Posts Tagged 'anxiety'

Is Anxiety Depression?

DoodleYesterday, in a brief article Anxiety vs. Depression at Psychology Today, psychiatrist Fredric Neuman tried to explain why psychiatrists often prescribe antidepressant medication even if the patient indicates that her main problem is anxiety or panic attacks rather than depression.

    He states that major depression can often have not a kind of sad feeling as its predominant symptom, but rather anxiety. According to him, when there are also other well-known symptoms such as interrupted sleep, loss of appetite and loss of sexual interest, this specific combination of symptoms can be clear enough for the psychiatrist to diagnose a case as depression: even when the patient would label herself primarily as suffering from waves of anxiety, not from depression.

Panic!    I suppose he may be right – but only, of course, in those cases where (a) this anxiety or panic does indeed come together with other main symptoms of depression, and (b) where this occurs not incidentally but frequently, throughout most days over an extended period.

    Brief as it is, Neuman’s interesting article leaves several important questions unanswered. Here are the two questions that came to my mind immediately:

1. Many people experience anxiety or sudden panic attacks once in while or even frequently. By itself, this may not necessarily be abnormal or an indication of illness; it can for example be caused by actual worries, or by a temporarily overactive self-protection mechanism. Can we be sure that psychiatrists will not jump too easily to the conclusion that such anxiety indicates an underlying depression?
    In other words, can we be sure that psychiatrists will not too easily prescribe antidepressant medication – with sometimes far-reaching and undesirable side effects – even in simple cases where in fact it might be better to just address this anxiety by itself?

2. Neuman does define “depression” but did not really define “anxiety”. So this raises the question what degree of anxiety a psychiatrist should consider bad enough to justify the prescription of antidepressant medication. I suppose this applies to anxiety that is so intense that the patient cannot function normally in daily life anymore. But will it also apply to intermittent feelings of anxiety that the patient merely finds unpleasant or disturbing? Where exactly do we draw the border line between serious anxiety and fairly “normal” anxiety?
    In other words, can we be sure that psychiatrists will not too easily prescribe antidepressant medication even in simple cases where in fact it might be better to explain to the patient that sometimes anxiety (just like grief) is not a kind of aberration but a natural feeling that we should accept as one of the many facets of life?

    Neuman is a qualified anxiety expert (at the Anxiety & Phobia Center of White Plains Hospital) so I hope he will soon give us a follow-up article with a little more of his views on anxiety in relation to depression.


 tip: In my own perhaps too simple view, the best short-term way to counter a frightening, paralyzing, irrational attack of anxiety is this.
    Seek out someone else who at that moment can be more rational than you. Do not yet start a talk about possible causes of your anxiety: for this will often just not work in your present panicky state. Instead, together with this other person try to do something, some kind of simple distracting activity.

• footnote: At the bottom of Neuman’s Psychology Today article is also a link to his personal blog, but due to a typo it will send you to an error page. Here is a link that works.


Sabre Tooth Fear

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FearFor some of us, depression comes with fear. A deeply-rooted, vague, undefined, continuous, horrifying feeling of fear. Your psychiatrist will probably label this as “depression-related anxiety”, but in fact it can be much worse than this bland term suggests.

    Such intense fear can lead to two primary, very basic kinds of reaction: either panic, the impulse to flee; or paralysis, the impulse to freeze.

Mushrooms    To take a closer look at this fear, first I want to take you for a walk in the woods. I like hiking through the forest – although sometimes I’m too lazy or too depressed to actually go out for that healthy walk. But a track in the woods offers so much to see and hear and smell and feel. An unexpected flower or mushroom, a bird tweeting high up, a sudden ray of light through the leaves, a shrub with a penetrating better-not-touch-me smell, a glimpse of was-that-a-squirrel? and the soft bouncy crunch of twigs and dead leaves under your feet. In comparison, a walk through open fields can seem more dull and monotonous.

    On the other hand, walking through an open field can make me feel somewhat more at ease, more relaxed, than walking through the woods. As a small human between all those huge imposing tree trunks, you cannot always see far ahead: in the woods I tend to feel a little more enclosed, a little more in danger of getting trapped somehow, or of losing my orientation, losing my way between all those trees.

    I think I recognize a bit of that enclosed feeling in some semi-abstract, minimalist drawings my daughter Sophie made for her gallery at deviantART. I like them very much, and not just because she’s my daughter. Here is number 4 from her series “Between the Trees”. Apart from the enclosure, note that the figure at the bottom may be some kind of dragon. One of those lurking threats that might make us afraid.

Between the Trees 4

Fear is an essential instrument of survival, and has always been. When looking over the edge of the Grand Canyon into the sheer depth, fear is what keeps you from taking unnecessary risks, from getting too dangerously close. Even though the park management was kind enough to provide us with a solid railing, there at the edge you may still feel some of that original fear.

Ape-And-HumanWe share this primordial, direct, instinctive mechanism of fear with most animals. On a basic level, we may say that it is not just us feeling such instinctive fear: in many cases, it is produced by a residual Ape that is still living on, deep down in the secret cellars of our brain.

What I mean to say here is that over the ages, this fear mechanism has become almost hard-wired inside our head. To get back to the woods: many thousands of years ago, in the Pleistocene when our primitive ancestors roamed the world, they had to share that world with dangerous creatures such as Sabre-Tooth Tigers. Our hunting ancestors had to be alert all the time, because a lethal Sabre-Tooth Tiger might lurk behind any tree, waiting for them.

    We all know that Sabre-Tooth Tigers have gone extinct about 10,000 years ago. But in a more general way, a remnant of our ancestor’s fears still lives on within us. On a sometimes irrational, mostly subconscious level. And I think that when I am wandering somewhere in the woods, surrounded by trees, unable to see right away what’s behind them, it may be a small residue of that ancient fear that still can make me slightly on my guard. On that subconscious level, we still don’t entirely rule out the possibility of some Sabre-Tooth Tiger jumping out at us.

Sabre Tooth Lurking?

    I am lucky, for I can say that for me such latent irrational fears are so slight that most of the time I don’t feel them at all. Sometimes, like when I’m out in the woods, there is indeed that small, vague hint of uneasiness – but often not even that, and it never really bothers me.

    For some of us however, depression will wake up that irrational, nervous Ape that as a leftover from ancient times lies dormant deep down in our head. For some of us, depression may trigger and amplify this kind of subconscious fears. At times it can make you feel terribly afraid, without a clear reason, without being able to point at what exactly it is you’re so afraid of. This can lead to two different kinds of depression behavior, depending from one of the two main reaction modes I mentioned above.
Thrashing About 
    Nervous depression: your subconscious fears make you panicky. Deep down you are haunted by the urge to fly, to run away. The fact that you don’t really know what it is you’re so afraid of, makes things only worse: for you have no idea how or in what direction you should actually run. Still, you feel the need to flee or else to defend yourself somehow. In your panic, you may start thrashing about like a trapped warrior: resulting in impulsive, wild, unfocused, destructive actions.

    The other reaction mode is lethargic depression: your subconscious fears paralyze you. You freeze like a Stone-Age hunter who, faced with a Sabre-Tooth Tiger, stands stock-still in the hope that when not moving at all, he will not be noticed by the tiger. You want to hide from the unknown source of your fear: you want to be invisible. This urge leaves you nearly incapable of doing anything anymore. Except, perhaps, going back to bed and pulling the blanket over your head. Unfortunately, even that will not work – your blanket is not Harry Potter’s Invisibility Cloak. You took your fear along underneath it.

Being Your Own TigerThe very worst kind of such depression-related fears is when, without fully realizing what it is that makes you so afraid, it actually is yourself you’re so afraid of. When in fact you’re afraid of a Sabre-Toothed Depression Tiger that roams through your own thoughts, wanting to end it all, wanting to kill you. In other words, when it is the threat of your own suicidal, self-destructive feelings that again and again fuels the flames of your fear.

    What to do? Every time you begin to feel so very afraid, when your daily environment begins to look like a dark forest full of lurking Sabre-Tooth Tigers, there are two things you can try (apart from seeking professional help, of course).

    One: try to do something. Watching TV, playing a game. If concentrating on simple visible things doesn’t help, you might try to go somewhere else for a few hours, until your panic or fear begins to fade a little. Find a different place nearby (for example the room of a friend) where you are welcome and where perhaps you can feel less surrounded by those trees and their menacing shadows.

    Two, and most important: don’t keep wandering alone through those woods. So if you are alone, and maybe even too afraid to go outside, phone a friend or someone else. Ask them to come along as soon as they can. Even if they can do little more than holding your hand for a while, this may help guide you back to a less acutely frightened state: to feeling a little more safe again.


 tip: If you weren’t so full of fear, you would see it makes no sense to keep fleeing or hiding from imaginary Sabre-Tooth Tigers (or to try frantically hitting at them).
    When you are overwhelmed by huge, vague, irrational, indeterminable but intense waves of fear, the best short-term thing you can do is to make sure someone will be there right there with you. To hold your hand. Phone someone: a friend, a neighbor. Just ask someone to come to you.
    For the longer term, keep in mind that such terrible waves of fear might return, and therefore seek professional help. A good psychiatrist should be able to help you to understand and to tame that primitive, irrational fear.


 

Dullish 3


Dullish

Our third interview with Dunstan Dullish, the innovating, highly experienced Adjunct Background Facilities Coordinator of the Dullville Hospital Psychiatric Department.
    In our first Dullish interview we learned about the Day Room, while in his second interview, he shared some Kitchen Secrets with us. What professional insights will he unveil this time?

 

NUMB food“Hi! You know, I’m getting used to these interviews! You really do a wonderful job telling people about my work here! Now first of all, do you remember that last time, I introduced you to our therapeutic concept of NUMB meals? Those unidentifiable meals where patients won’t get any clue about what it actually is they’re trying to eat? Well in the meantime, with full support of our management and marketing divisions, I’ve been able to develop NUMB into a regular product, complete with registered trademark. We’re already selling the concept to more hospitals than you’d care to know. It’s a tremendous success and I’m very, very proud to have a share in it. I refined and streamlined the whole thing, too: we can now use the very same basic recipe every time – for daily variation, we only need to mix a few color additives that give those same foodballs a slightly different look every day. Simply super. You really should give it a try; maybe later on I can still serve you the meal that you missed last time?”

    “Today I want to take you for a glimpse of the patients’ personal in-house environment, to show you how we’ve made that into a truly beneficial over-all experience where nothing has been left to chance. The basic principle is of course the same as with the Day Room I showed you before: no sterile hospital thing but something cozy, informal, natural, where patients can feel tranquil and completely at home. So what does this mean for their bedrooms? Take a look here. As you see, we leave it to the patient to actively create his-or-her own atmosphere. When we allot them a room, they get one that’s completely empty: we provide them with some amenities only when they feel they might need it.”

Hospital Room“What you see here is the room of a patient who arrived only a couple of days ago, so she’s still in the process of building her own informal environment. But as you see, she has already managed to leave quite a personal touch. And by doing so, she’s gradually re-discovering her own valuable identity: re-establishing the lost core of her own individual personality, so to speak. All by herself! Starting from nothing at all! Every time I see them achieve something like this, I’m deeply moved, I can tell you. Now you wonder why there’s hardly any furniture in here? That’s simply because she hasn’t had time yet to explore our Furniture Repository.”

    “The Furniture Repository is another unique feature of our Psychiatric Department. Volunteers from all over town, mainly garbage collectors, help us find all kinds of dumped furniture for free. Beds, closets, tables, chairs, you name it. We stack it all at our Repository at the back wall of our main building – yes unfortunately we don’t have a shed for it yet, but that’s in the works.”

Furniture Repository“Our patients are invited to go through the stack and borrow whatever they think would fit in their room, anything that can help them feel at home. Furnishing their own hospital room is of course also a stimulating, challenging activity in itself. And there’s more! If you want to shlep a heavy soggy armchair to your room, of course you need to ask some other patients for help, so it’s a great social stimulus as well! Once again, in fact we all benefit here: for from a budgetary point of view… But let me stress that as always, therapeutic considerations come first. Now let’s walk on to the lavatory arraignments, shall we?”

Bathroom“Same story here: I hope you’re not going to find this a bit, um, Dull… ha-ha. Again that familiar homely atmosphere where we offer as much activities as possible to the patients themselves. Toilets, wash basins, shower cabins, it’s all there for the patients, so we leave it to them to discover they still should regain some kind of responsibility of their own. Beginning to understand that cleaning themselves also means cleaning things themselves. Feeling just a tiny bit responsible again is one of the many small stepping stones of the long staircase up towards recovery. Absolutely. Works in wonderful ways. Yes you noticed? We also let them wash and dry their own clothes if they need to. All by hand, naturally: repeating some simple physical activity is just another great stepping stone in our therapeutic trajectory.”

    “How the patients feel about all this? Do you need to ask? I really get showered, ha-ha-ha, with deeply grateful testimonies! Occasionally I will ask a patient to write one for me explicitly, because they come in very handy when we’re applying for some extra funding from philanthropic societies and foundations. Here, just let me show you a sample:”

“That face? What do you mean, that face? Yes now listen to me, if we seek funding using this kind of thing, we need to show them some real bad patient, right? Don’t you understand? A happy carefree face doesn’t generate empathy. Wat does is the image of some needy, life-battered, desperate psychiatric patient whose sad, pitiable head is really crying out for some substantial funds to help cure her, OK? What do you mean, a face confirming nasty ancient depression stereotypes? Holy sh… how can you think that? We don’t think in clichés, no really we don’t, it’s just that when fundraising we need patients’ faces to look like that! Come on, use your lazy brain for a second, it’s obvious, I’m not going to defend myself here.”

    “Sigh… well that one I saw coming. What we do with that kind of funding. Sure. No problem. We develop and implement all kinds of what we call extra-therapeutic projects. Long-term endeavors aimed at further enriching the patients’ institutional experience, in ways that cannot always be realized within ordinary therapeutic settings. Example. Yes of course you want an example. Well look, my time’s running out for today’s interview, but I’ll give you just one striking example. Our unique and hugely successful Mice Project.”

Mice Project

“It all started with a generous gift from NAPSO, the National Association of Pet Shop Owners. Thanks to them, we were able to buy 137 live mice and set them free in the psychiatry building. We’ve got probably thousands of them by now, and they’re allowed to roam wherever they want. Didn’t you notice the mice scuttling about in our Day Room? Oh, afraid to ask about it, were you? Well it works exactly as we intended. And the nice thing of a project like this is of course that once it’s running – once they’re running, ha-ha – the project takes care of itself. We can keep it going forever without any further maintenance costs. But why? Pfff… I was already afraid you wouldn’t get it. Actually the therapeutic benefits are… well, huge. Immense. Even I, though I’d developed the theoretical base, had not expected such a success.”

    “To name just a few things, patients now develop a bond with nature, with cute tiny never-depressed active alert beings. They no longer feel alone in the universe, but part of larger scheme of living things. Some patients after a while even develop a real emotional bond with one special favorite mouse, and often this means that for the first time in years they manage to feel outward-bound feelings again. Furthermore, the sight of all those mice scurrying about happily contributes to a never-dull atmosphere of activity: something’s always happening in the background. This helps to prevent very depressed patients from falling asleep in their chairs. Also, other patients may sometimes try to chase some of the mice, just for fun: this provides people not just with a direly-needed moment of distraction and a shift-of-focus, but also with a little goal-oriented physical activity. Really, I could go on for hours telling you of the innumerable positive effects.”

Mouse Fright    “Ah yes. The people who are afraid of mice. I can tell you, for those patients who couple their depression or other psychical problems with some kind of phobia, our Mice Project works in even more positive ways. Due to the number of mice in our wards, a confrontation with them simply cannot be avoided. So after the initial phase of sheer panic or feeling afraid and repelled, this in fact confronts such patients with the actual roots of their irrational fears or repugnance. Because they cannot stay clear of the mice, in due course they are forced to come to terms with them – and thus, to re-orientate themselves and at the very least begin to accept and control their panic and fear. And the long-term exposure to our mice will gradually teach them that all their fears are actually unnecessary and unfounded.”

    “OK, I really have to go now, an urgent appointment you know. But still there’s so much more to tell you about. So next time, I’d like to introduce you to our Smoking Cell and Smokers’ Courtyard. Is that a deal? Fine. See you!”

This is part of a series of Dullish interviews.
For the other ones, see:

Dullish 1,
Dullish 2.


 

Alien World 1: Lost Pigeon

Last summer I sat at my table drinking coffee, when through the open door a pigeon came sailing in. Suddenly, it was there. A terrible scary noisy wild fluttering over my head, going round and round in the cramped space of the room. A few times it banged against the window glass. After a while it gave up and landed right before my nose on the table. It started randomly pecking about, apparently looking for food. Or was this a panic reaction? I grabbed my camera and shot a few photos:

Pigeon on the Table 1

    Having concluded that here was nothing to eat, the bird made a few more tentative steps and then stood still, quietly and thoughtfully contemplating its new surroundings. Small shaky head movements showed the intensity of looking around and taking in everything. For a moment I tried to see the strange, unusual, alien environment in the same way as this lost pigeon was seeing it. Trying to comprehend. A bluish bowl of walnuts that normally belong under a tree; a coffee can shaped like a giant egg…

Pigeon on the Table 1

    At times, a few times when very depressed, we are that pigeon. You are in your own room, but at the same time you are lost. Looking up from your hopeless thoughts, you suddenly seem to have landed in an alien place where you don’t belong, where you have been never before. Over there stands a chair but it doesn’t look like a chair: it’s a weirdly-shaped, harshly-colored obstacle standing there in its own right, brutally challenging you to guess what it is. Those sounds you hear – maybe you vaguely know it’s supposed to be music from a CD, but this is a random sequence of painfully loud cries and bongs and pings and pongs, with no beginning, no end, no order, screaming for what?

    The outlines of walls and windows and things are so edgy and straight it hurts your eyes. And for some unfathomable reason your senses got hooked in another dimension, they must be, since suddenly you smell that sweet scent of crumble-cookies, those never-ever seen-again yellow… yes your mother used to bake them when you were a child, and you hear the voice of that nextdoor bully chasing you from… now what is that big black thing over there?

    Good. Let’s step back for a moment and try to figure out what is happening at moments like this. Some kind of short circuit in your brain? Going crazy? Actually I think it is more a very primitive self-defense mechanism that jumps in when you are on the edge of self-destruction. A mechanism that changes your awareness and perception levels, a mechanism that starts pulling random rabbits from its hat, all just to protect you from yourself. A mechanism that not just sidelines what you were thinking before: it also deliberately tries to scare you, will make you afraid of no-matter-what, afraid of a chair or a coffee cup if it needs to. Why? Because being afraid is in fact safer than not being afraid anymore and doing what you were so destructively thinking about.

    But this is only part of the answer. There is more to this. Even after your worst panic or fear has subsided and you have regained some presence of mind, you may still be asking yourself: “What the **** am I doing here?” For a while this pointless question may keep lingering in your mind: a remainder of feeling lost in a world where you do not belong.

Portrait of Dora Maar by Pablo Picasso, ca. 1937    Can you remember moments of intense alienation? Moments when nothing around you made sense anymore? Maybe you can even remember a moment when your best friend, in the same room, who a moment ago sat talking to you, briefly looked like a pink jellyfish with huge alien eyes and a strange flapping beak making weird hoarse sounds.

    This is exactly how that pigeon must have seen me, when I tried to gently coach it back into the real world. Once I got it through the door opening, it immediately took wing and sailed away to its own horizon. And we?

    I want to say more about these moments of alienation. But not now – sorry, it’s been enough.


 tip: Sorry again. Thinking of the old Herman’s Hermits hit: “No milk tip today, my love has gone away.” Just for today.

Pink jellyfish footnote:
Portrait of Pablo Picasso’s girlfriend Dora Maar, ca. 1937.


 

Death Awareness 2: Our Days

Last time I mentioned the “fuzziness shield” that in normal perception leaves the actual limits of our lifespan a bit foggy. This is a useful mechanism. It protects people from worrying too much over the shortness of life and the inevitability of their own death. I also told how for depression patients this “fuzziness shield” often does not work anymore: depression often comes with a less fuzzy, more acute awareness of death awaiting us all. Such an awareness may be more realistic, but it is no blessing. For many of us, it brings a death fixation and death anxiety that can make depression only worse.

Broken glass covering the drawing by Kathe Kollwitz, Call of Death, 1934Unfortunately a broken “fuzziness shield” is difficult to repair. Once a more realistic death awareness has become part of our own usual mindset, it is almost impossible to undo. So maybe we should stop trying to fool ourselves by recreating some surrogate “fuzziness shield”. Maybe instead we should take our death awareness for what it is, but try to give that unpleasant condition a new and refreshing twist.

    Perhaps it would help a little bit if we, knowing our lifespan is limited, try to see it for once from a slightly different perspective. This is exactly what I want to suggest here. We are used to measuring our lifespan in years. Once every arbitrary 365 days, we have a birthday. Would it make a difference if we were to measure our lifespan in days? This may sound weird, but in my experience, it does indeed make some difference.

By way of experiment, ask some of your friends one of these questions:
  Can you guess how many days you have lived since your birth?
  Can you guess how many days go in an average person’s life?
  Then can you estimate roughly how many days you may have left?

Chances are they cannot quickly guess the answers. Or if they do, their guesses may be way off the mark. Instead of making a quick guess, most people will frown deeply and need to do some calculating before coming up with an answer. If you think about this, isn’t it strange that many people have no idea how many days go in a life? In their own life? This is probably due to their “fuzziness shield” working a little too well. Our days are numbered, everyone’s days are numbered, but maybe people prefer to not be aware of the numbers.

    If you do not mind, if your “fuzziness shield” is already broken anyway, then let’s do just that: take a brief look at the numbers. The average lifespan of people in the USA is 77.7 years. This means that on average (see footnote at bottom) our life does last about 28,000 days. In the simplified table below, you can check the average number of days left for someone of approximately your age:

OUR LIFE EXPECTANCY IN DAYS:
          Age                Days Lived           avg. Days Left 
0     0    28,360   
5     1,825    26,535   
10     3,650    24,710   
15     5,475    22,885   
20     7,300    21,060   
25     9,125    19,235   
30     10,950    17,410   
35     12,775    15,585   
40     14,600    13,760   
45     16,425    11,935   
50     18,250    10,110   
55     20,075    8,285   
60     21,900    6,460   
65     23,725    4,635   
70     25,550    2,810   
75     27,375    985   
77.7  28,360    0   


    For your depression or your death anxiety by itself, it will make little difference whether from your perspective you can expect roughly 30 more years, or roughly 11,000 more days. Whether you put it one way or the other, this will not change your awareness of life’s finiteness and death’s inevitability. Although for some people, somehow, 11,000 days may appear a little less frightening than 30 years: but this may just as well work the other way around. At least for myself, it makes no real difference.

A Calendar Counting Days    But it does make some difference on another level. Looking at your lifespan from the customary habitual perspective of years tends to obscure the value, the uniqueness, the once-in-a-lifetime preciousness of each individual day. When you look at your lifespan from the fresh and unusual perspective of days, this suddenly can make you realize better how your days are ticking away one-by-one: how every single one of all those numbered days is unique and precious in its own right. How each new day has its own unique number that will never return, so you will have to make the best of that unique day.

    Psychologically, this does a very nice trick: it makes you realize that in fact, every day may count as a birthday.

    For me, today happens to be day #22,051. In my entire life, there is only one day with this number, and that is today! Do you want to know for yourself, just for fun? Enter your birth date here at the OnlineConversion website, and they will calculate exactly how many days you already survived (yes, including extra days for leap years). ;-)


 tip: Once in a while remind yourself that on the big calendar of your life, each day has its own number. So each day counts, each day is unique and once-in-a-lifetime, each day is as special as a birthday. Make the best of it, because that unique day will never return!

Image of broken fuzziness footnote: The drawing behind the broken blue fuzziness glass is “Call of Death” by Kathe Kollwitz, 1934.
 
Table footnote: It should be clear that the average numbers in the table are indeed average: in reality, they will greatly vary. To keep things simple, many important factors have not been taken into account. To name some:
• Average life expectancy in many countries is much lower, sometimes up to 30 years lower, than in the US and Europe.
• Generally, women live longer and men live less long than the average age.
• If your health was robust enough to make it to the age of 70+, you may also live longer than the average age of 77 (so the average “days left” number given for 75-year-olds should in fact be a little higher).
• If you are a chronic depression patient, statistically you have a smaller chance to make it to the average age of 77.
• Etc.



 

Death Awareness 1: Anxiety

End of Road: Life Ends Here
Deep down we all know that our lifespan is limited: that some day we are going to die. But there is something strange about this human awareness of death. If we were to be continuously reminded of the blunt factual limits of our lifespan, this acute awareness of our inevitable death might hamper us in our daily activities. Therefore in daily life, most people tend to not think too often about it. We tend to forget. Even when looking at our life in a somewhat wider time perspective, we concentrate mostly on our recent years and the years we expect to come next. So in ordinary daily life, the perception of the concrete limits of our lifespan remains somewhat fuzzy. This fuzziness is a mechanism that helps to shield us from fear, indifference or desperation.

    When death creeps closer, keeping up that shield of fuzziness becomes more difficult. Very old people, or those with a fatal disease, are often more acutely aware of life’s limits. They need more urgently to find a way to come to terms with their own mortality. Concentrating on social activity (such as being a grandparent) or on religion (which may offer a less limited, less final perspective) can often help. But if fear gets the upper hand, the result is what psychologists and psychiatrists call “death anxiety”.

    When this happens to otherwise healthy adults who are not yet about to die, death anxiety is often seen as a kind of disorder, or as symptom of a disorder. It certainly can prevent people from functioning adequately, bringing about obsessive thoughts about death, nightmares, panic attacks etc. But if you think of it in a matter-of-fact way, such death anxiety is an understandable consequence of being acutely aware of your own expectable death. We might say that death anxiety is actually a natural reaction to having a less fuzzy, more realistic perception of your life’s limits.

    Research suggests a correlation between depression and death anxiety. Depressed people will more often have signs of death anxiety; people with death anxiety will more probably be depressive as well. For now I will skip the question of which causes what. I just want to make clear that when you are very depressed, the general mechanism of “fuzzy shielding” often appears to stop working. Depression often comes with a more realistic (and maybe in turn more depressing) lifespan awareness. Here are two pictures to summarize all the above:

Visualization of two different lifespan perceptions

    You might think that the combination of depression and death anxiety, implying great fear of death, might at least counteract any tendency to commit suicide. Unfortunately this is not true – on the contrary, in many cases it will only strengthen suicide thoughts. There are several reasons for this. To name two of them, death anxiety will in whatever way make “death” a more frequent, sometimes obsessively recurring topic in your mind: eventually you get so used to thinking about death that when searching for a solution for your problems, you will almost automatically think of the option “death” too. Also, death anxiety can by itself become such a fearful torment that it makes suicide seem even more attractive than before: if you know that you are going to die anyway, then why not save yourself from further anxiety torment and muster the courage to do it right now?

    If I were to tell you here that I have a solution, that I do know how to live with an acute awareness of the inevitability of death, that I know how to handle this most basic one of all fears, I would be lying. I myself have often enough considered suicide to know that, regardless what uplifting Smilies might happily try to tell you, there is no simple-and-easy solution. Should we try in some way to restore, regain the “fuzziness shield” that protects many people from death anxiety? Or should we try, as in counseling projects for the elderly and fatally ill, to concentrate on social activities or on religious beliefs that may lend some meaningfulness to the remaining days of our life? In what way can we prevent tomorrow’s death from destroying our life today?

    In essence, this will always remain a dilemma. The more we manage to appreciate and enjoy our life, the harder it will be to live with the blunt fact of death awaiting us. And the less we can tolerate and enjoy our life, the easier it will become to prefer death.

    Possibly a small-scale, partial solution can be found in learning to temporarily shift one’s concentration: shifting from your future death to this actual second, from dominating overall perspectives to the little touchable details of your immediate environment, from ghastly fearful emotions to the small signs-of-life from your own still-alive body.

    First, maybe in my post of tomorrow, I need to say a little more about this fuzziness thing.


 tip: No tip today. Or it might be just what I am saying now to myself: Why not shut off your computer? Try to do something! Go wash the dishes! Put clean sheets on your bed!


 


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Omar KhayyamMay 18, 1048 –
Birth date of the famous Persian genius (mathematician, astronomer, mystical philosopher, poet) Omar Khayyám.
   Here is a quatrain from his Rubáiyát, as translated in 1988 by Karim Emami:
 
It's early dawn, my love, open your eyes and arise,
Gently imbibing and playing the lyre;
For those who are here will not tarry long,
And those who are gone will not return.

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