The fog has lifted slightly and I can think clearer…
I didn’t realise the side effects would be so severe. Sometimes I’m a bad reader of my body and state of mind, I can show a complete lack of self awareness, I’m also inconsiderate towards myself and this can be projected onto others.
I didn’t mean to stop my taking my anti depressants, I just did.
I should have done this gradually over a course of time so I had control and awareness of what was going on.
It started with the dizziness, heart palpitations and this constant feeling that I was getting the flu. I remember waiting for a train at E&C station, it was around 10pm and I had several layers on, none of this could stop my body feeling like a block of ice. I was shaking and shivering even walking up and down the station platform didn’t get me warm. This was only magnified by seeing non one else as in much discomfort as I had felt. My body ached and my feet felt like they didn’t exist.
I felt numb, totally dead inside.
Later that week, I started to feel angry, pure rage! I hated everything and flew off the handle at the slightest inconvenience, this was personified whenever I got on public transport and I found myself shouting at innocent bystanders to get out of my way.
The dizziness and heart palpitations persisted and I was convinced that i was getting the flu, my body felt in limbo. Sleep brought no solace as my dreams were so vivid and anxiety ridden that i was convinced they were real. During this time I had completely forgotten about the anti-depressants as I had dissociated from them as I hadn’t taken them for 5 days, it still hadn’t occurred to me that I was in the grips of anti depressants discontinuation syndrome.
As the week continued I became more angry, more depressed and I had lost any sense of self, I became completely detached. I became an emotional void, I felt myself fading away.
After 7 days the symptoms stated to ease but I had felt myself estranged from everyone. My boyfriend was aware that I was not quite myself, I had not been the easiest person to be around that week and it was only after making a passing comment to Maciej that I had stopped taking my medication that he realised what the problem was. After talking and much googling I recognised the symptoms that I had been suffering from.
Why hadn’t I realised what was happening? Was I in denial? I was astonished that I had been so careless with my mental health, so blasé!
I felt guilty and very stupid for causing a situation that could have been avoided, I was now dealing with extreme physical and mental implications of my decision.
It has been at least 3 weeks since the physical symptoms have worn off and it’s only now that I’m able to process what happened, why I chose to do what I did and why I didn’t choose to withdraw from the medication gradually and go to the doctors for advice.
Despite this I feel good, I’m not feeling depressed or anxious at the moment and I don’t regret coming off the medication, just the manner that I did it.
I’m writing this as way to track my thoughts and to also process my decision making, this is something I rely upon as a photographer. I usually create my work by taking photos first and then writing about it afterwards. I will try a different approach in this instance in order to document my mental health as an on-going photo/essay series.
I’ve been thinking about starting therapy again but this time I would seek out a black female therapist as this woman would have shared experience with me. I’ve been looking at The Black, African and Asian Therapy Network (BAATN) for a possible therapist. I had no idea BAATN even existed until 6 months ago when I listened to a Radio 4 documentary called Black Girls Don’t Cry, the Journalist Marverine Cole spoke to two black women about their struggles with mental health and the lack of support they’ve received a black women when accessing NHS mental health services, Cole also spoke to a therapist at The Black, African and Asian Therapy Network (BAATN) which was the first time I had heard of them.
This still blindsides me! Why wasn’t I aware of BAATN previously?
Listening to this show was a revelation. At the time I had just started taking my medication again and was acclimatising to my physical and mental state. I have listed to this show several times since my first discovery and not only did it validate my experience but had also provided me with valuable information.
Why aren’t NHS mental Health services in UK making ethnic minority patients aware of BAATN? Why isn’t there more readily available information about BAATN, even at your local GP in UK?
When I went to see my GP last October I was told about local mental health services but there was no consideration that perhaps BAATN might be beneficial for me. I appreciate that the service provided by BAATN are not free as this creates a barrier for some to access treatment. From researching therapist on BAATN, I know that several will offer discounts to those accommodate their financial situation.
However, I appreciate that the NHS is free and has experienced a decade of austerity has eroded its capacity to really serve society. In saying that it’s still important that we are given choices to inform how we can treat our mental health and I believe that I had known about BAAT I would have been given an alternative instead of relying upon NHS.
Having options and autonomy over your mental health is paramount.
When my mum died in 2015, I waited a year on NHS Mental Health waiting list before I was assigned a therapist, for treatment. I was prescribed 13 weeks of talking therapy of Interpersonal Psychotherapy (IPT) for grief, depression and anxiety. I was also taking anti depressants, as well as working full time and studying for an MA part time.
My psychologist was Dr Jeraj, he was a man of South Asians background. I was glad that he was a persona of colour I felt that this allowed me to talk about my race and cultural nuances in a way that a white British person would not necessary be able to associate with.
Overall my experience was positive, Dr Jeraj was a nice man and being in a space talking to a man and not a women did lead me to questions certain things within my own interpersonal relations ships and how I communicate with men.
The difference of gender did not pose a problem but on reflection I think my experience might have been more beneficial if I had spoken to a black woman, this thought had been at the back of my mind the whole time, especially as this particular bough of depression had been about my mum’s death and my role now in the family as an orphan the eldest child out of my siblings.
Now that I know about BAATN and now that I’m finally come to terms with my new status and am off anti depressants perhaps I can pursue therapy again as I now know that I have viable options for me.
I spent some time searching for a female therapist, it was empowering being able to have some autonomy over my treatment.
After searching BAATN for a therapist, I have found someone who I think might be suitable for me. She’s a woman. She’s a woman of dual heritage. She has short hair and wears glasses. She looks young but judging by her experience I doubt she is. She looks androgynous. She looks kind but serious. She comes from a creative background and utilises this in her practice, I wonder what this entails?
She seems to be able to help with many aspects such as depression, identity, anxiety, stress, anger management, race experience, self-esteem and bereavement and relationship issues. For me these are the things that I have struggled with and I feel hopeful.
She looks a bit like me, this was part of the reason why I choose her. Am I being narcissistic? This felt like a weird decision initially but this will be my first experience talking to someone who has had a shared experience of me, I suppose having therapy with someone that resembles me will hopefully make it easier to talk things through, breaking that formal barrier that has previously stopped me from being totally open.
I’m wary that I’m not looking for a mother type figure and I didn’t want to go to seek therapy from someone who looked too clinical.
Maybe I am looking for a reflection of myself to finally address and put to rest some of the traumas that have been haunting me for years.
My first session is in two weeks.
‘I don’t want to go’, this is my first thought when I realise that my first session of therapy is due. Today!
‘I’m actually feeling fine today’, this is another though which comes to mind.
Both are accurate - today I don’t want to go because I’m feeling ok, however I can’t guarantee that I this feeling will continue. I still feel slightly emotionally vulnerable.
I know I can’t, this makes me very unreliable sometimes and this is not a characteristic that I would usually associate with myself. I have been feeling a bit of social anxiety, not enough to paralyse me but enough to find that I’m avoiding social events, dinner with friends and generally avoiding any opportunity to be in a room full of people. When I am with friends, I feel resentful, tired, angry and occasionally bored. This is not a nice feeling and not a nice thing to think of when I’m around people who only have their best intentions for me.
This lack of motivation also extends to my photography, which I’ve been feeling rather apathetic about, the though of starting my hair series projects feels me with dread, I can’t face taking any self portraits which only aides my lack of discipline.
I’ve been off my medication now for nearly two months, and I don’t miss taking my medication anymore and I don;t miss the fatigue and drowsiness that haunted me everyday. Drowsiness that would comes in woozy waves which would end with a massive yawn, and which usually resulted in making my head spin.
If I’m honest with myself I’ve kinda been looking forward and dreading this moment. I hate trying new things, making myself vulnerable to new experiences and people. It’s exhausting.
However I need to go to see if I need therapy, I’m not sure if I do or not and this is the first time that I’m engaging with therapy with some semblance of clarity so I owe it to myself to try. Just try and see what happens.
She seemed nice, more serious than expected. She was petite, her clothing was casual. Her feet didn’t quite touch the ground when she sat on her chair. The room was large and there was a clear distance between where she sat with her patients and where her desk was. The desk was today and had the hallmark of a someone who worked methodically.
The view from her window was somewhat bleak, a lonely tree in front of a brick wall. The wall was to high to see what was behind it, not even a glimmer. I spent sometime wondering who resided on the other side of the wall.
She was direct with me and gave me clear eye contact throughout our session. She didn’t offend me in anyway but I didn’t warm to her. I’m not disappointed by my experience, I didn’t even want to go in the first place.
Although, as I’ve had therapy before I knew what to expect but I still found it difficult and somewhat tedious to talk over my life and experiences again. It’s always triggering to some extent.
I told her my mum had died three years ago. Ten minutes later she asked me where my mum was, I explained again that she had died. She apologised but in clumsy and confused manner.
I went to therapy with a lack of clarity and I hoped she would help bring some resolution and place to start tackling issues that had yet to address, but I left thinking that I would never see her again and I got the impression that she also felt the same.
I’m feeling disengaged from being creative today, I have an urge to create something and be positive but I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of apathy and doubt. I feel anxious and upset about myself and about my creative process, I feel I need to shake this off and just carry on making.
I’ve been this apathetic since I stopped taking my medication, this feeling also persisted whilst I was on anti-depressants so I’m unsure how much of this is me or the depression, there seems to be no separation between the two.
Usually I can separate the two but at the moment I’m struggling to gain context. I’m finding it difficult to focus as I feel that I’m drifting with nothing tangible for me to engage with. Essentially I feel isolated and it would be nice to not feel so isolated.
I was just looking through my notes and I found this from Claudia Rankine talk at Tate Modern in 2017, these notes kind of make sense the reading back but I’m not able to sound as articulate as Ranikne, a truly inspirational speaker who’s able to articulate the nuances of the black experience so accurately.
I’ve been struggling to find something to read recently and maybe I should go back threading Citizen again or find something else along the same lines of Rankine to stimulate me.
I should make a to do list, that usually helps me focus and at least it will give me a sense of satisfaction once I’ve completed one of the tasks on the list.