Last night as I struggled to find sleep, taking time to flip through my article feed, an article on the stories we tell about mental illness began to pull me in.
Johann Hari discusses his experience of depression in an excerpt from his his new book. This is not the first time I’ve seen a call to reframe our discussion of mental health, but it was a timely reminder to pay attention to lived experience.
I was a child when I first experienced symptoms of depression. Anxiety came later, creeping in sometime around college then settling in for good after grad school.
By the time I knew the name psychologists had given this dark cloud, I was fixated on the “science” of it, on understanding the why behind this chronic condition that stole months and years from my active, happy life, giving a label to what was “wrong” with me.
Like the author of the article (and book, added to reading list), I clung to the idea that something biological and impersonnal was the cause. Unbalanced chemicals in my brain, not my actions, behavior, or underlying character, were to blame.
Sure I’d seen the studies that admitted they didn’t understand why anti-depressants worked, or the admission that long-term effects of the drug were anyone’s guess. For that reason, that acknowledged and brushed aside uncertainty, I resisted drugs as the answer to my pain.
Even when I did finally request a prescription from my PCP and signed up for therapy, I went off after about a year. Each time I returned to meds to address my issues, I became more certain the cure was worse than the disease.
I’m angry every time I hear about shortcuts made by pharmacuetical companies and the marketing push that suddenly normalized a pill for everything and the purchase of fake science by companies to support their bottom line.
It was Abraham Maslow and his emerging branch of Humanistic Psychology that began to ask what healthy, whole, self-actualizing human beings had going for them, shifting the focus away from abnormal psychology.
Something about this narrative makes sense, emotional and behavioral states that are natural reactions to trauma and deprivation of basic human needs. Humans are complex, intelligent, social animals, to accept that we each need more than food, water, air, and shelter to thrive is intuitive.
We need to connect to others, to feel we belong. We need to know our actions have meaning, make a difference, and provide us with purpose. For each of us, that drive and purpose is our life’s story, our unique experience of this amazing gift.
Maybe we can get by missing out on one human need if we have others, but what if the pull of modern society wears away all sides?
Our jobs feel pointless, dull, maybe even counter to our own values.
The growing economic divide in the US makes our security uncertain, personal debt threatens the future.
In growing cities we feel alone, the shifting social landscape divisive, connections hard to find. Technology grabbing our attention away from deep and meaningful relationships.
Humans have lived for millennia experiencing a connection to the earth and their tribe — now we are individuals alone and adrift in an indifferent sea of others.
Those of us who experience that disconnect and deprivation as grief, as mental anguish and pain may be more well-adapted than we have been lead to believe.