1. I’m trying
It may not look like it; in fact, it may well look to you as if I’m not really achieving very much at all. I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that; it feels that way to me, too.
But I really AM trying. I wish I could communicate just how much trying goes into getting out of bed in the morning, having a shower, making packed lunches, walking the kids to school…
These are all things that should be easy, but for me, right now, they’re not. But I’m trying.
2. Depression is unpredictable
This is a really hard part of the illness for me: I hate being unreliable, but depression has made me that way.
It’s so hard to predict how I’m going to feel from one day to the next. And I feel awful about myself when I commit to doing something next weekend and then I just feel too unwell to do it. I don’t want to let anyone down.
3. I’m not using it as an excuse
It might look as if I am; why else would I be fine with the idea of going for dinner at a friend’s house, but not with the in-laws coming over for a casual bread-and-soup lunch?
But I’m not using depression as a get-out clause for things that I just don’t fancy doing. Some things feel achievable, and some things push me to the brink. Often for no real reason. I wish you could accept that I’m not milking my illness to suit myself.
4. I’m terrified of not being good enough
I’m a bad mother, a bad wife, a bad friend, a bad Christian, a bad daughter, a bad daughter-in-law. I can never be good enough. I can never be ‘enough,’ full stop. My confidence and self-esteem are at rock bottom.
5. I hate being a burden
I wish I could take back all the needy text messages I’ve sent, all the requests for help, all the hours I’ve spent sitting on people’s sofas in tears or in silence.
When your phone buzzes and you see my name on the screen, I’m sure you must sigh inwardly. I hate that you think that about me, but I understand why. I am a burden, a problem. I know you wish I’d never become a part of your life.
6. I’m not a risk
Not to anyone but myself, anyway. I know that the stigma of having been on a psych ward and investigated by social services suggests otherwise, but I have never considered myself a risk to my own children or anyone else’s. It hurts so much that that’s how people now see me, and it’s something that can never be erased.
7. I want to be trusted
This links to the previous point. I want you to trust me. I know it’s not easy for you. But please trust me if I say that I’m well enough to help with Sunday school/babysit your kids/bake a cake for the school fete.
I feel better about myself when I’m able to help other people. And at the moment, no one will let me help because no one trusts me. That’s hard to bear. Really hard.
8. I can make my own decisions
Not always, admittedly. Sometimes I need your input. Sometimes I need you to come with me to a psych appointment and make sure I’m heard. But although I’m mentally ill, I still have my own opinions. I’m finding it very difficult for you to make decisions about what I am and am not able to do, especially if they’re not decisions I would make myself.
9. It’s not just mental
It’s physical. Intensely physical. I have never known tiredness like it. Not even in the early stages of pregnancy. I can take double doses of sleeping tablets and sleep for 13 hours and still wake up feeling as if I’m in a fog.
When I drop out of choir because I’m too tired for the evening rehearsals, it’s not the sort of tired a cup of tea and a good sing can fix. My mind is tired, my bones are tired, every single bit of me is tired.
10. I still trust in God
I know suicide is a sin, but when I was swallowing those tablets, I can assure 100 per cent that I was not saying, ‘screw you, God; I’m not trusting in your plans any more. I’m doing this my own way.’
I was saying, ‘please, please, please just take me.’
Would I have ended up in Heaven if I hadn’t been caught in time? I have no way of knowing. But that was what I wanted. Still is.
11. I love you
I love all of you. Children, husband, friends, family: I love you. When the suicidal feelings threaten to overwhelm me, I know it must seem as if I’m saying the love of everyone in my life, and my love for all of you, isn’t enough to keep me here.
What I’m actually saying is that I love you all so very much that I want to set you free from the burden of loving me. I am a problem in your lives, and only I can solve it.