Posts Tagged 'mindfulness'

Don’t Break Your Routines

Doodle

Broken RoutineAll over the Web, you’ll find people advising you to “break your routines”. It has become a kind of popular meme: it keeps cropping up on improve-yourself sites, and even buzzes around on Twitter. You want to be more creative? Happier? More productive? Change your life for the better? Well, this is offered as the simple answer: “Break your routines!”

    And you know what? In its vague generality, this wisdom is wrong as often as it is true. If you are suffering from depression, a general advice to “break your routines” can even be dangerous.

    Let me make a few simple points. But first, let’s define what a “routine” is.

    A routine is a regular habit that has become something you keep repeating almost automatically, without the need of making difficult decisions or giving it much thought.

    This has both advantages and disadvantages. A routine can be time- and energy-saving, and can help you to maintain a kind of supportive, structuring schedule. On the other hand, it can also become a dull, boring kind of rut, a mindless repetition that can keep you from doing or discovering something new.

    Those who indiscriminately preach the “break your routines” gospel seem to look mostly at the latter (the disadvantages of routines) while forgetting about the first (the advantages). Sometimes it looks like these people think every routine is bad by itself, just because it’s a routine. This is evidently not true.

My Points:

Broken Routine    Point 1: There are good routines (like taking a healthy walk every morning) and bad routines (like smoking a packet of cigarettes every day). Breaking a good routine may be unwise, while breaking a bad routine may be a good idea.

    Point 2: Obviously it is not wise to break some bad routine only to replace it by a worse routine, for example if you break a daily routine of smoking marijuana only to land in a new daily routine of using heroin. So we should always take into consideration exactly what activity, if any, will replace the broken routine.

    Point 3: No routine is all-bad or completely-good: every routine has its own disadvantages, but also its own rewards. This goes even for a bad routine like smoking. So when we are about to break a routine, we should always rationally weigh the cons against the pros: if missing the rewards will leave us in a much worse over-all situation than before, then breaking the routine makes little sense.

    Point 4: What is a good routine for one person in one situation, can be a bad routine for another person in another situation. For example, regular jogging may be a good routine for many of us, but it may be a bad one if you happen to have a heart condition.

    Point 5: A severe depression tends to break your routines anyway, without replacing them with other routines. This reduces your days to one gray amorphous shapeless mass (like, you stay in bed for most of the time, giving up on whatever used to be your daily routines).

    This last point is of course why, when your depression is bad enough to land you in a psychiatry ward, the staff will first of all try to re-establish some very basic routines with you. Simple daily things like taking a shower, eating a breakfast and so on.

Example

    Taken together, the above points mean that a general advice to “break your routines” makes little sense: there are too many things we need to consider first, for each particular case.

    Let me take an example from an online list, the “Ten ways to routinely break your routine” list. Many websites seem to have literally copied this same list from each other (see a random sample here). One of the general tips in this popular list is: “Avoid wasting time. Don’t watch television.”

Broken Routine    Well, this is a typical example of Point 4 above: a bad routine in one situation, can be a good routine in another situation. A routine of watching TV for some hours each day may be bad if you have the energy to do more demanding, more productive things. But watching TV can actually be a fairly good routine if you are suffering from severe depression.

    Depression usually brings concentration problems; when you are very depressed you may often lack the focus to read a book or play a game. Watching TV is a less demanding routine that (at least for a while) may distract you, shift your focus a little, make you forget your depressed mood for a moment. At least (here we have Point 2) it’s much better than the alternative of just sitting and brooding.

Don’t Break: Bend

    Of course this does not mean that we should leave every routine as it is. The “break your routines” people are right when they say that a routine can also become a dull, boring kind of rut, can keep you from doing or discovering new things. It can be good, very good, to discard an old routine and replace it with something else.

    But when you are very depressed, this is often asking too much from yourself. In a situation of depression, your first goal should rather be to keep your normal routines in place, to prevent depression from erasing them all, leaving you with nothing but a black hole.

    And your second goal should be to gradually bend your routines a little, not breaking them but bending them just enough to remind you that you’re alive, that it’s still you making the decisions, that new things still can happen.

    If one of the routines that help you to keep your depression at bay is watching TV, don’t abruptly break that routine. Just bend it a little. So if you routinely watch South Park or Simpsons cartoons for most of the time, try switching to a National Geographic documentary for a change. And if this doesn’t work, just switch back!

Bent Routine    Or if your weekend shopping routine includes walking the same route through the same supermarket picking up the same items almost on autopilot, bend that routine a little by trying another supermarket where you don’t know the exact location of everything. This asks for a little more energy and effort, but it also means that you’ll do your shopping routine in a more “mindful”, conscious way.


 summary: In a situation of deep depression, your main concern should not be to break your routines, but rather to maintain your routines. They can serve as part of the framework that (hopefully) keeps you going.
    In such a case, over-ambitious routine-breaking goals can leave you with a depressing void instead of new impulses.
    Of course variation is nice, as is doing things in a more conscious, “mindful” way. But in a depression, it’s safer to gradually bend existing routines, not trying to break them.


1000 Shades of Green

DoodleI guess this will show you again why a really good depression blog cannot exist. Why not? Because a good and intense depression piece should be written, obviously, by someone who is depressed himself. Herself. But if you are really depressed yourself, then you’re just not capable of writing a blog post. You’re too exhausted, demotivated, paralyzed, whatever.

    I suppose this is why I often feel irritated by those feel-good cheer-up depression self-help websites. They always look like they’ve been written by people who are not depressed themselves – who’ve never even been a little depressed: wise guys who in fact don’t have a clue.

Brick In Head    Well, to the point now. This weekend I was very depressed (still am) so I forced myself to take action. In the form of a long, healthy walk. Off I went! The only problem was, it didn’t work.

    On the road it was like I was shlepping along this heavy black depression stone inside my head. It didn’t go away. I kept walking, and walking, and walking, but I couldn’t get rid of it. You know, even proven good solutions won’t always work. Occasional failure is just a fact of life. Isn’t it?

    So I walked and walked and walked, putting one foot in front of the other, and again, and again, and tried to look around me. But everything I saw made me feel only more sad and hopeless and lost and lonely and failing.

    I passed one of the small lakes near my home. On a sunny weekend day there are often one or two people fishing, or swimming, or just sitting around. But this time there was no one at all. Just me. Like the rest of the world had agreed: this doomed depressed person is coming along, let’s get away!

    The lake itself, beautiful as it was, seemed to say to me: What the hell are you doing here? You don’t belong! You have no right to be here! You’re spoiling and contaminating everything with your ugly, poisonous mood!

    And of course, this you saw coming, I also began to feel guilty: guilty because I didn’t enjoy the beauty of nature like I was supposed to…

    I tried to fight back by pulling out my phone and taking a few photos. Here is one of them. But even while taking this photo I was thinking: maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to wade in and drown myself right there in the middle, where it’s cold and dark and deep. Just a few moments, and all will be over.

Lake

Then I reminded myself of all the sensible advices I had put online myself. Come on! What had I recommended others in my post about Mindful Walking? Right! When walking, find some way to really concentrate on your immediate environment! Full concentration will help to chase your depression away!

    So in an impulse, I decided to focus on the colors around me. And to help me stay focused, I would use my phone camera to take a picture of every specific color I would encounter for the rest of my walk. And I would try to name each color.

    So that’s what I did. Let me tell you right away that although this did help a little, it didn’t really chase my depression away. Maybe I was simply feeling too bad for that. But I kept photographing colors, all the way home, and at least this assignment kept me going. Here are a few of the photos:

White?White?

Yellow?Yellow?

Magenta?Magenta?

Brown?Brown?

Cyan?Cyan?

Purple?Purple?

White & Yellow?White & Yellow?

Blue?Blue?

When after nearly three hours I got back home, I was exhausted. Yes I know a good walk can be invigorating. But not this time. This time, even while trying to walk home in a focused way, looking for colors, making pictures, I’d lost my fight.

    Well, like I said: occasional failure is just a fact of life. Besides, there just is no anti-depression strategy that always works. That’s how you can tell if someone is a quack: if they tell you they have the ultimate anti-depression solution that always works, guaranteed, then you know for sure this is a charlatan who should not be trusted.

    This morning when I flipped through yesterday’s photos, I suddenly realized there was one color I had not explicitly named, and therefore not intentionally photographed – the one self-evident color, the one that was dominant in all photos: green.

    In fact, what I had shot was mainly green (with a few stray patches of other colors). Green, green, green. All pictures, all green. And not one kind of green: no, a thousand different shades of green.

    Apparently, during my depressed walk I had been not focused enough, still not really observing my environment. I had taken this green background of everything for granted, not really noticing it in my crazy quest for other colors, and not at all noticing the many different shades of green.

    Is this some kind of lesson? I don’t know. Make it one, if you want to. You’re welcome.

 

Because I’ve got so little to give you today, I will let someone else do the work: Tom Waits. The wonderful, unique, inimitable singer Tom Waits. Here is a link to his website. And as an example from his 2004 album Real Gone, here is the fitting song Green Grass.

    Green Grass is a brilliant song (in my view, at least) but not a happy song. It is supposed to be a voice from beneath the green grass, talking to a loved one who came to visit the grave. Waits was most likely thinking of an actual grave. But the song might also be interpreted as symbolic: voicing not death but depression as a kind of grave that separates us from those who used to love us.

    One of the things that Waits suggests in this song is that in due time we will all become a tree, or the green grass that others, above ground, will still be able to touch. Is this supposed to be some kind of comfort? Again, I don’t know. Maybe, in some way, it is.

Tom Waits


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 tip: I don’t feel in the position to give you tips this time. Well, maybe this one: don’t feel guilty for not feeling happy. For that will only make matters worse. Happiness is not some kind of missed obligation.

• footnote: The “Stone-In-Head” picture shows an ancient Maya (Copán) head from the British Museum collection. I admit I inserted the brick myself.


Open Your Eyes

DoodleHere is a photo that registers one single of the 58.000 seconds I happened to be awake yesterday. Luckily, we don’t need to document all of our seconds.

    Shortly before sunset, I had gone for a brief aimless walk. Feeling a bit tired, I lay down on a just-mowed slope and closed my eyes for a minute, almost (but not really) drifting away in a nap. The second when I lifted my head and opened my eyes again, the outside world struck me full force.

    Before getting on my feet, I fumbled for my phone and tried to shoot exactly what hit me that one special second when I opened my eyes. So the photo shows the same, from the same skewed position – just a few seconds later.

    Nothing special here. A distant view, a single past-bloom flower that had survived the other day’s mowing, and the handle of my old wooden walking stick. Mainly, it shows grass:

I will not remember this one second because I took a photo of it. It’s the other way around. I took that photo because I knew this was a memorable second. And why? Because this was one of those seconds when I opened my eyes.

    For a second, I really saw everything. If you don’t understand what I mean, please click the photo for a larger, clearer sample.

What did I learn from this single second?

    We normally take in our surroundings through a kind of filter, a filter of habit. Depression can work like a similar filter, but more strongly. It will often put some kind of misty barrier (metaphorically speaking) between you and the actual, physical world that surrounds you.

    Now maybe closing your eyes for a minute and then suddenly opening them again, can work as a simple, primitive technique to break that barrier. In that first sudden second of seeing again, your habitual filter can be taken by surprise. For a second, you see things clearly again – unfiltered: you see what you see.

    I think this can help. Sometimes. Consider it a brief instantaneous moment of “mindfulness” (full concentration on your immediate environment) that’s thrown into your lap for free. Without the need for exercise or meditation.

    I don’t know if this will work always or for everyone, everywhere. It may not work in a very familiar environment such as your own living room, where habitual associations may filter immediately what you see. Maybe it also will not work in an environment with a lot of moving distractions, such as in a busy street where your focus may be redirected instantly to specific moving objects.

But perhaps this is still worth a try? Just closing your eyes and after a brief while suddenly opening them again?

    If you are lucky, what you see that first second will hit your mind full force, unfiltered. For a second, you’ll be reminded of the fact again that you’re alive: that you’re right here and now. This reminder, however brief itself, will stay with you for the next few hours: it can be valuable and helpful.


 tip: Just experiment with this a few times. Try it with at least something nearby in your field of vision (grass, or the rough paint on a wall, or even just your computer keyboard). Now close your eyes for a minute, allow your mind to drift away a little, and then suddenly open your eyes again.

Of course you’re free to think this is just nonsense. I myself don’t think it is.


Appointment With Yourself

DoodleTime for a modest practical tip. One that I’m fairly sure can be helpful (a little) to many of us.

    I suppose you’re painfully aware that depression tends to reduce your life to a kind of dull treadmill, where every day is gray and diffuse, shapeless, resembling the previous day and the next. To regain your sense of time and your awareness of life, you would need to do something new: to break out of the confines of your seemingly endless depression by provoking some kind of change in your almost mindless routines. You would need to escape from your somber brooding passiveness by concentrating (if only for a few moments) on something else. Actively.

Appointment With YourselfThis, of course, is easier said than done.

    One of the most effective strategies here is to make a daily or weekly appointment with yourself. A strict and binding appointment: one that you formally mark some time for in your schedule at least once a week. For example, reserve every Saturday afternoon from three to four o’clock for that appointment, and then really try to keep it.

    What do I mean with an “appointment with yourself”? Simply that at the set time, you try to do something new, something different, or just something you haven’t done for a long time. This can be any simple thing that is a little outside your ordinary routine: taking a walk and trying to identify some of the flowers on the roadside, or making a drawing with your old crayon set, or going to a bookshop and buying something to read, or preparing (and eating) a tuna salad, or listening to the weird music from a radio station you never tried before, or having a cup of coffee with a long-time-no-see friend, or watching a cricket match on TV and trying to understand the rules of that curious game, or digging up your dusty old high school guitar and find out if you still have some music in your fingers… Whatever.

    At the time of your appointment, just concentrate to think of something new to do: often, something will come to your mind. If not, then just go somewhere: to keep your appointment, simply walk out of your front door and away from your home. In that case, concentrating on your environment (on what you actually see around you, instead of what was going on inside your head) will already be enough to do the trick.

Really Observing The SidewalkSo what is the trick here? It doesn’t matter at all whether your temporary activity turns out to be a failure or a success; the mere fact that you tried to do something different will be enough. It will reward you with a feeling of being a little a more alive again. A little less numbed by your depression.

    This also means that it won’t matter what exactly you try to do or see or experience: as long as this is something that you might not have tried to do ordinarily. Something that you wouldn’t have done on the mindless autopilot of your depression.

    The single most important thing here is that you should treat this appointment-with-yourself as a real appointment: in exactly the same way as if it were an important appointment with someone else – an appointment that you’re obliged to keep. Consider (and schedule) it like something of the very same importance as the weekly appointment with your psychiatrist. An appointment you’re not allowed to miss.

Appointment With Yourself: ExampleIn fact, I’m convinced that you may soon find that keeping such appointments with yourself can be even more important, more effective, can give you more immediate short-term results, than any regular visits to a therapist. By which of course I don’t mean that the latter are useless; it’s just that such visits work in a different way and in a more long-term perspective.

    Well, what keeps you from giving this a try? Just pick up your notebook and schedule yourself!

 

– As your musical bonus today, of course I looked for something new: meaning something you may have never heard before. Consider listening to it your first appointment-with-yourself! Here is Medusa (the women’s choir my daughter Sophie is singing in) with Robert Applebaum’s version of Ani ma’amin from their 2011 live CD Dayeinu.

    Naturally I like to promote them. So here is a link to the Medusa website (not in English, I’m sorry to tell you). Tickets for their next concert (June 15 in the Pieterskerk, Utrecht, Netherlands) can be ordered online here.

Medusa Choir


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 summary: Make a regular appointment with yourself, for at least one hour once a week (at a fixed day and time) to do something out of the ordinary. Schedule them as you would any other appointments.
    Then force yourself, however depressed you may feel, to really keep those appointments.


Depression and Deja Vu

DoodleThere is a flood of depression-related info online, but still there are fairly common aspects of depression that only rarely get attention. One of those underexposed things is how (in some of us) depression can occasionally trigger a stream of confusing, unsettling Deja Vu experiences.

    You don’t need to be depressed to get an incidental Deja Vu; everyone can have it once in a while. It may be a weird experience, but by itself it is not abnormal. Depression however sometimes seems to generate several such experiences in a row, within a short time. Let’s take a look into this.

Emile Boirac    To begin with, what exactly is a Deja Vu? In French, “Déjà Vu” means “already seen” or “seen before”.

    The term was first used by the French researcher Émile Boirac in 1876 in the magazine Revue Philosophique, and came back more prominently in his 1918 book L’Avenir des Sciences Psychiques, or The Future of Psychology. That book is now of course completely outdated, but if you’re interested: the full English version (with a wrongly translated title) can be downloaded as a free E-book from Archive.org.

    Basically, a Deja Vu is when a specific sight, sound, taste or smell suddenly evokes a vivid recollection of something you’ve experienced before: a memory that at the same time you know cannot be true, because you’ve not really experienced that thing before. You seem to remember quite clearly having been somewhere before, having done or said or felt something before, even though on a rational level you know this just cannot be right.

Deja VuMy old Facebook friend Sigmund Freud theorized a hundred years ago that such events might be caused by repressed desires or traumatic memories that people could no longer access as regular memory. He called it “paramnesia”. Modern psychiatrists are more inclined to think it has to do with some abnormal reaction in our parahippocampal gyrus: a part of our brain’s medial temporal lobe that appears to regulate what we feel as familiar and what we don’t.

    Let me tell you about the Deja Vu stream I had a few days ago. I was sitting in a rather depressed state at my table when Deja Vus began to appear, one after another. I had some music on the radio and suddenly I recognized the song: I knew I knew it, had heard it before, and I even got back the same slightly sad feeling I’d had the first time when I heard it, long ago. It took a short while before I realized that this was a new song: one that I could never have heard in the past.

    A waft of scent came in from the garden through the open window and suddenly reminded me of an elaborate dinner I once had: it was this grassy, aromatic thyme-or-oregano smell of when I sat with formally dressed strangers at a grand white-draped table with large bowls of high cuisine food. Something I never did, I can tell you.

Never Been There    A few minutes later, the wooden top of my table made me suddenly recall again how I once stood in a museum-like chamber, in some English country house perhaps, where all the walls had been completely paneled from top to bottom with this very same brown kind of wood. A place where I’d never actually been. More such involuntary associations kept coming for about twenty, thirty minutes. Then it stopped.

    Not everyone who has serious depressions will get such Deja Vu moments in a row, but I know from others that similar experiences are not uncommon.

I have two theories about the relation between depression and Deja Vus.

    A first one has to do with the fact that research has established that Deja Vu experiences occur significantly more often among people with temporal lobe epilepsy. They often get them right before a seizure.

ECT StuffThis had me thinking: could it have something to do with damage caused by ECT, electroshock treatments? After all, ECT does induce epileptic fits – that’s how it works, actually. I myself never had any form of spontaneous epilepsy, but (like more serious depression patients) I did get many ECT treatments in the past. Would people who’ve had ECT treatments perhaps be much more susceptible to Deja Vu experiences? Unfortunately, as far as I know, no psychiatrist has ever researched this possible connection.

    My second theory is about a direct relation between depression and Deja Vus. It has to do with the “broken filtering” mechanism that I’ve discussed here before (see my post Broken Filtering, over a year ago).

    What is this filtering? A kind of pre-selection that normally, for everyone, is provided by our brain on an unconscious level. In real life, thousands of little things happen every minute all around us. Pre-filtering ensures that we’re not continuously and completely overwhelmed by a deluge of sensory events and impressions: only a selected, limited amount of them is allowed to enter our brain on a more conscious level.

    In many of us, depression tends to break this filtering. This can go either way. Filtering can run out of control and become much too strong: we will start feeling very numb. Even important “outside events” will no longer enter our brain. We just sit apathetic, our head feeling like it’s filled with wool, without noticing what’s going on around us anymore.

    Or, the other way around, due to depression our filtering can become much too weak: with the result we’re getting overwhelmed by more (and more intense) sensory experiences than we’re able to handle.

Feeling Overwhelmed    It’s the latter situation that may be important here. You probably know this effect of depression, where filtering doesn’t seem to work properly anymore. You open your curtains when you get up and the light hurts your eyes; normal household sounds begin to come in like an ongoing cacophony of pistol shots so unbearably loud you’re getting a headache and feel like driven to madness; simply touching the fabric of your couch with your hand already feels crude and painful; and so on.

    Perhaps in such a situation, Deja Vus work as a kind of surrogate filtering mechanism: some kind of last line of self-defense by your overwhelmed brain. By randomly converting a few of all those incoming sights, sounds, tastes, smells into fake memories, they get redirected and you get a little refocused. From the meaningless cacophony all around you, in this way the brain reconstructs some arbitrary new meaning for you: a memory – even though it is a false memory – that you can temporarily focus on.

    Maybe this is what such Deja Vus really are: small limited moments of confusion that actually help to prevent or at least to contain the utter, more complete, meaningless, overwhelming confusion.

    You can take my theories for what they are: just some wild guesses. In the meantime I do think it’s a pity that psychiatrists have never bothered to really research the relation between serious depression and frequent Deja Vu occurrences. Hopefully they will get to it, some time.


 tip: Getting several Deja Vu experiences in a row can be unsettling. But it does not mean you’re going mad. Maybe it’s just a normal, perhaps even sensible reaction of your brain that helps you contain your general, depression-induced confusion.
    If you find your Deja Vus disturbing, or if they don’t stop after a while, what will help is – as so often – concentration: using a little bit of the Mindful approach. Try to concentrate fully on your own body or on one simple thing that is happening right before your eyes, and the Deja Vus will go away.

• note: A good, readable seven-page introductory article on Deja Vus in general can be found at the HowStuffWorks site: How Déjà Vu Works. Written by Lee Ann Obringer, it covers the different kinds of Deja Vu, a little of the existing research, and some of the theories I had to leave out here. However, it does not go into the possible relations between depression and Deja Vus.


 

The Counting Strategy

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Counting strategy? Yes. When depression threatens to take hold of you, counting things can be a really effective strategy. But before I get to that, let's pay tribute to Count Count.

Count Count    Many of us will recognize the Count from his many guest appearances in the funny and educational Sesame Street children’s TV series, where he helps our little ones to master the fine art of counting. Despite his Dracula looks, the Count comes across as a well-meaning and helpful character. Young children love him. He looks just scary enough to be fascinating.

    Only a few insiders know that his full name is Dr. Sigmund von Count, and that in daily life he works as a renowned psychiatrist in Austria. Depressed patients flock to his offices at the Sesammerstraße in Vienna, where on his couch they can benefit from the Count Therapy that was first developed by him in the 1970s. His therapy is not an analytic but a behavioral one that is entirely based on… counting.

Counting BatsIn Sesame Street, he just plays the role of a slightly autistic and therefore pleasantly predictable person who is a compulsive counter. The Count always has this urge to count everything: counting will keep him happy. He goes to extremes I wouldn’t recommend actually, even trying to count his own feelings: see this great YouTube video clip.

Now my own contribution (with thanks to the Count).

    Depression often puts us on autopilot. Meaning that we get stuck in a hazy kind of cycle where both actions and thoughts are not consciously under our control anymore, where everything just seem to happen to us in an automatic, inevitable way.

Meditation    The latest therapeutic trend here is Mindfulness training. This will teach you how to switch off that depressing autopilot. Using techniques borrowed from Buddhist meditation practice (applied here in a non-religious way) it can make us more aware of our own body and mind again. It can help to regain the direct intensity of basic bodily sensations, and to clear away the mess in your head.

    But… although learning to actually meditate in this Mindfulness way may help some of us, this kind of thing can be just a bridge too far for others. So what I want to show here, is how simple counting can serve as a poor man’s alternative to meditation. An alternative that may be crude, but sometimes will work.

    It is easy to fall into the trap of an autopilot effect, the loss of active control. Sometimes the cause is not depression itself, but simply forgetting to properly shift your focus between different activities. A classic case: that coffee mug next to your computer screen. You’re staring at this great site, pick up the mug to take another gulp, and only then you notice it’s empty. You had already drank it all without noticing, in a barely conscious, not-concentrated way.

    So how to make drinking your coffee – tasting it, swallowing it – a conscious experience again? I bet you don’t even know how many gulps it takes to empty your mug. Now try counting them. This may be less easy than you thought: your coffee-drinking movements may have degenerated into such a mechanical habit that before you know, your autopilot takes over and you forget keeping count.

Focused On The CoffeeBut eventually, you will make it all the way from a full mug to the bottom: counting. And this forces you to better concentrate on your coffee-drinking activity. In fact because you have to count them, you’ll now better (more intensely) taste each gulp of coffee. You’re now back to drinking your coffee in a conscious way. Instead of your autopilot, you are now the master of this activity again. I admit the woman in this picture is overdoing it, but you got my point.

    As a second important effect, this new way of drinking coffee will help to clear your mind a little: at least for a few minutes, you’ll be focused more on every swallow, than on the depression occupying your mind. In this respect, even the hottest coffee can now be refreshing!

    Case two, one that most of us know very well. You’re tired. Maybe exhausted after a terrible day. You go to bed, pull up the blankets and switch off the light. Under cover of the night’s darkness, now suddenly the full weight of your depression drops down on you. Waves of desperation and anxiety begin to keep you awake. Restless, you move from your left to your right side, and back again. Your anxiety begins to feel like panic. What to do? Get up to find a sleeping pill?

Breathing In Bed    Instead of getting up, try counting your breaths, each time you inhale. Think of a goal (making 200 or so) and start counting. Of course you don’t need to count aloud. I can predict right now that the nasty depression beast in your brain will not like this. The beast will tell you to give up this ridiculous nonsense, will try to interfere and distract, will try to force its own negative thoughts onto you. But do go on. Keep stubbornly counting, every single intake of air. 63… 64… 65… Yes, the beast will protest this is boring and dull. Still, keep going.

    After a few minutes, you’ll already notice how this simple act of counting makes your breathing rhythm much more relaxed and regular. You’re now focusing on your breathing, and less on your depressed thoughts. By the time you actually make the goal you set for yourself (those 200) without missing a breath, you’ll not just feel some satisfaction for having made it. More important, you’ll find that your panic and anxiety have been reduced: that by breathing more evenly you’ve also become more calm yourself.

    At this point your depression beast may perhaps try to make a new onslaught. Well, why not begin a new run of counting your breaths? When you go on counting a little longer, this may even calm down you so much that next morning you’ll realize you’ve drifted away into sleep while counting your breaths. Without taking that numbing pill.

    The counting strategy can work in nearly all situations. Just focus on some repetitive element (gulps, breaths, the swipes you are making with your vacuum cleaner, whatever) and start counting them. This really can help in, forgive me the pun, countless cases. You can easily think this up for yourself, and easily put it into practice. Just one more example:

Steps CounterYou know walking is good for you, so you’re taking a lone walk. On a street, a country road, a forest trail, a beach. But while walking, you may happen to gradually lose your focus on yourself and your environment. You may start brooding. Negative thoughts and feelings begin to encroach on you, depression taking over while you keep walking on in an ever more mechanical way. This autopilot thing, you know… Feeling more and more depressed, you may even start asking yourself: why am I doing this? Why am I still walking here? What’s the point of all this? Meanwhile, you forget where you are.

    This is the right moment to remember the counting strategy. Identify some faraway object – a pole, a house, a hilltop, a tree, a bend in the road, a dune. Simply start counting your steps and keep doing it, without missing a step, until you’ve reached your goal. I can assure you: often this works very well. Soon, you’ll be less occupied by the depressing thoughts that had begun to cycle around aimlessly through your mind, and much better focused on the actual experience of walking again.

    To jump to a conclusion: in many different situations we can really use counting as an improvised, viable antidepression strategy. If you’ve never given this a try, you really should.


 tip: Whatever you are trying to do, you can always just start simply counting some physical, repetitive element. Often, this can work as a primitive form of meditation.
    Counting can help you to clear obsessive thoughts from your mind, and to refocus on what you’re actually doing.


 


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Today In History:

Ethel du PontMay 25, 1965 –
Ethel du Pont (49, former wife of President Roosevelt's son Franklin Delano Roosevelt Jr.) hangs herself in her bathroom with the belt of her dressing gown. She had mentioned suicide several times before and was “under psychiatric care” for her depressions.
   In the 1930s, as a wealthy heiress from the Du Pont family, she had been a well-known socialite. In 1937 her marriage with the President's son had been a major event, with the couple being featured on the cover of Time Magazine. After their divorce in 1949 she had married lawyer Benjamin Warren.
   Following Ethel's suicide, the rich Du Pont family established the Harvard Medical School Ethel du Pont-Warren Fellowship Award to specifically support psychiatric research.

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