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When You Find You’re Unable to Read or Write

11th May 2017 by Gemma 3 Comments

Reading and Writing with Anxiety and Depression: BLANK

reading and writing with anxiety and depression

Oh dear. I’ve been away for quite a while, haven’t I? It was not by choice. Although to clarify, I did choose to step away because I could not muster the energy to focus and think in order to produce something worth publishing online. All of my energy was getting drained by trying to keep it together, which then devolved into trying to maintain the appearance of holding it together while half of my brain was a jumbled mess.

Bear with me with this post — I swear I did not write it to coincide with Mental Health Awareness Week. I’ve had this in my queue for a while, second-guessing why I should be sharing something so personal, something that is trivial in the grand scheme of things. It was primarily a cathartic exercise.

But I found it funny that coinciding with this week is a personal lesson that mental health is not like being struck down with a cold: you take your meds, let it do its job, then you’ll be good as before after a few days.

Uh, no, Gemma, mental health and mental illness is more complicated than that.

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I welcomed 2017 while on holiday with my family in the Philippines. I was relaxed, refreshed, and felt ready to come to grips with my new job which I started the past November.

I was happy that I seem to have exorcised my desire to read light and fluffy books. The new year was bringing in an incredible amount of literary fiction, and I find that I need to be in a right state of mind to appreciate and properly review them. I was hitting a stride with blog networking. I believe I have somehow figured out how to deal with Instagram’s messed up algorithm.

Basically, I felt positive about everything.

 
But the new job did not turn out in the way I was hoping.

I was in my last job for five years, which is long enough by today’s standards. My parents would say differently — they’ve worked in the same company they started with until retirement.

I thought it was going to take some time to settle in the new job, to be familiar with the new environment and feel confident in the new skills I had to learn. But I felt that the expectations were too high: everyone seems to think I should have complete mastery of everything just two months in.

By mid-February, I was getting paralysed by anxiety. I did not know what it was, could not put a name to it, until the physical symptoms started manifesting in such a way that could not be ignored — my stomach was a perpetual twisted ball, my heart was pounding making sleep difficult, my hands would shake a little and I had to grasp my pen tightly when I was writing.

I turned to my usual coping mechanisms which are reading, bookstagramming, social networking, but none of them could light me up and get me de-stressed. I could not feel the spark I would usually feel when reading. I looked at all the other books I was looking forward to reading but not a single one in my varied selection would call out to me. I did not feel like going on bookstagram, or reading and commenting on other blogs, or doing any online socialising.

I did not feel like doing the laundry, did not feel like cooking, and most of all, I did not want to go to work.
And yet I had to.

All my efforts were concentrated on trying to function as normal so I had to cut off the other stuff — photography, blogging, bookstagramming. I continued to try to read but there was not much joy, and I found myself reading some sentences over and over just to make sense of it. Then I started feeling like wanting to cry at random points of the day for no reason — while folding the laundry or while reading a book even if it wasn’t a tear-inducing passage.

I thought, maybe it was hormones? It was almost time for that monthly annoyance. Still, I knew. At the back of my mind, I knew. I was never emotional during the PMS period, just ravenous for junk food.

I have seen the GP and was given and directed to the support I needed. I was prescribed medication which I resisted taking for three months and chose to take St. John’s Wort instead. I was referred for talk therapy.

If you live in the UK, you know how hard it is to get appointments for these things. By the time I saw a therapist, the St. John’s Wort has done its job (I was shocked it worked, to be honest), and I felt like I was getting the hang of the new job and finally settling in. I was back to reading, I felt like taking photos for bookstagram again, and I wanted to blog again.

The therapist thought I was doing well. I could see that she, as well as my GP, saw it as a temporary rough patch, with the medication enabling me to handle the recent challenges. And I did feel somewhat better! Since the crisis is over, I thought there should be no problems getting off the St. John’s Wort and slowly tapered down my dose until I was completely off it.

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Reading and writing with anxiety and depression was a real struggle. The GP mentioned I am experiencing mild-to-moderate depression, and I cannot fathom how those with clinical depression feel because I felt incredibly shite as it is! I looked all over the internet to figure out whether mental health problems do affect one’s creative output.

I read an article where Otessa Moshfegh talked about how her dark thoughts found purchase on paper, writing stories in a non-destructive way of exorcising them. I couldn’t write though. Why? And how does Otessa do it? To sit still and organise my thoughts, it felt impossible, a waste of time. I chose to read mindless gossip sites instead of subjecting myself to that torture, which ended as being a definite waste of time and producing nothing.

Then I remember Jessie Burton sharing on her blog how writing her second book while battling with anxiety and depression was difficult. Now that I could relate to! It was then that it dawned on me that mental health problems are very individual experiences. My anxiety is different from someone else’s, and what works for me may not produce the same results in another.

As for my lesson learned during Mental Health Awareness Week 2017? Well, as I mentioned, I wrote this blog post around two to three weeks ago and at that time, I said that I was feeling better. However, after being off St. John’s Wort for two weeks, I am again experiencing the somatic symptoms and tearful urges. It seems that this is not at all similar to having a bout of the cold or a tummy bug. Apparently, it’s not as straightforward as finding the medication that suits you, take it until you feel better, let it help you get over your crisis, then taper it off and voilà! All cured!

Now you may be thinking: everyone and their neighbour seems to be “coming out” with their mental illness lately. You might believe that this post is just to be in vogue, that declaring one’s self to be struggling with mental illness is the “it thing”.

If it is, I would really rather not be in on this trend.

But I’d like to thank anyone and everyone who has had mental health problems and has shared about it in the public world of the internet. Without your voice, it might have taken me longer to recognise what was happening to me, to know what various options are out there for help, and to understand that it is a problem and not just something I can and should get over with through sheer will (which is what I would probably get if I were back in my birth country). Wherever you are in the journey, doing better or still struggling, I only wish you the best and that you have the right help and support.

 
P.S.: And so I do apologise to publishing companies’ marketing teams when I couldn’t put a review out on time or post more about the book on Twitter and Instagram, not to mention the lovely people who have visited the blog and commented!

 
 
Let’s have a chat!
Has reading and writing with anxiety and depression affected your creative output? Did you find it difficult to produce something, or did you find yourself more productive?

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Comments

  1. Dinh says

    17th June 2017 at 5:53 am

    Sorry to hear you haven’t been well.

    I hope this cheers you up- I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award. See my post for details.
    https://arlenesbookclub.com/liebster-award-2017

    It’s a fun award and I hope you accept it. 🙂

    Dinh

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  2. Resh Susan says

    22nd May 2017 at 4:17 am

    This is such an honest post Gemma. I am so glad you are feeling better. And I am loving your new Instagram pics as well. Cheers to having a genuinely wonderful year ahead. xoxo

    Reply
  3. Michelle @ The Constant Scholar says

    17th May 2017 at 2:13 pm

    Thank you so much for sharing this story, it is so good to know that I’m not alone. I love to read, and I love to write about the insights I take from what I read, and when I stop having the desire to read, it just makes me feel sad and guilty even more. I appreciate you taking some blog space out to talk about such a personal experience.

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