Depression, Vulnerability, & Second Chances

Depression, Vulnerability, & Second Chances“Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable,” warned Mother Teresa. “Be honest and transparent anyway.”

A community organization invited me to join them for breakfast several years ago. They wanted me to deliver a keynote presentation about core values at an upcoming event. A woman on the planning committee leaned across the table and reached for my hand.

“Julie, I heard you speak years ago,” she said. “Be transparent. Share from your heart. Tell your story.”

I was prepared to discuss integrity and choices. I was not ready to share personal experiences.

“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it,” Brené Brown, author of Daring Greatly, explains. “Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”

I believe when we embrace hope as a guiding light and become willing to do whatever work is necessary to face our fears, we discover that the same fire that melts butter hardens steel.  We discover something we had all along: courage. 

I reluctantly decided to test the waters of vulnerability …

I began to experience dark periods of sadness when I was in junior high school.  I was told to “pull myself up by my bootstraps” and “stop feeling sorry for myself.”  I felt guilt and shame when I was depressed. I had no skills or tools to share or express it.

In my twenties, depression was complicated with severe panic attacks. My father died of a heart attack and I was afraid each bout of anxiety would be fatal. Panic attacks exploded into full-blown agoraphobia.  I was afraid to leave my home.  I can speak with authority that thoughts of suicide have little to do with desire to attract attention to one’s self and everything to do with an overwhelming desire to end the pain.

I was lucky. I was willing to do anything to get better.  I just needed some direction.

The direction came in the form of a phone call from a college. They offered me a graduate assistantship.  Terrified to drive, I got in my car and I cried throughout the 30 mile trek to the university.

I was told to report to the director of the safety program. He explained the university would cover all costs of a master’s degree program and provide a stipend.  All I had to do was agree to teach one class:  driver’s education.

I told the director I understood curriculum development and I was a good teacher, but I had a panic disorder and was afraid to drive. I admitted I was agoraphobic.

“I don’t understand the words you’re using,” said the safety department manager, “but if you commit to this program, we’ll teach you how to take care of yourself behind the wheel of a car.”

I agreed. Reluctantly.

One day after driving to the university during a severe thunderstorm, I found the counseling center on campus and asked for permission to stand in the lobby whenever I felt the onset of panic.

“I promise I won’t get in the way and I’ll be very quiet,” I pleaded. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

The receptionist asked, “Would you like to come back a little more often than that?”

She introduced me to Dr. Paul, a psychologist on the counseling staff.

Though hesitant at first, I explained to Dr. Paul that I was afraid I was psychotic and delusional.  I was terrified I’d be labeled as “crazy,” locked into a straight jacket, and permanently confined in an institution.

Depression, Vulnerability, & Second Chances“Why do you think you’re delusional?” he asked.

“Because I hear voices,” I explained.

“What do the voices say to you?”

I explained the voices were mean and scary. They said I was no good. And broken. And sick.

“Yes, those are scary voices,” Dr. Paul agreed. “But those voices are coming from inside of you.”

I did not know I had control over my own thoughts. Negative thoughts and self-criticism are like old hats: if you don’t like them, don’t wear them.

He advised me to come back to his office for weekly appointments.  And he suggested a medication.

“You know, I’m very strong,” I said.

“Yes, I see how strong you are,” he agreed. “Are you trying to tell me that asthmatics who use an inhaler aren’t as strong as you? Are diabetics who use insulin weak?”

It was in that moment that I realized that depression was not a character defect, but an illness with physiological symptoms that could be treated.

For twelve months, I went to class early because I wanted to grab the first seat by the door. I needed to know I could escape the room without drawing attention to myself in the event of a panic attack.  I attended classes in the morning and taught driver’s education classes to high school and international college students in the evening.

I met weekly with Dr. Paul and developed an arsenal of positive living strategies.  I walked two miles every day with my dog.  I read positive books about self-care.  I practiced meditation. 

Someone gave me an old cassette tape labeled Using the Body to Relax the Mind on one side and Using the Mind to Relax the Body on the other side.  I listened to that tape several times a day until it literally fell apart from overuse.  By the time I threw the cassette away; the voice on the tape had become part of my inner self-talk.

As a course requirement for one of my psychology classes, I had to develop a behavior modification plan.  Most of my graduate school colleagues developed weight loss programs and plans to quit smoking.  I developed a reward system to help me reduce the number of times I stopped my car between the college and my home driving to and from school.  When I felt bouts of panic, I typically pulled into a gas station to calm down. By the end of the semester, I was able to drive back and forth between my home and the college without getting out of my car.  My professor invited me to share my story at a psychologists’ convention.

The following semester, I was invited to teach instructional courses in the education department.  I lost my fear of driving and went on to work as an urban instructional coach and adjunct professor.  I am now a speaker and inspire others to embrace their own stories.

I share my experiences because I believe I have a responsibility to all of those who supported me to pay it forward.  Too many people needlessly drown in a sea of despondency.  There is help.  There is hope.  

I believe every time we dig deep within and share our experiences with someone else, two lives are potentially saved:  theirs … and ours.

Do you have a story of hope to share with others?

 

Use these tips from Put the Positive in Your Affirmation to brighten your self-talk.

You have the power to change your thoughts with suggestions from Replace Old Tapes with New Messages.

Get inspired with wonderful words from 11 Inspiring Quotes When You Need Encouragement.

Are you ready to make a change in your life? Begin with these tips from What You Must Let Go to Move Forward.

Do you want to share your story? Use these suggestions to Craft a Story People Want to Hear.

 

7 Responses to Depression, Vulnerability, & Second Chances
  1. Julie, you are amazing! Thank you for facing FEAR in the face thank you for taking your life back so that you can be the strength of others. Amazing article. May I share?

    • If I post it, Luisa, it’s up for sharing. I believe all of us become stronger and wiser when we share our experiences and hope with one another! Bless you and all you’re doing to empower women!
      Julie

  2. Awesome article Dr. Julie! You have to be transparent to be able to share your story, in order to help others to be free. Your articles, posts, and emails always inspire me to keep going, to keep unleashing the greatness within me. True Trailblazers need encouragement too, and some of the best encouragement comes from another Trailblazer ; such as yourself.

  3. Dr Julie, such a great article and so well written!! When you share self experiences it gives others the tools to realize that they are not alone, there is help and a way out, if they truly want it. Your inspiration is one of the greatest gifts I have received in my life and very happy to be apart of your journey!! Thank you.

  4. Health magazine offers great advice, “How to Help Someone Who’s Depressed,” http://www.health.com/health/gallery/0,,20452135,00.html

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