan, we are given the opportunity to change the world. We are given the ability to make others smile and laugh and cry and live and we owe it to ourselves to sing and dance and LIVE. I am telling you this as much as I am telling myself. Because I am still fighting this every single day. But it’s worth it. Because you matter. I matter. This life we are living matters, to every single person around us.

“All things by immortal power,
Near or far,
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling of a star…” – Francis Thompson

Nobody is untouched by depression. We are all connected. So this is my story and I’m sharing it with you all in order to bring awareness to those who think they are untouchable. And to hopefully help those too afraid to share their stories – who are too afraid to believe that they are not alone. You’re not. I’m here. We are here. We are in this together.

Please keep fighting. You can do it. I believe in you.

More Vacation Rambles.

Last night I finally got WoW back up and running thanks to my dear Meg Sue. Ash is going to start hers in a few days. I tried to play last night but the queue for Kel’Thuzad was so long that I started watching a movie half-way through and when I came back I had been kicked back off the server. I’ll try again tonight if we have time.

We were supposed to go to the zoo this morning, but Emmy the baby (Ash’s six month old niece) is sick so instead we’re going to go meet up with Ash’s dad and explore downtown Austin. I’m going to be such a tourist, I just know it. The one thing I regret while here is the fact that I did not take any shorts or sandals and they say it might get up to 80 today. But it’s already beautiful and I’m so excited.

Last night we went out and had Thai food and somehow or other I ended up downing some sort of shellfish and had a very very small allergic reaction (my face got tight and my throat hurt and my ears started throbbing at the end of the night). It’s nothing compared to if I actually eat crab, but it was enough to make me slightly uncomfortable. I’ll not make that mistake again, trust me. It was delicious and we’re going to a Tokyo Steakhouse tonight for sushi and I cannot wait.

Anyway, we’re all getting ready to go somewhere. You know, half the time I don’t know what’s going on here and I’m just along for the ride. But I’m content, I’m in Texas, and this whole place is just beautiful. Wish you were all here!

Some more Texas.

I’ve completely dropped the ball on this whole blogging daily thing, but I hope that you can all forgive me since I’m on vacation. I’ll be back soon.

Texas is amazing and wonderful and beautiful. Yesterday we spent the whole day out at Ash’s grandparents’ ranch and I have never seen a sky that big and open before. It was almost overwhelming (but in a good sense). We ended up taking the utility cart out to the end of the property (they have 100 acres) and exploring this really old oak forest that has a creek running through it. I spent much of the time just running because I could (cold-induced asthma? Haha, I laugh in the face of cold weather!) and Ash took pictures (which I have yet to upload). I met all of her family, got along wonderfully with everyone (especially her aunts and grandpa) and ate tons of food. I think we’re going back out there later today and I can’t wait (I can’t think of anything to add in parentheses – I fail).

We haven’t gotten a chance to explore the city of Austin yet, but I hope we do. I want to be a total tourist and take tons of pictures. I love it here. I honestly cannot wait until we move here. I love Tennessee and the mountains and that will be perfect for us for six months, but this little preview of Texas has excited me. I understand why all of Ash’s family loves it here and why her mom wants to come back. It’s just beautiful.

I haven’t been keeping up with any news or politics or anything that’s actually worth blogging about, so you’ll have to deal with my personal vacation crap until we go back, which will probably be on Friday. Hope everyone is having a good end of 2008. I can’t believe how fast 2009 is creeping up.

Scary.

Under the Texan Sun.

Everything really is bigger in Texas.

The sky is beautiful here and the weather is fantastic. I really, truly honestly can’t think of anything else to say. I’m just happy.

Well, I’d be happier if Spunky didn’t feel the need to bark at every tiny little movement or sound three miles away. I swear, that dog barks at ghosts walking the halls of buildings a dozen cities over. It drives everyone nuts.

But other than that, Texas is wonderful and that’s all the blogging you’re getting from me for now. I’m tired and it’s warm and my leg is falling asleep.

And I’m uploading patches for World of Warcraft which I’m way behind on. I cannot wait to start playing again.

A Wet Pup.

I’m off to bed. Still feeling horrible and sinus-y and just icky in general. So I’m going to leave you with a wet pup.

Spunky

Ash gave him a bath at work the other day. He looks like a bat with those ears of his. Got to love our Spunky. Silly pup.

Night.

Pup of the Day.

Spunky

The best picture of Spunky ever, taken yesterday on top of Rock Knob at Hartley Park. Ash took it. This is why she should be a pet photographer. She takes some of the best pictures I have ever seen of our kids. She’s honestly an amazing photographer. And Spunky is one of the prettiest pups ever.

He knows it too.

Scarcity, mummies, and dogs.

I was made to sit down and watch The Mummy tonight because it was apparently imperative to my very existence that I see it. However, about two minutes before the actual ending of the movie I realized that I have, in fact, seen the whole thing. So I guess my life wasn’t at stake to begin with.

My legs hurt and blogging will be scarce this week on account of the fact that we have a friend staying with us and crashing on our floor. Good times will be had and I’m not sure how much internet time I’ll have (but it’s well worth it, and I’m sure you understand).

I shall leave you with an interesting story about man’s best friend.

According to the Palais de Justice in Paris, a recent preliminary hearing marked the first time in France, and perhaps in the world, in which a dog had been called as a formal witness in a murder case. “Scooby Doo” was brought into the courtroom so that a judge could watch how he reacted when he approached the defendant, who was accused of killing Scooby’s master, and according to a dispatch in London’s Daily Telegraph, the dog “barked furiously,” helping convince the judge to set the case for trial. [Daily Telegraph, 9-10-08]

Dogs are amazing. Moreso than people, in many many cases. Our dog? Spoiled rotten. But we love him. Even when he is a lazy-butt (but he’s a cute lazy-butt).

Spunky says it’s time for bed. Night all.