Full Disclosure: Thoughts on Depression & Suicide

Many people have asked me to write a book. Below would be part and parcel of any book I am finally currently working on. My truth. Some may be surprised, perhaps disappointed, but I cannot be phony.

Full Disclosure: I was not an active follower of either Kate Spade or Anthony Bourdain. In this day and age of social media and celebrity, I certainly knew who both were and what each brought to the table, pun intended. Enough money was never enough to purchase the eponymous bag that made Miss Spade a household name and worthy to be Jeopardy clues. I should have been quite a fan of Mr. Bourdain, but truth be told, watching his programs discouraged me in recent years. I was reminded of all I have lost since the first of three major surgeries left me even more mobility impaired than I had been for the first 42+ years of my life. Additional truth be told, I’m a fashionista wanna-be born in the wrong body and a frustrated hostess with the mostess not to mention a grounded adventurer.

The two recent high profile suicides this week have raised the serious topic of depression once again. Seems that it takes the hard to believe self inflicted deaths of the famous for this to be covered across all media save the occasional news reports of rising incidences of teen suicide as well as those among veterans. A few years ago, the death of beloved Robin Williams highlighted the topic that still today seems taboo. Not only suicide but the underlying issues of mental illness which includes depression. The term “mental illness” can conjure up negative images, even severe conditions such as schizophrenia, psychosis or perhaps a murderous Hannibal Lector. Depression is a condition under the vast umbrella of Mental Illness and should be appropriately discerned. With Robin Williams, the vast majority of fans who only knew him from the small or big screens making us laugh found it unbelievable that such a person could be desperately unhappy, depressed. Do we really WANT to know that friends and family or celebrities can be feeling hopeless?

For those who know me or have read previous blogs or followed my Just Call Me Geri FB page, you probably know that my Mother (the one who chose me from a picture in the newspaper), from my earliest consciousness, impressed upon me the importance of not feeling sorry for myself. The message included the tacit warning that no one would like me, that showing self pity would give reason for people to turn away from me. Would be decades later that I would learn that there is a significant difference between whining and legitimately feeling down due to my circumstances.

By no means have I had the worst life, far from it, but I started life with strikes against me, first being born in a deformed shell that would embody my soul and personality. Being abandoned in the hospital by biological parents who left instructions behind that “no pictures to be taken of this baby” added 2nd and 3rd strikes, yetvi was never out.
I won’t list the entire litany of hardships faced through now 50 years but some include:
Being told to accept I would never get married;
Being asked why I would want to have a baby and do to them what happened to me;
Being backstabbed at a summer camp by someone supposedly to have been family;
Being backstabbed by that same person when she lied to my parents about supposed injustices inflicted by me (in my perspective, was quite opposite);
Hearing sighs, groans and whispers when people had to help me in/out of cars or up stairs (who’s going to help Geri?”);
Being advised it’s easier if I stay away so no one would have to deal with me during emergencies;
Being “gently” told I could never provide a home for a man I had feelings for;
Being “harassed” by a married man who knew I would have little to no other intimate opportunities;
Being belittled and disrespected in hospital facilities when known I was on my own;
Having inappropriate medical treatments or not having appropriate medical interventions (that led to my current incapacitation);
Being at mercy of caregivers who can be rude, rough and larcenous;
Being at the mercy of Government restrictions; and
Being told I’m too depressing to talk to…

When at 40 I had finally obtained a Master’s Degree to begin a long in trying to figure out career, I was soon stymied, having that career cut short by 3 surgeries that left me in worse shape than before. The last two surgeries I never would have consented to had I been warned my mobility would be all but lost completely. I would have opted for shorter life span over non quality of life. When over 10-30 years ago I’d fall into pits of despair, I struggled mightily, conjured up plans, fingering bottles of medication, really my only option. Remembering the haunting conclusion of Edith Wharton’s “Ethan Frome” always prevented me from trying anything self destructive with my car, the only other possible tool at my disposal.

796AB887-BC2C-4222-BA44-9D6D4CF62A3AYet, I always dug deep, as far inside as I could to keep the wavering flame from going out. Once such night in the wee hours, I remember sitting on the floor by my bed sobbing with heaving muted screams. What brought me back was thinking of “my kids” and their parents …how would they explain to them that I gave up? When I was still able to sit up prior to first spinal surgery of 2015, I willingly put my meds out of reach. My evening pills then were set aside for only one night at a time as I no longer trusted myself. I was still trying to hang on. And now when many days, especially recently, when I really want an out, there is no possibility that I can do anything to harm myself. My therapist and I have laughed about this ruefully. A cosmic joke?

This disclosure can possibly hurt my alternate career in the making …aiming to be a successful inspirational speaker but this is my truth. I’m not asking for people to feel sorry for me, but to understand that there are no easy answers.

More additional truth be told, I’d much rather laugh than cry. I actually enjoy having others laugh at my sometimes corny, other times bawdy, humor. I really should find an amateur Stand Up/Sit Down Comedy venue. Ridiculous irony from the universe, I’m rather an extrovert. God couldn’t have made me an agoraphobic?

I have my “highs” when I have several engagements booked, when I do feel of use and that my life has purpose. But then the lows come rising up (oxymoronic?) when I can’t seem to break through, catch that one break. My life is not one that made headlines because of national crisis such as the Boston Marathon Bombing. I didn’t lose otherwise normal limbs while fighting for my Country. Am I making sense? I didn’t come of age in Social Media where Promposals to kids with Special Needs go viral or a child on the spectrum shoots multiple baskets to close out a final game of a season. I DO NOT begrudge these later generations of kids who have benefited from widespread inclusion. In fact, I’d like to think I helped pave the way. Perhaps I have been “of use” to quote John Irving’s Dr. Larch.

Depression can take deep hold of anyone. For those suffering, suicide can seem like the only way out. Others may see it as selfish. Feeling like a burden is not easy even as many will proclaim one isn’t. Once a person experiences that initial thought, sometimes from earliest memory, it’s impossible to entirely erase from one’s mindset.

Please have compassion for those who have left via their own actions. And if you can handle the truth, unlike those whom Jack Nicholson’s character claimed couldn’t, reach out to those who may be struggling. As I suggest to students during school presentations, when encouraging them to look after each other, wouldn’t you want someone to look after you? For those who are struggling, please try to let someone know you’re hurting, reach deep down inside to find the courage to reach out for assistance. If Jesus cried out to his Father with no shame attached, so may we cry out for help.

6 thoughts on “Full Disclosure: Thoughts on Depression & Suicide

  1. Geri, you are as truthful as the day is long. No phoney bologna here. You are a special kind of friend who has a heart bigger than self. Who was motivated to make something of her life. And you did. You mean very much to your Internet friends, real 3 D world friends and people you are to meet who don’t know it yet.

    God our creator had something special for you Geri to do. He knew your strengths and gave you the proper parents for that job. You have been daily fulfilling that duty.
    God bless you, my friend in your future endeavors. Juanita

    • Thank you, Juanita, for your very kind words. Perhaps kinder than I deserve. I get on these kicks when I’m ready to take on the world and then it seems a pin pricks all the air out of fast speeding brain. I need better time management as well as mood management. I still don’t think I’m living up to my full potential.

  2. Geri, You are very courageous for addressing this tough and personal topic. I know that many people will find comfort in you words and I pray for all who struggle with the challenges that have highlighted in this recent blog.
    God Bless
    Mike

  3. Wow, what a blast from the past. Very nice of you, Mike, to first read this scary to bare myself blog, and secondly, to leave such kind comments in response. I’m not sure at how well I handled myself growing up with all you kids. I really did prefer to laugh than to cry. I only wish I had allowed myself to show more of my sassy self during the toughest years …7th and 8th Grades. Speaking of 8th Grade, there’s another long ago essay I wrote about the Washington Trip. Mooch and a few others make guest appearances. I’m happy to send if you’d be interested in reading.
    Hope you and your family are well.
    God bless, Geri

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