The Geez, snap out of it, generally works for Dr. Phil.
And I think a lot of times he is right.
But SOMETIMES -- and God people are going to go batshit insane over this --
"geez, snap out of it" is EXACTLY what is needed.
Just a matter of identifying when it is appropriate and who would respond best to it. I do, usually. I was given anti-depressants, OMG what a disaster. But just a bit of reality? Just needed someone to talk to and push me that way, a push.
You know, a friend wouldn't get angry if you went over and were unable to fix their sink, or their car, or their computer -- they shouldn't get angry if you can't fix their depression.
My best friend is, as I often remind myself, 'useless in a crisis'. I mean I have had a lot of tragic things happen over the past 20 years we have known each other, and she can barely say I'm sorry, or she kind of plays the 'i have it bad too' game, which is true, she does. So a LONG time ago (we're talking 15 years ago or MORE) I realized that was not the direction our relationship took. But let me tell you if I need cheering up, I dont bother telling her I am sad and we just have the best time, we know each other inside and out, and time spent with her makes me happy.
Actually, she's kinda like my husband, now that I think about it.
It's true. "Snap out of it" is usually what most people need; sometimes they need some guidance as to where to snap, or where they're full of shit, but I agree completely even as I'm down right now.
Hey, do people have greater expectations of you because you are female? Is it sexism that is rearing it's head when you don't meet expectations of dealing with someone's problems?
No, I think it's just that I'm otherwise pretty reliable - and more than willing to butt in with my opinion and advise!
My girlfriend, Maria, has a similar approach to therapy: "Get over it!" or "Well, stop it!"
"Doc, I'm feeling really sad and depressed."
"Get over it!"
"I'm just saying, it makes me really sad when I think about all these things.."
"Just stop it then!"
Yeah...not widely accepted yet. :)
My advice tends to be in the line of, look up, smile, notice the good things, stop dwelling on this trivial shit.
Not always welcome.
Unfortunately, I'm the exact same way. I've gotten better at sympathising and being a Good Listener for that stuff and stuff, but I'm much better with concrete things than with emotional things.
Amusingly, his post is exactly what's in my head (nearly, rather). So yeah, on the one hand, concretes not emotions; on the other hand, really bad depression. Whee!
2005-05-17 04:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Entemann's voice.
Wow. That sucks. Hang in there....
we alll have our strong points....don't kock yourself down b/c that is not your forte....it sounds like you found a partner that can balance that out for you...good....and if you tow have a good relationship and understand each other and moore importantly accept each other that's what matters,,, your true freinds will accept you for who you are and come to you for the streghen you have.....From reading your posts, I don't see you as shallow...and stop thinkning you are just b/c you don't fit as a good psychologist....I much prefer you as a lawyer!
Emotionally, when it comes to reading others I'm mostly road sheen. Tell me you like me and I accept it. Get upset with me and I probably won't even notice. I get distressed because I find myself in uncomfortable situations where I've totally missed the "I'm pissed" signals.
I'm not beating myself up for it, I just have to account for it and go along.
I sympathize completely. I know exactly what you mean.
Sweetie, I love ya, but you've felt depression any number of times since then. You just don't acknowledge it as depression.
You: "I don't know. I have no energy to do anything. I'm feeling really down all the time, and nothing I do seems to cheer me up, and I don't know what to do."
Me: "You're depressed."
You: "NO! It's just... um.... school. Or stress. Or something."
If I tell you, "You're depressed because of school," you're generally okay, but if I tell you, "You're depressed" you panic. You have depressions, but your method of coping is a fervent denial, compounded by the "If I do more work, I'll just come through this all right."
My job is to stand before you when you start to overload - which happens a fair amount - and say, "No, you shouldn't do this. If you do, you will become more depressed." And then you look at me gratefully, for I have given you permission to lie around and not socialize, which is the external source you need to recharge and get past the depression, at least partially.
But you do get depressed. You just never acknowledge it as depression. For you, it's always "exhaustion" or "stress," despite the fact that they are really neither. You're exhausted and stressed, to be sure, but you're depressed because shit, you have no time for friends and that's sad. But if you think about that, you panic, and it's taken me awhile to recognize that your best method for dealing with depression is ABSOLUTE TOTAL DENIAL, followed by me silently creating a space where you can heal.
Admittedly, there's no chemical depression, but that's a different matter.
It's not depression, not as people define depression. Absent the overwhelming stress of school, my mood immediately lightens and I'm fine. I don't see that as depression.
But it's a matter of definition, I suppose.
chemical depression is an odd beast.
I've often found myself hopelessly depressed and then completely furious with myself for it. I tell MYSELF "snap out of it" and then go on feeling like a worthless lump when I can't.
I see shortcomings when I look at the good things...that if I wasn't so useless, they could be better things. NOTHING is a good-enough thing.
It's a rough road, and one I refer to as "stupid"
now you're in on the lexicon of my journal actually...if I use the word stupid, it's because there's a depression that's unfounded.
Drugs really help for me. They straighten out the chemicals, but even they are not everything. They just keep me ABLE to function...without them I spend days on end in my underpants, crying and panicking...with them I can CONTEMPLATE fixing things.
I know that it's a hard and horrible thing. But it's so alien to me that I can't help people cope. I feel bad about that.
I thought the same thing when I saw their comments... "She won't leave you!" and as horrid as it made me feel... I thought, "Well not sooner, but later she might." I just didn't/don't see you as someone that could deal well with that constantly and continually ALL THE TIME. (As in not June, but year-round all.the.TIME.)
And you're not. And that's okay.
I was once. I still am, if I don't know you well. If I know you well, I'm not. Bizarre, I know. Part of it is the small dose factor... mostly it's the fix-it, though. I can't fix it, and it makes me depressed also.
2005-05-17 04:26 pm (UTC)
There are circumstances under which....
being told to snap out of my depression would make me well, snap. I'd probably get furious or cry, and that's not an improvement, believe me. I'm not often dangerous when I'm angry, but I've known people who became dangerous when depressed. If one has suicidal tendencies, who knows what the last straw could be? This is one of the reasons why I tend to hole up when I'm depressed...avoiding people who won't give me the space and time I need to work through things. At least you aren't crass enough to demand that theferrett
starts smiling when he's miserable, are you? I hate people who do that.
By the way, he's probably right about your depression. My sister denied being cyclically depressed for 40 years, and finally owned up to it last month.
2005-05-17 05:53 pm (UTC)
Re: There are circumstances under which....
Oh, believe me I know that it isn't helpful. It's just at the tip of my tongue and I have to choke it back.
And he's wrong. But that's okay. [g]
I can empathize with the hole in your empathy. I've got one regarding the death of parents, which most people would probably see as sick and weird. When a close friend loses their mom or dad, my first thought isn't "Oh, you poor thing!" It's "Gosh, she seems upset...she must have liked them or something!" Having the parents I did, one a borderline witch from hell and the other just not there, it really makes it hard to imagine having a good healthy relationship with one's parents, and feeling anything other than relief when they pass on. But most people have a much better relationship with their parents and are very deeply saddened. I can understand it in theory, but in my guts parents are still something to escape, run away from with as much of my soul intact as I can.
That said, sometimes you need someone to hand you a beer, take you to Akron and say "poor, poor thing" to you and nothing else will do. I wish my husband would learn that taking me to Paducah, giving me a shot of whiskey and saying "get over it already" won't help. I wouldn't really care if he didn't understand why I needed what I needed, as long as he just did it - fake it till you make it, as it were. I know he doesn't grok all this feeling and interacting stuff and he never will. But he can fake it convincingly with Kieran; am I not worth a tenth of the effort? :( At least he got me a birthday present this year. Maybe he's learning.
Wow. Despite everything I still love my parents - it helps that when I got to be a grownup they were okay.
I'm sorry he's not good at giving you what you need. Sometimes you have to say, I need Akron! Because we're too retarded to know....
I understand your attitude on this. Having been with someone who was cliniclly depressed for 10 years and then trying to help them out of that hole for 5 more years...well it is tiring after the 1000th time someone says, "I just can't," when you know very well they can.
I've been depressed too and it took a lot for me not to kill myself, but I'm like you in ideals that if you have the energy to complain about it you have the energy to fix it (not saying that depression doesn't completely effct people and immobilize them--it does).
But tempermentally it can wear on you so much...too much even for your own mental stability. At one point I just had to tell my partner if he was going to talk about killing himself ALL the time he had just better get on with it because all the consent complaining was wearing on my nerves. After kicking him out to either do or die he got help and got himself back together but it took reaching the end of both our ropes to do that...and still today I don't know if it was worth it relationship wise to go through all that...even if you do love someone because the love gets tainted by all that turmoil and emotional hurt.
It's like dealing with an alcoholic, what you describe, in a sense, that being the sober one is tiring and hard and draining...you just dont have a magic wand to fix things, even though you want to.
I can help you try to cope with the stressor. Which is my way of dealing with it.
I can totally relate. My boyfriend and one of my friends are prone to bouts of depression. When they are in this state, they don't want to do anything. They don't want to do anything with friends because they feel bad, even though they must know that they would feel better if they did something with friends. And I. Just. Don't. Get it.
I think it's because until very recently, I had never felt that way myself. Sure, I get down sometimes, but it's never been disabling. I have always been more inclined to not stress about things I can't change. Sure, they bother me, but I can't do anything to change them, so what good would wallowing in self pity do?
But I just recently went through a really rough patch. I had been looking for a "real job" for two years after grad school. I knew I could do just about any of the jobs I applied for, but I was somehow incapable of passing that belief on to the hiring managers or HR reps. Eventually, I started wondering whether I really could do those jobs... And my boyfriend was always nagging me because he was paying most of the bills, which stressed him out. He was constantly reminding me that I was not living up to my potential. Every time I talked to friends, they would ask how the job search was going. I was tired of telling them the same shitty news, so eventually I started avoiding them. I would even go through phases where I wouldn't apply for jobs. Even though I knew that was self-destructive, applying for jobs only reminded me of all the other times I had failed, so I avoided it. I even stopped reading, which had always been my escape. You see, I didn't have time to read because I was supposed to be looking for a job, and even though I was avoiding the job search, it somehow seemed worse if I was slacking off by reading a fantasy novel. I was doing all the things I never understood when it came from my boyfriend or my friend. I was aware that I was behaving irrationally, but I did it anyway.
It's weird, but I didn't FEEL all that much worse than I do in my normal bouts of stress or melancholy. I could go through a day, and smile, and think about other things. Until my boyfriend started speaking to me in "that tone" or one of my friends asked me how the job search was. That made me want to cloister myself away from them, and away from everyone.
The thing is, some of my friends were nice and sympathetic to me. The way you think someone should be when you are depressed. The way you have difficulty being with Ferrett. But those people didn't make me feel any better, either. I knew they were being nice, but their nice words were only one more reminder that I sucked. I didn't want to see them anymore than I wanted to hear my boyfriend ask what I had accomplished that day. I don't know if there is a good way to deal with someone in that condition. Personally, I appreciated it when people would talk to me about anything other than jobs, as if they weren't really avoiding the topic on purpose. So "get over yourself" wouldn't have been very helpful. I was telling myself that all the time, anyway. But neither would "Oh honey, it'll turn out fine. You just wait and see," have made me feel any better. I would have just thought, "I HAVE BEEN waiting. It is NOT FINE!"
Ultimately, the only thing that worked for me was to find a job. I still wouldn't know the best way to help someone going through a bad spell because of something else.
I feel for you. It's a tough thing to go through. I would have had more sympathy because there was a traceable reason for it. Being without a job would be very hard for me. It's when people seem to have everything together but are still hurting that I can't get it. Which is unfortunate because pain is pain.