Most of the two men and their dog who read my blogs will know that I haven’t been too good mentally for the last week or so, although I am now less bad than I was. What you won’t know though is that for the month or so before that I had been the best I have been in more than a decade. I didn’t say anything at the time as I felt guilty, how could I feel so good when the rest of the world felt so bad? It wasn’t as if I was immune to the suffering of others or that I wasn’t worried about my loved ones, because I was and am. But after a short (few days) initial response to the coronavirus situation of getting really panicky and sleeping even more badly than usual, it passed and I felt so different.
I have subsequently read that many seriously anxious and depressed people have been feeling unusually well since this crisis began. Obviously this doesn’t hold true for lots of people and for many they are feeling worse than they ever have before, but just the knowledge that I wasn’t the only one feeling like this made me feel less guilty and less strange. It shows how important speaking out is, it makes other people who are in the same situation feel less alone. It’s also a reminder to me that no matter how many times I feel that I’m the only one in the world to feel a certain way, that never holds true. (Even though I have been told twice in two different areas of my mental health and by two different mental health professionals that my presentation is particularly unusual! Unusual isn’t the same as unique. Although of course everyone’s illness is unique to a point.) But I digress…
I have tried to analyse what made me feel so well, some of which agree with the experience of the other people mentioned. One part of it is that the “worst” has happened. When you invest so much time worrying about things, usually worst case scenarios, there is some comfort in the fact that you no longer have to worry. The thing has happened. There is a lot of truth in the quotation that “there is nothing to fear but fear itself.” The majority of things I worry about never come to pass and even if they do they are hardly ever as bad as I fear. On the rare occasions they are, the fact that I’ve already worried myself sick about them doesn’t help at all, all it has done is extend the period of the misery. If I’ve been worrying about a journey, as soon as I start on that journey I feel a bit better. I still have anxiety, but the absolute worst part of it is over – the anticipation. In this case we had started the journey of a pandemic and therefore the strongest anxiety was over.
Secondly, I find myself very attracted by a strong sense of community, which is ironic given I’m not at all good with social situations, but still! One of the things I really like about volunteering at the museum is the sense of community we have. The coronavirus crisis really engendered a sense of community across the country and indeed the world, of everyone pulling together to fight for a common cause and people were all beginning to help their neighbours and show gratitude to the NHS and to people who have traditionally been largely overlooked, like supermarket workers, posties and dustmen. It felt like barriers were down and we were all doing our bit and appreciated and that is the kind of world I want to live in. People (myself included) often mock the frequent allusions to the “spirit of the blitz.” There’s no doubt it is invoked far too often and for the wrong reasons but in this case it is apt. I think the reason many who experienced it talked with some fondness of it, despite the terrible dangers and hardships, was the lowering of those barriers, a common purpose and a clearly defined enemy. Everyone knew where they were and what needed to be done. There is a lot of research that shows the happiest countries are those with the smallest gaps between rich and poor, a more equal society. Times of crisis often increase the feeling of equality, to some degree and that can make people happier.
Thirdly, I find ‘appointments’ stressful. I don’t mean by that what you probably mean by the term. I mean anything in my diary that I have to do on a certain date, be that going to the museum or meeting a friend. It doesn’t matter how fun the experience is likely to be, just the actual fact of having to do it at a specified time on a specified date makes it stressful to me and has done for a very long time. Suddenly everything was shut and there was not a thing in my diary. The freedom from stress that that gave me was intoxicating. It probably doesn’t sound like much to you, but it was to me.
Fourthly, it levelled the playing field. Although my goal has always been and still is to level the playing field up and not down, the fact that it was suddenly more level made me feel less outside the world and more like everyone else. Everyone was staying in, it wasn’t just me! Nobody was socialising or going on holiday or going to concerts or festivals, it wasn’t just me. Feeling more ‘normal’ was a nice feeling.
Fifthly, a lot of people were/are very scared of dying in this outbreak. That is totally natural and I sympathise with them very much. I’m scared of other people dying, but although I fear the process of dying, I don’t fear being dead. That therefore made me feel to a certain extent invulnerable and therefore less anxious. When you’re usually feeling much more vulnerable than most people, suddenly feeling stronger than them was a powerful feeling. I think when you’ve spent a large proportion of your life since the age of 9, being suicidal, being dead seems like a good thing.
These are the main factors I have identified but there might be more. They all combined to make me feel so unusually well. It had been such a long time since I had such a good patch and felt that way that I had forgotten how it was. I realised that I had become so used to feeling so bad that I had honestly forgotten how it felt to feel better. I’d lost awareness of just how bad my usual level was. I found I slept better, I felt better and I had energy and motivation. Doing things seemed effortless, I didn’t have to consciously motivate myself at all. I think this was the most powerful thing and I can’t stress enough just how different this is from my normal state. I got SO much done, jobs I’d been putting off for years were all done in a trice and at no effort. I think that in itself increased my happiness too, it’s an invisible cycle of motivation when you’re feeling well. You’re so pleased with everything you’ve got done that you want to do more. Feeling so well was also such a relief. It’s exhausting feeling the way I usually do and the contrast made me see that very clearly. It was like being on holiday for a while from being me. The possibilities seemed endless.
Much like the last episode of Star Trek: Next Generation though, “all good things… “ I crashed back to Earth and the stark difference between one state and the other meant I crashed hard. A classic rollercoaster scenario. Why did this halcyon lull from myself end? A number of factors I think, after the initial surge of togetherness more and more people started to climb out of the boat we were all in and highlight their selfishness and greed, for one thing. ‘Normal’ life reinstated itself to some extent and the temporary armistice was over. I was also very upset by the realisation of how many other people viewed mental illness, as discussed in my last blog. I really let it get to me.
A big factor was that I realised the level playing field (as alluded to in point four, above) was an illusion. Yes, other people were temporarily in the same position as me but the temporariness of it was highlighted by such things as multiple people commenting on how different their birthdays in lockdown had been (mine was just the same) or how much they were looking forward to spending time with their partners again (what partner?). Or the many people who were in lockdown WITH a partner or children and could have a hug when they wanted. (My goals are small!) It brought home to me that after this crisis is over they will all emerge from the chrysalis and I won’t. I wrote this short poem about these thoughts.
I live my life in lockdown
is a truth I’ve come to see.
All the things that you find odd
aren’t so strange to me.
Realising that I do live my whole life like I’m in lockdown is an incredibly depressing thought, my life is so curtailed. Unfortunately, depression being what it is, all these thoughts caused me to lose the happiness I had temporarily found. Now I am back to how I am normally. The worst of the crash is over but as I have so recently discovered, my ‘normal’ level is very low. Last night I again woke multiple times with nightmares and so started my day tired and depressed as usual. I have to make myself do anything and I realise now just how much effort that takes. I think lack of motivation is one of the least understood parts of depression, if you don’t feel like this you can have no idea of just how much it takes out of me to do even the simplest thing. Even I had forgotten just how far below normal I am in this area. I was aware of a serious lack of motivation of course and have tweeted about it in the past, but when it is every day, every week, every month, every year, you become so accustomed to it that you lose the proper perspective.
Anyway, that’s about it for now. As always folks, be kind. It’s so true that you never know what the other person is dealing with.