... find nighttime to be the hardest? Feels like all the day's worries come crashing in, and for me, they lend themselves to the next day's continuing black hole of depression. And as that hole grows larger, it seems ever-less possible that I'm going to climb out and find the light.
Ironic that I sit here, typing this ramble, in the middle of the night and amidst a fluctuating internet connection - it's as though even my wifi doesn't want me to vent anything out. But I figure that as long as I'm stuck awake and turning thoughts over endlessly in my head, I might as well communicate to someone, anyone, while I'm doing so.
Today was a day of regret over the loss of times past. Memories are cherished, but they don't fill the void I feel inside. Some of them are so vivid, and others, not so much. I don't know why (or how) my brain decides that certain images of past happiness are more important to highlight in my thoughts than others. I know that plenty of people far smarter than myself could explain this to me.
I learned recently to hold my fondest memories closely, because they can be gone in an instant. I know about memory loss, but I haven't - and really still don't - understand it. I underwent ECT recently - I think I had nine treatments before I called it quits. Since then, there are just entire swaths of time, in my brain, that are blank. Gone. I can't remember an entire week-long vacation I recently took with my family. They tell me about it, but I can't remember being in those moments. Seeing photos of it helps, for sure, but I can't take myself back there like I could before. That feels like a real loss to me. I mean, it IS a real loss. Doc says it may be months before those memories fill themselves back in, if they are going to, at all. I know some people find awesome success with ECT, but for me it was a nightmare.
Maybe my brain benefitted in some way from those induced seizures, but at the cost of losing parts of who I am - my personhood. I don't think that's a price I'd be willing to pay, looking back with the benefit of hindsight.
If anyone else has experience with ECT for treating MDD I'd love to know how yours went, if you're up for sharing.
For what it's worth, and on the bright side, Esketamine was actually very helpful and a lot of fun.
Hoping everyone has a restful evening and night,
-B