I was desperately trying to think of a topic to write about today when this fell into my lap via RonHogan on Twitter:
Writing and Depression: the Kiwiburger Conversation
I have long wanted to discuss my depression in relation to my writing/creativity, but it seems so difficult to put into words. How does one even describe depression? I'll start by answering a couple of the questions posed in the Kiwiburger blog.
1. What is depression?
To me depression is like hovering on the edge of a cliff that you are trying not to slip off of. You use all of your mental (and sometimes physical) energy to stay on the edge and not fall. It is exhausting, and you always feel like you're dangerously close to slipping.
As a chronically depressed person, I live very much in my head. I am overly analytical and I have an active imagination. I am also very introverted and though well-liked and on the outside, fairly sociable, my preference is to be by myself or with my husband.
I do not use writing as a coping mechanism. For me writing is a compulsion that taunts me mercilessly. It's like exercise. The process itself is miserable, but the end result is worth it.
2. If you live with depression, how/when did you first realise it? Was there a formal diagnosis at some point?
I have lived with depression my whole life, or at least as long as I can remember. When I was young, I staved it off by reading my favorite books over and over. I reckon I've read Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret more times than anyone on the planet.
During college, my depression hit a fever pitch. Already low on self-confidence, I found myself thrust into a new environment with no support system, no boundaries, and copious amounts of alcohol. By the time I did build up that support system, I had already learned that alcohol was an effective, though temporary, form of self-medication. Bad choices, lots of them, were made, particularly in the area of (shall we say) interpersonal relationships with boys. Without a doubt, college was the worst four years of my life.