My Brain Still Hurts Sometimes
Dealing with depression, 30 years on.
Remember Monty Python’s Gumby Brain Specialist sketch and the patient complaining ‘my brain hurts’? If you haven’t, put it in your queue. It will make you laugh. Especially if you are a Brain Surgeon.
Well, today my brain hurts. It has for a little while now.
Actually for about 30 years really. First, there was the teenage hurt and pain. I guess that was mostly normal, we all contemplated suicide and listened to miserable music, didn’t we?
Then during my marriage to my first husband, I got ill. It was the throwing up every morning that made me go to the doctor but apparently, that was more about my head than my stomach.
And so I was prescribed my first lot of antidepressants, that I didn’t take. Instead, I left my husband. I was still sick and I was prescribed more antidepressants but this time I was also sent to a psychiatrist for the PTSD, depression and anxiety.
It took ten years to actually get better, to get a handle on my depression. To stop it defining my life so comprehensively. To stop it bringing everything to a screeching halt every 6 to 12 months.
I was able to get myself together enough to go back to uni and complete a couple of degrees.
