Major Depressive Disorder adalah salah satu depresi klinis atau dalam artian lebih serius dari depresi biasa, seperti kehilangan orang terdekat atau karena penyakit. Seseorang dengan Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) akan mengalami penurunan kualitas hidup secara drastis (dan rusaknya hubungan dengan sekitarnya.

Sometimes the worst place you can be is in your own head

Sudah lumayan lama ya sejak saya update blog ini. Banyak banget factor yang bikin saya bahkan ga tau harus nulis apa di blog, mulai dari bisnis yang sedang kebut-kebutan, sekolah & activities Sammy yang lumayan demanding, lalu kepotong liburan dan ga ketinggalan urus rumah sendiri. Kebanyakan saya update keseharian saya di Instagram, dimana saya banyak mendapat support dari teman-teman virtual. Beberapa bulan terakhir ini saya sedang berjuang melawan depresi saya. Psikiater mendiagnosa saya dengan major depressive disorder.

This Point Made Me Realize : I NEED HELP

Cukup lama saya merasa ada yang salah dengan diri saya, seringnya saya cuma ngoceh.”saya stress”, tapi saya ga pernah ambil pusing. Things got worse saat kebiasaan ‘menghukum’ Sammy berubah menjadi ‘menyiksa’ Sammy. Dari yang awalnya saya hanya sentil, terakhir kali berakhir dengan saya lempar dan pukul kepalanya dengan tangan. Kalau saya lagi kerja dan Sammy nagging untuk ajak saya main/panggil-panggil saya bisa teriak-teriak karena stress. Kalau Sammy buat salah, saya baru puas kalo Sammy udah nangis-nangis dan mohon-mohon di kaki saya.

Yang lebih horror, setiap kali saya melakukan itu, saya ga sadar, atau bisa dibilang dalam keadaan trance. Saya baru sadar kalau ada yang tepuk saya atau nyadarin saya. Kadang lihat ulang CCTV baru sadar, tadi saya apain Sammy sih kok dia nangis?

Serem yah? Iya saya pun takut dengan diri saya sendiri sampai saya ga berani untuk dekat-dekat Sammy dan mulai menyalahkan diri sendiri, merasa kok Sammy kasihan banget dapet ibu seperti saya. Saya akan coba cerita ya, tapi dalam bahasa Inggris karena lebih mudah untuk saya cerita dalam bahasa Inggris.

My standard is way too high, they said. I value people with my standard. I easily get frustrated when things go out of my plans. Every little thing seems so wrong in my life that I get angry to myself why do I feel this way. I had difficulties falling asleep and I only sleep for 3-4 hours a day. I can be really annoyed over cleanliness or if I see a strand of hair on the floor. 5 minutes being late means I will cancel the plan, no excuse.

I can list down more symptoms that led me to a conclusion : there must be something wrong here and I need help. At this point, I am doing this for Sammy even though a lot of people tried to convince me that I am not depressed— I am fine, but deep down I know I need professional help.

Long story short, some close friends who know me well suggested me to visit a therapist. I am glad I did. She diagnosed me with mental illness named OCPD: obsessive compulsive personality disorder.

What Is OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder)?

A person with OCPD values: precision, order & perfection. Thus, I have never been one of those who say : don’t take it personally, let it go, why can’t you just chill. FYI, I am not either proud or ashamed about it. Her prognosis explains EVERYTHING that went wrong in my life. This is why normal people don’t understand me and neither do I.

Facing motherhood without me knowing I have a personality disorder to fix, leads me to a much worse state, which is depression. Constant judgements, no support system, a child with SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder), being a first time mom, left me with depressive thoughts of my life. ‘Why can’t I do it right?’

OCPD bukan OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy) from my psychologist didn’t really help since my bursting anger can harm Sammy, so she referred me to her colleague, a psychiatrist.

From the first meeting with him, I got a confirmation that I suffer from Major Depressive Disorder. According to him, depression doesn’t always portray sadness, cutting your wrists, gloomy mood, etc; it can also showing in the form of high-functioning person, in this case that’s me. I was at the point that I am not afraid to die, I want to disappear to somewhere where no one knows me. This also categorized as suicidal thoughts.

To be honest, I feel pathetic, worthless, idiot, nobody, numb. I’m tired of being tired. This kind of tired isn’t the one that can be solved by sleeping in. I hate to meet people since it means I have to pretend that I am fine. I wanted to get rid of this empty feeling but it just won’t go away. I hate to get up in the morning because it means I have to deal with my son being cranky and I will end up yelling-slapping him. I hate to work on my business but I have to earn my own penny just because getting money from my spouse feels like I am useless.

Depression episodes are real. I am currently having a rebound effect of my depression, because I cut down my anti-depressant pills dosage without my psychiatrist’s consent. This time around is worse than before. Lesson learned, DO NOT stop your medication without prior consultation with your psychiatrist. The side effects are nasty.

What’s Keeping Me to Tell Others?

There must be reasons why I keep everything to myself. Other than people comments that I am just being too sensitive, being ungrateful – the voices inside my head made me shut down.

– They have more important business to attend to rather than listening to my pathetic ramblings
– They have their own problems (who cares about this mentally ill person anyway)
– They must be thinking I am exaggerating my issues
– They must be thinking I am just being ungrateful and I should’ve prayed more
– They must be thinking I am so boring to talk about myself all the time
– They must be thinking I can’t look into the bright side
– They must be thinking I’m not fun to be around anymore

And those are all running in my mind (and somehow some of them are having similar thoughts like I do). Thus, I started to be quiet and withdraw myself from everyone. I’d like to keep conversation light and short. I’d avoid getting personal with people (sorry peeps, now you know the reason why). I shut myself down.

I used to think, ‘what have I done? When did I do wrong? Why is everything so wrong in my life? Why I don’t deserve to be loved and care for?’

Every day I feel like I’m in a 24/7 battle with my own mind, trying to keep myself alive and to be functional as a human being.

There were moments when I am relieved when I knew some friends have depressions too. Believe me, I am sad that they had it, but a little part of me feel glad knowing that I have a comrade, that I am not the only one, that someone who knows me could understand what I think, what I’ve been feeling. I hate that both of us can’t help each other, I wish I could be there for him. Because I know how devastating it feels to fight your mind while all you wanna do is to die.

People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. They are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to life. The bravest thing I have ever done is continuing to live when I wanted to die. I don’t slit on my wrists whatsoever, I’m not going to kill myself, but I wouldn’t mind dying. There were times when I was longing for someone to hug me and to tell me that I’m not as worthless as I think I am. But those times were long gone. Nowadays, I feel numb. I don’t have wish or goal to be inspired, I don’t even want to get up from bed if I am not forced.

Depression is when you don’t really care about anything. Anxiety is when you care too much about everything. And having both is just like hell.

Scary, huh? So next time you meet someone with depression, do not preach him/her about god. Do not tell them to be more grateful, to be happier, to see the bright side, to just let it go. They wanted to if they could, but sadly they couldn’t. People who are depressed is not weak-minded, they are sick.

It is an illness, not a choice.

What’s next?

I am prescribed with anti-depressant medication to consume everyday but I am also seeing my therapist twice a week to figure out the root cause of my depression. Also, with this combo of my psychiatrist and therapist, I have become a better everyday, not completely healed, but more chill.

Understand this. Trust me, I am not using my depression as an excuse, I’d give anything to function ‘normally’ on a day to day basis. This story is just a glimpse of my dark mind and those who suffer from depression. Wish me luck, Mommies!



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