We’re talking days going by with zero hours of sleep, crushing my mental and physical health. My sister said, “you are depressed and you need to start dealing with it. You won’t take medication (it hadn’t gone well for me in the past) so you need to find another way to manage it.”
I don’t know why, but that hit me, hard. It certainly wasn’t my first experience acknowledging my depression, my parents and I attempted a slew of treatments for me in high school, but those caused more harm than good and we eventually just kind of gave up. I must’ve needed to hear it a different way, because this one stuck.
One to always try to solve my own issues, I hopped on Amazon (a fairly new website still at the time) and bought a workbook called something like Dealing With Depression Without Medication. It was pretty elementary, very straightforward, and exactly what I needed at the time. It was my first real understanding that these broken thoughts I was having day in and day out, robbing me of sleep and of health, were NOT NORMAL and not real. I can’t tell you how many times that book floored me with typical depressive thoughts and I would react, “what, not everyone thinks that way??”
Fast forward to my introduction to mindfulness meditation (more on that in a future blog or this one will become a novel) where it was further engrained in me that thoughts are just that, thoughts. Some are helpful, some are highly detrimental and NONE of them are something that you have to react to or feel bad about.
Those broken, harmful thoughts can not be fixed by something that is also experiencing a brake when you are depressed – your brain. It’s like trying to fix a broken leg using a broken arm. When your brain is sick, you simply can’t logic yourself out of those thoughts. You can’t recognize them as harmful. It’s a loosing battle that is far more likely to cause you to spiral further into illness than accomplish anything else.
THAT’s when, for me (I am no doctor or therapist), the breath became the key to help heal.
A healthier brain (healed through something that was not my brain) helped me sleep a little better; which in turn gave me energy to exercise a little more; which made me want to eat a little better; do a little more good for myself and my community; build better, healthier relationships; and on, and on, and on…
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