Today I want to talk about the process I went through to overcome depression and what I learned along the way. I want to stress the fact that it is a process. There is no quick fix. It always takes time.
This is a somewhat autobiographical account of my 2 years after high school and my struggle to figure myself out. I talk about the mindset I had, the challenges I faced and the strategies I used to overcome them.
Whether you think this concerns you or not, though my context may be different from yours you may come to find many similarities with your path.
Context
Let me set the stage for you, this part is a bit long but is necessary to explain the state of mind I had at the time.
I’m 17 years old. I just finished high school. I’ve almost always had excellent grades and thrive in school. I was first of my class nine years straight with minimal work. I’m told I have abilities others don’t, that I’m special. I don’t care, all I hear is an excuse to justify my academic success. And, that so called “success” I find meaningless. I don’t have much of a social life. I love sport, I row.
I have no prospects for the future. I don’t know what I want to do. I just know I’m a good student. My parents see I have potential. I’m advised to try medical school. I see it as a challenge. The first year of med school (in France) is apparently very hard and selective. You work one year and at the end only about 15% make the cut. To me this is basic academics, a little challenge, the sort of thing I know how to do. I strategise, research methods of work and optimise for efficiency. I move to a new town, stop rowing and learn what it’s like to actually work long hours. I work out of my 9 sq. meter (96 sq ft) dorm room, stay disciplined and finish in the top half of accepted students. I pass onto my 2nd year.
Now all is well in the world, I’m a second year med student, strangers congratulate me for something I don’t consider of much value, tell me it must have been hard and that I’m courageous. I brush it all off because it wasn’t that hard for me and I don’t obsess over past achievements. What’s done is done. Let’s move on to something else. I socialise very little, have no goal, no friends, I dread the question Do you know what you want to do later?, I have no fucking clue and think I’m supposed to know. I don’t. It makes me feel bad for not knowing. Something must be wrong with me.
I was in a safe environment all my life. The school system is easy for me, so I set a goal of 18/20, and figured out how to achieve it with minimal effort, spending my time rowing, watching youtube videos and discovering personal development. The first year of medicine, has an external goal that couldn’t be clearer, pass the first year. I aim for top 25 students and resort to figuring out what I need to do. (I didn’t end up in top 25 but I got my year anyway). Easy peasy.
Now though, in 2nd year I have no clear goal, there is no pressure to perform, all you need is 10/20 to pass. There is this test in 6 years but that’s too far off and I don’t even know if I want to be a doctor. I obsess over the question Why the hell am I in med school?
I’m big on personal development and try to figure myself out. Taking personality tests and various other tests that give me no particular practical guidance. I’m looking for something or someone to tell me what to do. I stumble on the follow your passion advice. That messes me up because I don’t have one. I don’t feel good enough and I feel worthless. As you might have guessed, at this point I’ve been doing this for a full year, it wasn’t a great time to go through. I became a living hell. I’m studying stuff I find a bit interesting but it needs to be a passion? Well I definitely don’t have it, I actually find it rather boring because all you do is learn, digest and vomit your knowledge into some dehumanising multiple choice questions twice a year. I don’t know what I want. I want someone to tell me what to do, why and how, but no one does. How frustrating.
Depressed
I start going berserk. I’m an ass with my parents and I still don’t know what to do. I isolate myself. Around Christmas I’m bored beyond my days and decide to start continuous writing. More on that later.
I decide to isolate myself further, believing it would be interesting to see how I react to staying in a room for 12 hours doing nothing but siting or writing my thoughts. (It wasn’t very interesting). I resort to an old habit of adolescent impulses, watching pornography, to get some chemical boost that lasts about ten seconds but makes you feel like shit and ashamed for a couple minutes before you rationalise it somehow. Eventually I get sick of pornography and decide to never do it again. I’m disgusted with myself. I’m working just to pass, but I hate that mentality. I’ve always wanted to excel and now I’m settling for 10/20? I see absolutely no point in working to be the best for just some stupid grade. I feel terrible most of the time and put on a happy face for class and when I have to socialise. Nobody cares what I feel. Progressively I work less and less. By the second semester of 2nd year, I’m all cooped up in my small room, binging on TV show and movies, reading books, masturbating and in my free time I study a little just so I pass, because I would hate to do this again for another year. Everybody seems perfect and seems to have no problems, while I seem to be the only one in my world who is full of shit. I’m what one might call depressed.
Looking back I probably thought it couldn’t get any worse. But as you can guess, I would have been wrong.
Progressive Painful Awareness
As I said I’m into personal development, and as you might have seen I had quite a lot to develop. Up till now I was doing all this in a semi-conscious way. I started journaling in my first year, a practice I recommend. I would read my journal occasionally. Eventually, complaining all the time and feeling like shit becomes tiresome and you have to recognise you have a problem. I don’t know when I realised I had one, I must have known all along but I certainly didn’t want to admit it if I did.
Often realising you were deluded is worse than actually being deluded. But that is a necessary step to change.
Clarification
Then, one day in March, March 22nd 2017 to be exact I was laying on my bed in my room alone and I started contemplating my situation. My loneliness was quite acute. I understood intuitively that loneliness means you need to connect but I didn’t do much about it.
Then I contemplated talking to someone about my situation. And that terrified me. My reaction intrigued me, so I kept digging. I could barely think straight it got me so emotional. And I was only thinking about talking to someone. I had some sense to jot down my thoughts on paper, here is the progression my thoughts took (I was talking to myself). Notice how I don’t censure what I’m thinking but I seek to clarify what I was feeling. I got curious and tried my best to keep a positive mindset (focused on improving) even though what I was experiencing wasn’t very pleasant.
- Everyone’s life seems cool, well, amazing, yours doesn’t. It seems boring, aimless, goalless, meaningless. Perception
- I’m afraid of people. I’m stressed for nothing. I want to socialise, yet not with people who seem different.
- No one loves me.
- You want to cry? Don’t.
- I’m lost. The best way to discover a town is to get lost?
- Is this some identity crisis?
- I want to stretch to reach a new level, but I don’t see the level.
- Who do I turn to if I want to talk?
- I feel like I’m going to explode !
- I just need to talk. The real thing I need is to be listened to.
- I’m terrified because I’ve never opened up to express how I feel to anyone.
- I’m scared shitless of doing this in front of someone I don’t really know. It puts me in a position of vulnerability and it’s really uncomfortable.
- I’m scared to death to express negative emotion to a person because I don’t control the outcome, the uncertainty freaks me out.
- I’m totally self conscious of how I could be perceived.
- One of the very things that makes us human terrifies me.
- I’m afraid of how I’ll be judged even though I know intellectually that people have empathy.
- I must be willing to be uncomfortable to grow.
- I’m afraid of being emotionally hurt, of showing vulnerability.
- The more I do it, the more I hope I’ll get comfortable being uncomfortable.
- I really like discipline and self-control but I don’t know what vulnerability is.
- It might seem trivial but for me this is the most uncomfortable thing I can think of right now.
- Time has made me good at displaying, at saying it’s all good. I’m not sure it’s the best way.
- It takes serious guts to be willing to be vulnerable, to display emotion and hope you will be accepted, not rejected.
That was one of the most excruciatingly painful and alleviating conversation I’ve had with myself. It was the first time I allowed myself to cry.
Thinking I was onto something I typed vulnerability into Google and found Brené Brown’s TED talk. It basically repeated what I’d just stumbled upon.
Digging for clarity. This exercise I did when I found vulnerability, was about clarifying and being curious as to what I was feeling, I was doing my best to be non judgemental, always trying to pinpoint exactly what I was feeling, all the while keeping a positive and hopeful outlook on the future. The goal was not to dig myself deeper into my grave. It was to look at the grave I had already started digging, to better be able to get out of it.
The Process of Taking Action
You might think that now all was well and I lived happily ever after, but that’s not who things tend to work out. Fortunately I had the good idea of writing all this down. That’s about all I did. I let it sit. I did nothing.
Eventually I came back to look at it again, figured it was stupid and dropped it. After a couples times I thought it might actually be worth a try since all else had failed. So what did I do? No, I didn’t go talk to someone, I bought Brené’ Brown’s book Daring Greatly. (That is some high level procrastination at work). I read it a bit. Dropped it. Then gave it a shot. I summoned all the courage I had and confronted my parents. That brought up some of the most awkward, embarrassing and raw emotional conversations ever. I’d never cried so much. The conversations that have followed since then have been some of the most interesting and connected I’ve ever had.
And those were definitely not comfortable conversations. But they were mandatory. I persevered in my efforts, because only effort counts, and it payed off.
But things don’t stop there. Remember, it’s a process and it takes serious effort and courage to accept yourself and look at yourself clearly.
On the 31st of May, being dissatisfied and bored I had the idea of looking back at the continuous writing I did a couple months prior. I would write two pages of whatever came to my mind, every morning for a couple weeks. I’d underline things that stood out. After reading about 20 days of content I was starting to get disturbed. I was so disgusted and outraged by what I was reading that I remember clearly thinking that if I ever met this person I would avoid him like the plague. That seriously shook me, because this person was me. I couldn’t believe how deluded and blind to my situation I was. I was stunned. I went to my parents and just cried. That was one of the scariest things, to realise I could get to such a state mentally that I didn’t realise what was happening and kept digging myself deeper and deeper in the ground.
I realised that the actions I was taking now were way beyond my old comfort level. This was a clear sign of progress. Things needed to take their natural course.
Conclusion
Since then the road has been rocky and I’ve focused on building myself up. I now tend the garden of my thoughts with utmost care. Learning to accept yourself truly, completely and without judgement is one of the most challenging and rewarding of practices. Internalising goals and foregoing external ones is also challenging at first but gets easier every day. I am immensely grateful to my parents and brother who have been there and tolerated me, all along this bumpy ride.
I kept waiting for someone to help me, show me the way or tell me what to do, but thankfully no one did. No one came to help me. I had to help myself. Out of necessity. Not having someone tell you what to do can be both depressing and empowering. It is daunting to feel lost, but once you realise you get to decide whatever you want, that you get to choose your standards, heroes and goals, then are you truly empowered. You don’t know what will happen in the future but you become confident in your ability to figure it out.
Realising what self-awareness is takes time and gaining clarity takes courage. The courage to ask questions and look at the answers clearly. Asking for help and showing weakness can be the greatest show of strength.
The darkness makes the light that much brighter.
I believe that getting lost has helped me discover one of the greatest gems of human existence: our ability to connect through vulnerability.