Trigger Warning: Descriptions of Depression, Suicide and Suicidal Thoughts
I love losing myself in a story. I especially love doing so when experiencing adversity and setbacks in my health. It allows me the opportunity to escape from my life dictated by illness. Instead, I can experience excitement and adventure, albeit in my vivid imagination. With a clear beginning, middle and end, stories feel predictable and reassuringly safe with their linear narrative. Because living with a chronic illness is terrifyingly unpredictable, it has no neat beginning, middle and end. Chronic illness offers no arc, no gratifying climax or satisfying resolution. Instead, its narrative is chaotic, leaving you unsure which chapter of the story you are on. Or which chapter comes next.
In my last post, I wrote about the deterioration I have experienced in my symptoms of FND. A decline that I was entirely unprepared for and which I could not have foreseen. Acceptance, which I once worked so hard to achieve, was suddenly wrenched from my grasp. Once again, I found myself adrift, lost and trying to navigate the five stages of grief I addressed so long ago to find acceptance for this new body I now inhabited.
"Acceptance, which I once worked so hard to achieve, was suddenly wrenched from my grasp. Once again, I found myself adrift, lost and trying to find acceptance for this new body I now inhabited." Share on XAs the days and months passed, I continued to be besieged by severe, unyielding symptoms. Any hope and positivity I possessed began to be concealed by dark, stormy clouds. As I struggled and wrestled with debilitating and disabling symptoms, I found that not only my physical health was suffering. So too was my mental health; the five stages of grief became fixated on just one: depression.
"As I struggled and wrestled with debilitating and disabling symptoms, I found that not only my physical health was suffering. So too was my mental health; the five stages of grief became fixated on just one: depression." Share on XAs Symptoms Worsen, Depression Can Start to Settle In
But it’s not only depression that paid a visit during the darkest days. Anxiety, too, joined the solemn party. My body, time and life became dictated by pain and illness; I became on edge about everything. Every day I edged ever closer to the abyss, with dark thoughts like hands extending and pulling me toward the brink.
"My body, time and life became dictated by pain and illness; I became on edge about everything. Every day I edged ever closer to the abyss, with dark thoughts like hands extending and pulling me toward the brink." Share on XSoon, the presence of every persistent, unyielding symptom eclipsed everything else in my life. I felt numb to everything besides the severe, burning pain or the unrelenting, uncontrollable trembling in my legs. A pang of incredible sadness and darkness shrouded me, a deep depression settling into my life. I felt hopeless and helpless as I existed amidst it all, with no choice but to endure and continue on living. The future felt bleak and doomed as it seemingly only offered more of the same, or I feared there would be further deteriorations of my health and mobility.
I lost my appetite due to feeling constantly sick. I hardly slept. The effort of just trying to smile felt impossible, and a frowned, sad expression became the face I displayed to the world. Crying came so effortlessly, sobbing so much that I thought I would drown in my tears. Everything felt like such an effort that many things fell by the wayside as I had no energy or motivation to do anything. I no longer found enjoyment in the activities I love; even reading failed to bring the pleasure and escapism it previously did. I was moving through the days but not experiencing them.
"The effort of just trying to smile felt impossible, and a frowned sad expression became the face I displayed to the world. Crying came so effortlessly, sobbing so much that I thought I would drown in my tears." Share on XDepression and Suicide: Death Can Sometimes Feel More Favourable Than Living A Life Sentence With a Chronic Illness
Each night I hoped that death would come for me, to free me from the pain and anguish that illness so often creates. But as I awakened each morning, I felt an overwhelming disappointment that I was still alive. I felt that life was no longer worth living, so I wanted mine to end. And then, on one awful, trying night, a night battling extreme, unrelenting symptoms, I tried to take my own life.
"Each night, I hoped that death would come for me, to free me from the pain and anguish that illness so often creates. But as I awakened each morning, I felt an overwhelming disappointment that I was still alive." Share on XIn complete despair, and with no end in sight, I placed a pillow over my head and attempted to smother myself with it. I had it over my face for a few minutes, light-headed from a lack of oxygen. I don’t know what made me stop, but I quickly removed the pillow from my face. Gasping for air, I dissolved into fits of tears, feeling shocked and shame at what I had just done.
I don’t think I ever actually wanted to die. Not really. I couldn’t see any other option as I felt depleted from fighting the pain, anxiety, depression, as well as a myriad of other symptoms for so long. I thought I had no more fight left in me. My thoughts always focused on the longing for the pain and the other cruel, relentless symptoms to cease. I wanted a break, some peace from the constant, horrible symptoms torturing my body.
When you live with a chronic illness, you know it is one with no expiry date. The knowledge that the pain and illness’s other debilitating symptoms are permanent can make death seem favourable. Suicide can seem the most exquisite kind of freedom, freedom from the pain and struggles of living with a chronic illness.
"The knowledge that this debilitating illness is permanent can make death seem favourable. Suicide can seem the most exquisite kind of freedom, freedom from pain and struggles that come with living with a chronic illness." Share on XDepression, Like Chronic Illness Is Debilitating and All-Consuming
Like chronic illness, depression is debilitating and all-consuming. Depression is like a bloodsucking parasite. It wheedles inside your mind feeding off your deepest fears and darkest insecurities. A parasite that made me believe that I was weak, a failure, a burden, whispering that no one could or ever would accept or love me as I am. It amplified the difficulties I was facing as impossible obstacles I could never overcome, making my life seem even more senseless.
"Depression made me believe that I was weak, a failure, a burden. It amplified the difficulties I was facing as impossible obstacles I could never overcome, making my life seem even more senseless." Share on XBecause of this, I isolated myself, not telling a soul about how bad my symptoms had gotten or the effect it was beginning to have on my mental health. I already felt like a burden on everyone around me. I did not want to burden them further with my fears that my symptoms were worsening and me becoming sicker as a result. But instead, my silence, the things I have been holding inside, only locked me inside an isolating, lonely prison.
"I didn't want to burden anyone with my fears that my symptoms were worsening, But instead, my silence, the things I have been holding inside, only locked me inside an isolating, lonely prison." Share on XBut I found that all my struggles seemed more bearable when I eventually gave a voice to everything I had held inside. It didn’t magically cure my symptoms or heal the depression that had wormed its way into my life, but I suddenly felt lighter somehow, knowing that I didn’t have to shoulder the burden alone anymore.
Asking For Help Can Be Scary and Intimidating But Really Helps When Struggling
I managed to schedule an appointment with a doctor at my local surgery. Thankfully, the doctor I saw was fantastic, spending over half an hour with me discussing the deterioration in my symptoms associated with my neurological disorder as well as the depression and suicidal thoughts. She also gave me a neurological examination. After a discussion, we decided to increase the medication I am already taking to treat depression and anxiety. The doctor is also referring me back to neurology for an urgent appointment. One I am still waiting on four months after that same appointment.
So, how am I feeling now? Well, the symptoms that had worsened all those months ago are still as bad. They continue to wreak havoc on my life, making everything extremely challenging. As a result, I still experience down days, many more than I would care to admit, and definitely, more than I would want. I am receiving help and support on coping strategies, practising mindfulness, and building resilience. I am focusing on accepting what I cannot change and taking steps to improve on the areas of my life that I can. All while trying to find acceptance for this new version of me, Rhiann 2.0, with worsening symptoms and worsening mobility.
" I am focusing on accepting what I cannot change and taking steps to improve on the areas of my life that I can. All while trying to find acceptance for this new version of me." Share on XBut I no longer have thoughts of wanting to die or even harming myself, which is an improvement from where I was all those months ago. Instead, I am concentrating my thoughts on all the reasons I have for living.
"Instead of focusing on everything that illness has taken from me, I am concentrating my thoughts on all the reasons I have for living." Share on XIf You Are Struggling, Please Don’t Do So In Silence – There are places you can go for help and support
If you are struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts, I’m sorry. I know just how tough it can be, but please don’t struggle in silence. Even if you cannot confide in a friend or family member, many organisations and helplines can help and give support. It may be a cliche, but talking about it indeed help, becoming unburdened and lighter from keeping it locked inside.
UK Samaritans: 116 123
SMS SHOUT to 85258
UK Calm (Campaign Against Living Miserably): 0800 585858
Mental Health Helpline For Wales: CALL (Community Advice and Listening): 0800 132 737
National Suicide Helpline: 0800 689 5652
National Suicide Prevention Helpline (US): 1-800-273-8255
Beyond Blue (Australia for help with depression, anxiety and suicide): 1300 22 4636
Canada Suicide Prevention Service: 1-833-456-4566
Or, for any other country, there is a list of suicide crisis lines available here.
3 Comments
Oh Rhiann, I am so sorry you’ve been going through this. Chronic illness really takes its toll on mental health too. I’m sorry you have felt so bad, but I am glad you sought help from your doctor. I’m also glad you spoke about it. Your words are honest but so important. Take care.
Dear Rhiann you write exactly how I feel but Mine is not so Severe I do enjoy my life mostly. It’s the days & nights that are so painful in all ways. I hope you get the help you deserve. You are a talented person with a lot to give that helps others who feel so desolate. Thankyou
Thank you so much for your lovely reply. I hope that my story and the words I use can help somebody else in a similar position. I have got some help, and I still get the odd down day or two, but I’m feeling much better than I was when I wrote this. Thank you! xx