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“If somebody came to me and asked for help? I wouldn’t judge them. I certainly would offer it, as much as I could. As long as they ask for it. It’s harder when they don’t ask for it.”
[men have a hard time reaching out about mental health issues] “because men are supposed to be, well traditionally, supposed to be stronger. Not so emotional. [It is] seen as weak if they ask for help or if they show emotions. it’s just kind of a stereotype.”
“I think that mental health issues largely run through families. If I were a little kid now and maybe had a different set of parents….if I were 6 years old and it was 2016 and not 1969 i think i would probably…people would say, ‘you know, what she probably needs is to talk to somebody. She’s pretty anxious. what’s going on here?’, but i don’t think people thought like that back then. They said, ‘oh she’s just shy, she’s just getting adjusted to school’.
I just remember one time in third grade. I got this permission slip that I was supposed to bring home and return the next day, and I forgot to bring it back to school, and I was really upset. I thought I was going to get in trouble, and I remember the teacher saying, ‘Oh, don’t be so uptight!’, and I just remember [feeling], ‘wow, what did i do?’. Feeling like…it gave the word uptight this really negative meaning. I was always super shy and anxious growing up, and I think the first time I actually got depressed, and was truly having an episode of depression was when i was in 8th grade and I just could not stop crying, but i didn’t tell anyone. I hid it. I hid it from my parents, and from my sisters.”
“I was thinking this is actually a really good time for me to be utterly honest, because what good is a project like this if you don’t have bold faced honesty? I feel a little bit nervous, because in the last twenty minutes i’ve probably told you more about my situation than anyone in my entire family except for [my husband]. I just don’t talk about it with my family. i don’t talk to my mom about it. My euphemism is, ‘I’m having a hard time’.
I never use the word depressed, because I think depressed is such an overused word that people don’t even know what it means anymore. So I often say, ‘I’m really struggling’ or ‘I’m really having a hard time’ and I can say that to my mom or to my sisters, and I get different responses, but i don’t get the feeling that anybody in my family of origin is particularly comfortable talking about it. Maybe that’s just my perception, but it dictates how i proceed.”
My anxiety weighs on my chest, and I can’t focus on anything except for the pounding in my rib cage and the obsessive thoughts that race…
A really well written piece that so beautifully describes something that I find so hard to articulate! Many thanks to the author for both the piece itself, as well as the permission to share on this site!
“So...yeah. I woke up. My two roommates were still sleeping in the room. I walked into my closet, I closed the door, and I started to strangle myself with my belt. I heard them wake up, and that’s why i stopped. And they started talking, 'do you know where he is..he probably went to go eat breakfast.’ and i’m just sitting there in the dark, being like…
I’ve never told them that happened. I don’t want them to know they were that close while I was trying to off myself. But then they went back to bed, and I got out of the closet because i didn’t want them to wake up again. So i walked out, and I was like, ‘okay i just tried to kill myself, this is serious. I need help.’ So I walked down the street to the college’s counseling center to see if I could be like, ‘yo, I just tried to kill myself, I need a lot of help right now’ and I got there, and the door was locked because they were closed for the weekend. I thought, ‘well this must be a sign’. So I walked about a mile into the woods, so nobody would come across me, to a place we called the sandpits, because there was a bonfire out there. And i walked out, and I found a big tree with a low thick limb, and I tried it again. I put the belt around my neck, and put it over the tree, and started tugging down on it. And i was saved again by my social awkwardness, because three people walked by right at that moment. They didn't see me and I didn’t know who the hell they were. I would thank them if i could, but I have no idea who they were. I didn’t want to make any noise because I didn’t want them to be like, ‘oh there’s a guy trying to kill himself over there’. And I was like, ‘this is awkward because i’m just standing there with my belt around my neck’. I didn’t want to move. They walked by and I [left]. I called my mom and was like ‘Hey, I just tried to kill myself like three times, can you maybe come pick me up? I need a lot of help’.”
“Very few people [know that I suffered from depression]. The people who know are my close family, and my two close friends/roommates, maybe one other person, but i don’t know to what extent they know. The reason they know is because I did try to kill myself a few years ago. Sophomore year of college after fighting...after being depressed for, at that point, I had been very seriously depressed for about a year.
I don’t know that i would have called it [depression] at the time. I probably would’ve said nothing in my life was going right, and that there was no point. I wasn’t going towards anything, just going through the motions. I was drinking a lot at the time. I shouldn’t have been, but i continued to do it at that time. I woke up one morning and it was sort of like I was on autopilot. I didn’t feel anything. I woke up, and, this is going to sound terrible, but i remember that David Carradine had killed himself near that point accidentally because of auto erotica. He strangled himself with his belt, so i thought well, I’m out of booze and I have no pills, my belt is right there, let’s see. If he can do it accidentally, I can probably do it intentionally. It sounds terrible.”
”Well, I have, and still sometimes continue to, suffer from depression myself. I thought, “If I could help anyone out by telling them that they’re not alone, that someone else suffers from exactly the same thing, that someone else gets up in the morning sometimes and says ‘What the fuck am I doing? I feel like shit, I feel nothing” then maybe it would be worth it to say out loud and have someone hear that.”
“God bless. I’m struggling.”
I think most people just need to be asked. Sometimes once, sometimes several times. It's about feeling like someone wants to hear your story.
Cat Claus, newest Blue Lens Stories team member
"The best therapy for myself that i ever discovered...whenever I have issues, I have to get them out creatively. After I had my miscarriage, which resulted in an abortion, because I couldn’t wait until I was so ill that I had to go to a hospital, I wrote a monologue. I was putting up a monologue show, and the theme was love. It didn’t matter what kind of love it was, but love of all spectrums. I wrote a monologue, and I made myself perform it, and it was about that experience. I was so horrified with myself for making it public. I was so ashamed that I’d lost a child. There was so much blame from everyone else, from my doctors, and everyone else across the board, and I couldn’t help it. I did nothing wrong, but I was told that it was my fault. My relationship ended because of the choices we were making, so to get through it, I made it as public as possible. And the overwhelming amount of support that then came was...awesome. That’s why I wanted to be interviewed [for this project]. Because that’s what I’m hoping it will do for other people. Help them speak out, and in turn get support.
I’m anxiety driven. My panic attacks, I still get them every once in a while, but after the abortion, it was multiple times a day. And [it was] because I was afraid of the exposure. Of the guilt. I do not like vulnerabilities of any kind for myself. I’m understanding of vulnerability in others, but for myself, I don’t accept it. I will hide it, and suppress it, and try to keep myself out of situations where I could be vulnerable. At that time, the idea that someone might find out what was happening to me was terrifying.
My panic attacks were kind of like hot flashes. They would roll up my spine, and over the back of my head, and I would be shaking uncontrollably, and I could not breathe. I had one at work, in front of everybody, and I had to hide in the coat closet to get away from everyone. I remember sitting in that closet, and I remember thinking “something has to give. Something has to change”. And I didn’t know what it was at the time, because everyone’s panic attack feels different. Which is why it’s important for people to TALK ABOUT IT. When you have an abortion, they make you go through therapy. It’s good, they need to know why you’re there, so they can help you. It’s one of the most jarring experiences, and you cannot fathom how you will react to it until you go through it. You can’t control those hormones, and you can’t control the life altering choice put in front of you. I wouldn’t have necessarily chosen abortion, but my life was at risk, and it was a miscarriage. Having to justify that to people was wrong. On top of that, my dad was diagnosed with cancer, and I broke up with my significant other of 5 years. For me, that was the breaking point.
I have never thought about killing myself. I have never thought about harming myself, harming someone else, or giving up. But it’s still depression. [It is important to acknowledge] that non suicidal depression is still destructive, still deserves help, and is still worth treatment. It can ruin relationships, friendships, and physical health. God love the doctor who worked with me to figure out what would work for ME. I wasn’t an extreme case, but I still needed help. You have to be able to get ahead of the problem in order to control it. If you broke a bone, you wouldn’t just keep going and hope it mends itself.
Share your story. You don’t HAVE to go to therapy, you don’t have to do it publicly, but express your story the way you feel comfortable. As an actress, the easiest way for me was to do that in character, but still telling my own story. And making sure that people KNEW that it was my story. It may have made some people uncomfortable, but I had to make sure it was about ME. It’s what I needed to do, and I think that’s what people should focus on. There’s always something more to do, and if you can’t think of it yourself, go to someone who can help you."
“I have a bunch of friends who go to psychiatrists. I’ve thought about “could I go?” and for some reason I just don’t have that in me. I talk to my friends. If I’m feeling down, I don’t bottle up everything. I have people I can tell. The worst thing you can do is bottle [those feelings] up, choke it down, and suddenly it explodes all over your life.
It’s easier being an actor in that respect, we’re free to talk just about everything, and there’s an honesty that comes from that “false world” of acting. You have to be in touch with your own feelings and emotions. Being an actor helps you address emotions on stage that maybe you’re not ready yet to address in your real life.”
“I am here to listen.”
“You are not alone”
A solid support system is SO important. Huge thanks to these brave gentlemen who were willing to be vulnerable and share support with a complete stranger in NYC.
”I was not myself for months. I love making people laugh, and there were months that I just sat there, did my job, checked in checked out. I couldn’t even function. It got to a point where I was so lost, I didn’t even know what to do. I was so jaded. It was the worst feeling. I was at the Tony awards…for the second time and just…couldn’t feel good. I was battling my own mind to try to come out of the hole I’d found myself in. I like don’t really remember that night because I was in such a bad place. Some friends just stopped caring, “same old story, so until he bounces back, don’t know what to say to him”. Luckily I do have people who are supportive and will be there at the drop of a hat. Those friends are who I consider my best friends, and because I have that, it’s created a safety net for me.”
“Unless you have huge problems where others will notice...when you’re “sometimes” depressed, but not to the point of wanting to hurt yourself or others, you fall through the cracks. Others don’t always notice. And when you feel depressed you don’t feel motivated to take action, but when you don’t feel depressed you have motivation, but you don’t feel the need to seek help because you feel fine! It makes it hard to find a time to actually get help.
I hate social media. I’m on it, and I hate it. For the most part, it’s a fountain of either people negatively commenting, publically shaming, or people boasting.
I think with social media and public health in general, and society in general, it allows us to cast these giant webs and have a larger sphere of influence. But it’s really thin. Instead of, 100 years ago, having 6 neighbors and knowing them all really well, where as now it’s like “I have 2300 friends and I talk to...none of them.”
Right before I feel depressed, I feel...the word I use is thin. I feel very thin. Not weight wise. My skin feels thin, I have no tolerance or defense against what people do or say, or the amount that I let it influence me. Someone could say the slightest thing, and if I’m in that space of feeling thin, it just HITS me.”
“I dealt with any kind of depression that I might have had by drinking my head off. Like, I just drank really heavily for a really long time, and that’s how I coped with any feelings or any kind of depression. If I was depressed I drank. If I was unhappy I drank. I’ve certainly never been diagnosed as clinically depressed, but I certainly go through bouts that sometimes can be several months long. A lot of times those include thoughts of suicide. I sit on this balcony and, like, Google, “How long would it take for me to hit the ground”. I don’t think I would ever go through with it, but the thoughts are there. It goes in spurts. That has come on more since I stopped drinking. And I think it’s because before, drinking and using drugs drowned (those feelings) out. And I’m in recovery. When I am active in my recovery, that works for me. It’s when I’m not dealing with my recovery correctly, that’s when my depression comes back. I feel depressed or down is when I’m stuck in my head, and I think “what the fuck is the point? Who the fuck cares? Why?”
“It’s interesting for me. For a long time I thought of mental health as something as…'it’s fake. Like, pull yourself up'. I didn’t have a lot of personal experience with it. I knew someone who was depressed, and was like “she just needs to get over it and have a good attitude”. I didn’t get it. I had been real suicidal in junior high, which I think is kind of normal? I’ve assumed it was. I’d never actually attempt suicide, but there was a time when I was in a tree with a piece of rope one day, so…
I’ve just always assumed everyone has those kind of thoughts, I think. You don’t know what other people think.
It’s interesting, the names we use to call [mental health problems], a panic attack, depression, the names are very negative. So people don’t want to say, “I have a panic attack. I have depression.” Because they’re “negative words”. As opposed to…(laughs)...actually I don’t know what the positive words would be…