1841: Lock Me Away

I'm having something of a low ebb at the moment.

Anyone unfortunate enough to be intimately acquainted with the Black Dog as I am will be well aware of the fact that depression comes and goes; things can seem absolutely peachy for weeks, months, even years, and yet all it takes sometimes to bring that house of seemingly happy cards tumbling down is an unkind, harsh or simply insensitive word or two.

I shan't get into the specific triggers for my current episode right now, but I have a feeling it was coming anyway, regardless of whether or not I was given a shove back into the darkness or not. Either way, I'm there now, and I'm reminded of what a bleak place it is: a chilling, numbing, isolating sort of feeling that makes you feel cut off from the rest of the world, even if you're sitting right there in the middle of the world with all sorts of things going on around you.

My current episode is manifesting itself as a combination of bleak thoughts and (literally) stomach-churning anxiety. It took some time to get off to sleep last night, even after a pleasant evening of raiding with my Final Fantasy XIV buddies; once I was there in the dark, waiting for slumber to finally claim me, that was when the anxiousness began. It was — is — a lurking feeling of discomfort; not pain, per se, but rather the sensation that you can't get away from something unpleasant that might happen to you at any moment; the feeling that, against your will, you're going to have to do something you don't want to do, be it something as mundane as talking to someone you don't want to talk to, or something as outlandish and improbable as getting involved in some sort of violent incident.

The unifying factor between all those possibilities is the nagging sensation — fear, paranoia, call it what you will — that everyone and everything is somehow "out to get you". It makes it difficult to truly trust, and it's not exactly conducive to functioning in an entirely normal manner in polite society. Still, I muddle through just as I've always done; I keep my head down, I get on with the things I need to do, then I excuse myself and try to relax in a situation where I feel more comfortable.

This post is turning out rather more candid than I perhaps intended when I sat down to write this evening, but frankly, given that this is one of the more difficult depressive episodes that I've dealt with in recent memory, I felt the need to express myself somewhat and to try and articulate these feelings. By doing so, I feel I can confront them a little more effectively and hopefully drag myself out of the abyss I've been slipping into for a few days.

Thankfully, as with any time this happens, I at least know that I'm not alone; it pains me that so many people I know, trust, like and love have been afflicted similarly, but at the same time it gives me strength to know that I'm not the only one who has faced such mental trials. Some have it far worse than me, even, and I'm not for a second attempting to compare the validity of different people's experiences with depression; it simply helps me a little to know that no, I am not the only person who has ever felt like this, and no, it's not the be-all and end-all of existence.

These things pass. Eventually. In the meantime you just have to ride out the storm.

Now I'm going to go spend some time in Akihabara pulling the trousers off vampires. Here's to a hopefully more positive day tomorrow.