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How to not self-boycott my mind

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It’s been a year without a therapist that can guide me through difficult moments, and remind me the good mental practices during the difficult moments. I am in the process of finding a therapist, one who speaks English and that I can afford. It’s a longer process than I thought. In the meantime, I do have the tools to detect red alerts when they are coming. And this is a red alert time for me.

My final attempt at passing Principes du Vol (branch 080) is coming up, 13 November, with pre-exams this morning. The self-boycott phase started weeks ago, and I must stop it. Since my last post, when I was already complaining about failing the exam and things going bad from now on, a few good things have happened, which I need to remind myself of. To counterbalance the bad thoughts that want to drag me down with them.

Good thing happened: I traveled to Asia for work, and I discovered two new cities in countries I had never been to. Since I love to travel, this is positive. Another great thing is that we managed to finalise the biggest deal at work, it had to happen before 31 October, and signatures have been digitally initiated yesterday. This is big, and I should not dismiss it as an easy accomplishment, cause it was not (it took almost a year).

See, my mind works in a way that one negative though feeds on another one to justify itself. It’s what my old therapist used to describe with “fascination for dissatisfaction”. My mind (like my mom’s) scans very fast through all the thoughts that could be negative in my mind, and binds them all up like grapes; this way the little negative thoughts become an army of negativity, which then justifies my miserable self. Ah…… great tactic! I should tell Macchiavelli about this one!

These days I am seeing a pattern going on that fuels this grape-like construction. My brain is finding a way to justify my failing at flying. If I fail 080 this fourth time, I have to repeat the whole theory, about 9 exams I already passed. There is no way I am going to do that. The thing is, I am not sure I’ll pass, I am studying a lot, a lot more than for other branches, but there are always questions in the multiple choice tests that I can’t answer correctly. This is a subject that I find difficult to digest. The whole aerodynamic laws, the lift and drag, the Bernoulli principle, air flux, Newton, Archimede. The whole lot. I am intelligent, but I am not a scientific mind, I am more into feeling and intuition, talking and speaking to a public, making podcasts and listen to people’s stories. When it gets to formulas, I go with intuition rather than with calculation.

So, here’s what I have been thinking these days: if I fail it will be bad for me, company is paying for the lessons, it is important for my job, if I fail I won’t be continuing the pilot licence, I will not become a pilot, if I fail at negotiating my salary with HR next week it will add to the failure of the PPL, plus I find the whole electrical subject difficult, and that’s my line of work, all of the eggs I put in this basket will fail all at once, and I will be miserable again, I have no partner, I can’t find true love, winter is here, days are dark and cold, less sunshine, what if my parents die this year or next, I will be weak for all this to endure. Etc etc. That’s my self-boycott process. Result: I get in a really bad mood, I wake up in the middle of the night, my heart burns. No advancement there.

So, I say it here, with the diary as my witness: I will endeavor to chase away all negative thoughts that want to grape up in me in the next weeks to come. I will be strong and will rely on my intelligent self to see the strong woman and not fuel the weak one that wants to come out (I mean, I have thoughts of being homeless again! can you imagine?). This is a difficult time of the year, where weather and season put a layer on top of the regular thoughts. But as that woman said in her video, the world is neutral. We tone it positive or negative with our own thoughts. So, stop being negative. I will pass the exam and will continue the PPL.

There’s no way I am going to fail my flight license.

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Yesterday I was very down, I failed for the third time the theoretical exam “Flight Principles”. The morning had started badly with a nasty call at work. Bad mood set right there at 9am. My exam was at 13h15. I didn’t feel it, despite I prepared. The thing is that I prepared based on the QPPL app questions. But the Office Fédéral de l’Aviation Civile puts other questions out. For the third time I made one mistake too much. You are supposed to pass 75%, which is 9 questions out of 12. I made 4 mistakes. Till the last moment I had the fourth question right. It was the section of a body that makes the resistance in an air flow, not the surface. I had clicked on “section” and then the doubt came. I switched to “surface”. For one wrong click I have the stress of having to pass my last chance, if I fail the fourth time, I have to redo the whole theory (13 exams). No chance I’ll do that.

The negative thoughts are so good at piling up. One negative thought is enough to fuel all others. In my head right now, I have this: a pile of negative thoughts, a scenario of a black future: no more ideal job, no more flight lessons, winter coming, no more sex friend…. Pile on pile on pile.

The good thoughts are being stacked elsewhere, where it doesn’t matter. I received the Swiss citizenship, I am flying to Japan and Korean this week, I will give two speeches at a Japanese conference, I am having a good time at water-polo, I have a new co-locataire for the house who is very nice, the weather in Geneva has been spectacular, sunny and warm to this day, my parents are alive, my nephew just turned 30 and my brother 56. I started interviewing candidate therapists to coach me in winter. Life is good.

And yet it could all go wrong. Hell no. I won’t allow it, for God’s sake.

Yesterday and today, I was feeling like shit, self-commiserating, poor me I can’t get an exam right, damn me, I can’t get an exam right, and work sucks, everyone is so inefficient, people unhappy about my pushing too much, yara yara yara. What the f**k. I stop it right there. I want to take this opportunity to stop and reflect on the reaction in my guts, on the irritating and revolting feeling I feel in the stomach, and how to revert this sense of pins and needles in my head, that come from being disappointed, angry, sad, frustrated all at once.

Meditation is still not my thing, too calm for my mind. But I can listen to some ted talks and put my mind at peace for a while. I found a podcast about therapy. I hope I find a good therapist who can accompany me during winter time. Winter is coming and I feel I am not prepared this time. Red flag, red alert.

The duration of happiness

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I have been meaning to write for quite some time. I even took notes to not forget what I want to say.

The main thought I have been having is this: I need to find a new psychotherapist. I have set this as a goal for early 2023, because I find that I must not lower the guard while I am feeling good and happy and positive.

Second thought is: how long does happiness last, and why do I fear that happiness is doomed to last less long than sadness. It is all in the head, and the heart, so we decide how long we want it to last. Having been depressed in my recent years, even if at various degrees (mainly mild, then hard for 2 full years), I am wary of betting on the longevity of happiness.

Another thought in the last weeks has been this: I have caught myself being aggressive and overreacting when things are done to me wrongly, or let’s say when I feel someone is doing something wrong to me. If I want to imagine this visually, I feel skyscrapers of happiness and skyscrapers of anger and sadness. Plus, this sadness takes me away from the outside world: when I am angry, I don’t want to see anyone, I close myself in my room and watch a movie to calm down. I recognise some patterns of when I was depressed. Red alarm, red alarm! Hence, the thought number one: I must find a psychotherapist asap.

With the psychotherapist I used to externalise my own thoughts to another human being, who would listen, digest, and throw back some thoughts, comments, notes at me that would help me carry on and fight the depression. Without this confrontation of thoughts, I am missing an important pedagogical aspect of my fight against depression. I feel as if depression had left me a goodbye “gift”, a poisonous one at that: anger and verbal aggression against anyone or anything that threatens my so long fought after well being.

It has happened that I have burst in tears in the past 8 weeks – I don’t know, maybe 3-4 times, it was tears of rage, when I have been feeling attacked when someone expresses their opinion. It is sooo annoying that this is my immediate, unfiltered reaction. Last episode was this very week: I have worked at an aviation expo that was very good but also very tiring (4 hours sleep per night), with big emotions (excitement of deals to come, negotiations well handled, a keynote speech given to a professional male-only audience); then comes this company townhall about reorganisation, and it is announced that my boss will change job, but I am not in his organisational chart yet. I got so furious, I started crying while listening to the Teams meeting, and I felt injustice, no appreciation of my work, and even greater injustice for the salary level I have been enduring for the past 4 years, while waiting for my company to adapt my salary. Year after year, I have been doing really well, I have been enjoying my work a lot, I am exploring this new amazing industry, I am showing unprecedented results, but I am not paid as much as my male colleagues, and this drives me insane. Not only because of the injustice in itself, but because I feel I haven’t played all my cards well, so I blame myself even more, in this story.

Cutting a long story short, I find myself extremely vulnerable to jumps of moods, I feel I need to find a psychotherapist right now, possibly in English and online, and I need to find a way to spread happiness throughout a long period of time. When I am happy I am thinking: why and how long still will I be happy for, as if the default version of my life should be worry, sadness and stress. invece no! Also, I must be careful about my state of happiness. Now it’s easy cause all baskets are full. What will happen when/if some are emptied by life?

PS: Alain de Botton gave a speech on depression and the difference with sadness. I find it enlightening.

Scrap notes

its not all about me, its not that if someone gives me a weird look, its because i did something wrong. its probably them who are not certain about something. same thing with me.

I havent felt like doing sport the whole week. thats an alarm sign for me. plus I am about to get my period. that must be it. i am in a bad mood, last 24h its been like that

Memory loss and anti-depression achievements

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I realised I didn’t write in a long time; on one end it is a good sign, it means I am doing well, I have been busy, I have been my “usual” self (usual = pre-depression); on the other end I am sorry I have neglected you, diary, because this is a long term project and I want to keep a trace of my fight against depression.

I also realise I forgot about the diary. I haven’t thought about it in a long time.

Forgetting is something I do often, I have bad memory, really bad, from childhood in fact. This has been a disadvantage for studies, as I could not memorise much, but a good thing for social liaisons, as I forget easily why I am angry with someone, so I don’t hold a grudge, haha! “I was very angry with you, but I forgot why, so let’s stay friends”. I am a bit like Dory in Finding Nemo.

But this memory thing has gotten a bit worse with the therapy. I took 20mg Fluoxetine from December 2019 until Spring 2022: that’s a bit more than 2 years. Yesterday I went to a new psychiatrist (who needs to report that I am fine with pursuing a private pilot license) and he said that usually memory capabilities go down with psychotropes. This is less of a good news, and I hope it won’t get worse than this. I hope I won’t get Alzheimer. But that is another disease, I don’t see the link with psychiatric remedies.

In hindsight, looking at the last 3 years, since I was depressed and could not get out of bed, where everything was overwhelming, and I didn’t see the sense of life, I look at me today and I see that I have done tremendous progress. Medicine is not necessary, and I don’t recommend it unless you are really really low. I was at a very low point, and could not find in me the strength to get up again. I felt the world was collapsing onto me, too heavy to sustain. So I took some medical crutches, I took an antidepressant, which gave me the mental capacity to get up again on my feet. Antidepressant is not the goal, it’s the means. The most important work is with a psychological consultant who can study your mind, understand where you turn your thoughts in ways that lead you to depression, and prescribes you the mental weapons to grow stronger, avoid the tricks of your mind, come out of your fight with your brain as a winner. Winning is embracing your brain, understanding who you are (not easy at all), and remembering to be gentle with you whilst being demanding.

I don’t think that my psychologist is a great one, he is actually a psychoanalist (I didn’t know then, I just looked up a practice on Google that was walking distance from home….), but he did tell me a few things over 3 years that stuck with me. And I am daily using the exercises to strengthen my mind against the adversities that my own mind finds along the way. I do intentionally look for the elements in the day that make my glass half full instead of half empty. Empty glass is part of the glass, but I know I can make it fuller than emptier, it’s all up to me.

One great example I often think of, is Monsters Inc. Check this scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35XcnPM68ro the one eyed monster finds out that he is on the front cover of the magazine, but his face is hidden by the barcode. And yet he is super excited to be on the front cover of the magazine! I find that so cute. Seeing good also when it’s not 100% perfect. I mean, better being partly on the cover than not being there at all.

Anyway, this was just a quick note to say I am back, I haven’t left now that I am feeling good. I am much happier now, quite satisfied with pretty much everything in my life, and working daily on my happiness. I have projects, and I stick to them. That is key for me. Podcast, naturalisation, flying license, sport, travels, work. The fight isn’t over, and I think it will be a fight for life. Winter is coming, I am getting ready.

More soon.

Stay the course

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Resolution of the year 2022: stay the course. Even if the mind plays you tricks. Mine does.

The year 2021 has ended with uncertainty with regards to my work evolution. I spent the last months working hard, and dedicating lots of time to my job, as I was finally enjoying the aviation aspect of my sales role. But the product I am selling is not in the roadmap of our R&D department, hence it is unclear whether the company will properly invest in aviation, or not. And this will determine whether I can continue or not with my present job.

As I would normally do, my mind starts telling me “get away from this situation”, everything starts rapidly to look like a disaster, negative thoughts start overcoming the positive ones, and when I look at the big picture, I get overwhelmed, thinking I will never get there. There where? not sure, but there.

But! Two years of psychotherapy have taught me that I tend to be attracted by dissatisfaction, and especially in winter, the short days, the cold weather, the darkness, and Switzerland make me miss what I had before, my love, my life in the Caribbean; I miss other people’s lives, thinking I could be a kitesurf teacher and spend half of the year in Bresil like some people I know, or I could be a video journalist and travel the world etc etc… but this time I have munitions against my own thoughts. Even though it is still super hard to counteract my own negative thoughts, I have decided that I will stay the course.

And the course is: do the Swiss naturalisation process and complete the pilot license. Two years. I must do it, it’s about my own sanity. So, at the same time as doing naturalisation and license, I will continue my work of business development in aviation, and will continue believing in it. I will gain more know-how, instead of losing the competitive advantage I gained in the past 15 months, and I will be patient until something comes up from these actions.

Patience is not my forte. To stay the course is to be patient, and not look at or envy other lives. I had a good year 2021, for work and social life, I travelled a lot too, despite Covid and all, I want to remember this and not take it for granted. I want to put all the positive elements on the right side of the scale, to counterbalance the negative that necessarily comes to my mind.

So, resolution 2022: stay the course, don’t panic about things not being perfect. It’s ok if the big picture isn’t perfect.

The feel-good checklist to survive November and December gloom

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I managed to get by November by staying in Switzerland only 1.5 weeks in total. I went to the warm country of Oman for 12 days, and to a university friends get together in Spain for a long weekend. Not as warm as Oman, but sunny and beautiful as well. December is going by relatively quickly, with the first real snow falling, and the excitement of being able to go skiing.

November and December are the worst months for me, I don’t like autumn, I don’t like its dying colors, and I sadden as the days go darker and darker. This is what I am feeling now that I am back in Switzerland, at my place; it’s light at 8am, and it’s dark at 5pm. exactly at working hours. I feel like sleeping and staying in bed. If I hadn’t suffered from depression, I would find this amusing; feeling like a bear, understanding why certain animals hibernate in winter; but it raises alarm bells everywhere in my system. Last year, when I was depressed, staying in bed for 10 minutes was the beginning of a disguised turbine that dragged me down a spiral of wanting to do nothing; today I have the experience of two years of that feeling, and I know I want to resist the temptation of doing nothing, and lying on the couch, because this is dangerous for depression relapse. I don’t have the certainty, but even with Fluoxetin and all, I don’t trust winter and it’s tricky moods that reflect on my own self.

This morning it’s dark even though it’s 8.30am. Clouds are hovering and it has been snowing quite a bit. I woke up around 6.30am (late for my usual wakeup time of 4.30am) and started with breakfast, then I took the laundry downstairs, stored the Oman tent in the basement, and started to write this page of my depression fighter diary. Oh, I also made a list of things to do in the weekend, putting on every line that matters; this makes me feel I have accomplished things, and remind me that I am not being inactive and depressed. I am moving and make things happen.

My list of today:

  • Sell 4 items on marketplace
  • water plants
  • wash dishes
  • wash hair
  • iron the wax on the tupperware/cloth
  • take expense report to the office
  • study 45 min for swiss naturalisation
  • buy groceries
  • buy one winter plant
  • go to the gym (1h)
  • prepare ski-gear for tomorrow
  • ski in St Luc
  • glue laptop loose gum
  • search interviewees for podcast
  • store travel luggages
  • wash laundry
  • wash floor
  • podcast: study donation scheme

What I find good about this list is that there are lots of items, and I can already check a few of them, at 8.30am. Wash hair, wash laundry, which makes me feel good. I put it on an A4 paper, and every time I check one item, it’s success and I acknowledge that I have done well. No matter how little the todo thing was. I won’t throw away the list after this weekend. I will keep it for a while and add it to the upcoming weekends.

I see that I can do better yet: the very first item is in truth 4 items, cause I want to sell a small drone I don’t use anymore, a cappuccino maker a friend gave me which is too big for me, a 3D goggle, and a powerbank. That’s 4 times the effort. So I think I’ll split the first item.

And I will add one more item: write diary. check.

Recipe for Happiness

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Happiness to me is the conditio sine qua non in life. It’s not very clear what happiness is, and how we measure it. I have been trying during my life to understand what makes me happy and what makes me sad, and I have associated often a place to a happy moment, or maybe a happy moment to a place.

I often wondered if my gauge for happiness was the same as in other people, or to all people. The same goes for pain. Let me explain. When I have had moments of full bliss, happiness, plenitude, abundance, or whatever we want to label it, it felt amazing, and nothing more could make me feel better – I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. If I think of such moment in the past, my memory brings me back to when I was in New Zealand with W. (the love of my life, haven’t talked much about him yet); it was July 1 2005, and I labeled that day as the best day of my life. I have had other best days before and after, but this one in particular stands out. We had ventured into a farmland the day before, we had parked our rental Britz van near a sheep farm, had made a lovely breakfast in the morning, with lots of things from a local store called …. Mmm can’t remember (Hackleberry’s maybe?); we did our first sheep shearing of our lives, took some lanolin straight from the sheep’s cut wool, and ventured off into this wild NZ land full of magnificent colours, rivers, etc. When I told W. that it was my best day, we were staring together at the vast spaces of New Zealand and we were closely wrapping in each other’s arms amazed with the beauty of that land. That was a happy moment that I will always remember. A moment that lasted many days actually, and months, and years, as W. and I were traveling around the world.

Now, when I think of the happiness of another person, I wonder if he or she would feel the same level of happiness, and if so, in which conditions. I mean, was my feeling of happiness on July 1st the highest a person can feel? Does a woman somewhere else in this planet, at this moment, feel the same level of happiness doing what she does love most? Could I be more “happy”? If so, how? The point is actually not whether I can be happier, but how I measure my happiness compared to others, and if my state of bliss staring at the sheep farm is the same bliss another person, with another character and history, feels when driving his/her favourite car. Is it the same happiness a grandmother feels when she spends one day with her nephew? Is it the same bliss Elon Musk feels when he sees his first shuttle take off? Or Armstrong and Aldrin when their foot first touched the moon? So, is happiness relative or absolute? Do I need my neighbor’s Ferrari to feel the same amount of happiness he feels when riding it? And is my joy higher than his, when I am hiking a mountain, or I am kitesurfing in a turquoise waters? Do I need to envy other people’s happiness? Cause that’s the feeling I get when I watch TV.

Same for pain : was my surgical pain last year the highest a man or woman can endure ?

I am still looking for a way to gauge happiness levels. Because if it were measurable, we could possibly help each other being happier. No? It’s a difficult task. I am open to suggestions.

Back to happiness, why am I saying this today? Because I am preparing for the month of June, when I am going to reduce the intake of Fluoxetin (Prozac). I have a meeting with my psychiatrist (the jolly Congolese guy) on 4 June and I will ask him if he is ok with me reducing the antidepressant. I want to do it during summertime, when it’s nice out, the days are long and sunny, the air is warm and everything is alive. I don’t want to do it in autumn, which per se is depressant to me. I know, many people love autumn, I don’t like it, despite the beautiful colours (Quebec has some of the best landscapes in the fall, check it out, I have been there, wow). It’s been 6 months since I started taking antidepressants, and I feel good, very good. I think I can start move away from them. I am scared, I admit, because I can’t tell how much my good state of mind is due to medicine at this very moment, and how much is due to my self-training (meditation, routine, enjoying work, doing sport, yoga, buying new plants…).

So I want to pack in as much as info as possible on myself, and in what conditions, when and how much I am happy. During my preparation to less Fluoxetin, I am appreciating some down moments, like the little “fight” I had with my friend M., which brought me back to negative moments. It was good to be reminded what bad moments feel like. I managed to revert those bad feelings into positive, by thinking of something I like, by not letting her bad mood affect me, and by being more “egoistic” towards my own feelings (translation: I value my own state of being more that hers, what’s important right now is that I feel good). I stay away from negativity. It helps.

Take action before it’s late

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Dr. G., my psychologist, said one thing that struck me, and that I will forever remember. He said it in such a natural and unassuming way that it resonated clearly in me. He said “you have a certain fascination for dissatisfaction”. And I realised, it’s true. Why? Because when I was at the beginning of the practice, I used to tell him my story, stories, thoughts, fears, anxieties, long story short, I was a mess and he was my punching ball. The thoughts I was sharing with him were initially, say, 99% negative, sad, hopeless; as the medicine was starting to have effect, I started to relax more, the problems in my mind were taking more distance from me, and I tried to see more positive; he was telling me that I had to shift the way I see my reality, and make it work for me. Not easy, as I initially interpreted this recommendation as a way to say “be contented with what you got, that’s all there is, resign yourself to the reality”. Which, in other terms, meant for me “you are a failure, pal, you have messed up, lost the love of your life, never got to finish one thing, are back in a country where you feel trapped, just accept it and find happiness in what you can get”. That’s what I was thinking, and that feeling of dissatisfaction and forced resignation fueled my depressive state. I had such a clog in my stomach every time I was thinking what I was missing in the world, while others were living the life of their dreams, why not me, and yet I am a smart person. Etcetera, etcetera.

Oh, if I recall these thoughts my mood becomes more grey. So I won’t linger too much today, and I will say why I am mentioning this now, months after it happened. First because I want to remember how bad depression felt, and remember to always compare those moments with my moments today; that sadness with today’s serenity, and I’d dare to say, even happiness. I am happy with myself right now. It has only taken me a few months to feel this way. And that’s the other reason why I am mentioning my sad memories. It took me 4 months more or less to feel good again, like I have not felt in years. This is, and I am sure of it, thanks to the medical help I received. I was too low to get back up on my own. BUT! It doesn’t have to be this way. and I am here to warn whoever is reading these notes, whether it is today, 9 May 2020, or in 5 years, or in 20 years. If I had listened to the signs sooner, I would have been able to heal on my own. There is no need for medical chemicals, and I am pretty sure of it. My mother had warned me several times prior to my deepest depression in November. She told me years before, that I should go see someone. Initially she meant a psychologist, and when things got really bad, she advised I go to a psychiatrist. She meant good for me, but I always thought that the mind is something we can control, unlike a broken arm, a heart attack or a kidney infection. We go to the doctor whenever one of our organs hurts; we visit clinics and hospitals way too much even, but whenever the head is concerned, it becomes a taboo, at least in my culture and family environment. So I always felt that going to see a “shrink” meant a defeat, cause I wasn’t able to take care of my own thoughts. Today, 5 months after my biggest (and last!) depression phase, I am glad I listened to my mother – and I know she is glad too.

Each of us goes through his or her own life the way we deem right. We all want to be happy, right? We all want to feel those great sensations that we associate to words such as satisfaction, victory, love, happiness, serenity; I don’t feel good when I hurt somebody, or am hurt, or when I see people murdered on TV, or when a client doesn’t close my deal. There’s some strong feelings in our stomach, in our guts (and I know that Agata has a brain – who the heck is Agata ?). Well, I haven’t listened enough, and am only starting now, because I am in survival mode and will do anything to beat the beast, which is my depression. But it doesn’t have to wait until this late, so if you are reading this and feel depressed, but think you can make it on your own, start taking measures. I took up meditation . It’s soooo good. Can’t believe I didn’t do it until my forties. For you it might be something else. Take action before it’s late. Trust yourself.

Speak soon.

Four months later

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Sorry I haven’t been active on this blog lately. 11 December was the last time I wrote a page of this diary. Lots has happened in between, at the time I am writing (13 April 2020) it has been my 4th week in isolation due to Coronavirus (CoVid 19), a pandemic that has hit the whole world. Had I been in the state I was last time I wrote on this blog, I would not have been able to resist 4 weeks (and counting) at home by myself. Luckily, or shall I say, thanks to the drastic actions taken in November, I am managing.

I need to joggle my memory back 3-4 months, and remember what happened between the day I was desperate, depressed, crying and without energy, to now. It feels I am a totally different person. It doesn’t only feel, it is. Today I am what I used to be before depression started growing in me. And that didn’t take 2-3 months, but years. Ok, so what happened that makes me feel good today?

Many factors. Personal, professional, physical, therapeutical. After about 4-5 weeks of taking Fluoxetin my spirit started to feel serene again. My psychiatrist (the congolese jolly bubbly man) told me it would take 2 weeks before it has an effect. Another psychiatrist (who replaced him for a while) told me it takes rather 4-6 weeks. I thought “can’t they agree on one version already?”. It turns out that the 4 to 6-week-interval was correct. I don’t feel any side effect (nausea, lack of appetite, insomnia), only a sense of peace and detachment from my issues. Is it more serotonin or dopamine being injected into my brain by way of my stomach? Whatever hormone it is, or chemical rebalance, I haven’t felt this good in years, and I have noticed and appreciated the whole process of taking my life back into my hands.

What also happened in these past months is a change at work. My CEO and my head of department had noticed a negative change in me, the depressive state I was in, and have been very understanding and supportive (God bless former start up PMEs around the world!). They both know I love international travels, and they noticed a clear change in my moods from end of July until December 2019; so they proposed I take on more international clients. 20-30% for now, as the bulk of our business is still in CH. But that decision took me to Slovenia and then to Israel. In Israel I worked for 5 days, and took 8 days off. It was fantastic: new country, new people, great colleagues, and exploring the country on my free time like I hadn’t done in a long long time. Holidays just like I love them: with no planning, just take the car south from Tel Aviv and then back north, east and west; keep driving, stop whenever there’s something great to see or do. Great as in bathing in the Dead Sea, seeing Ben Gurion’s kibbutz, swim in the ocean, bathe in a rafted river, and drive on a 4×4 through the Golan Heights. I felt alive again. And what amazing food. And people.

Every psychiatric process has to be accompanied by a psychological one. Without psychological therapy that helps you figure out “you”, medicine remains only a palliatif. My psychologist has been helpful to me. Initially I thought he wasn’t the greatest practitioner on earth, but he told me a couple of things that made me reflect. The biggest one for me is when he said that I have a certain fascination for dissatisfaction. Une fascination pour l’insatisfaction, as he said in French. He is right. Another one is that I look at the big picture and the higher goal, without giving time to the small steps that help me achieve that goal, hence I quickly get overwhelmed and impatient (oh, patience, what I virtue I know nothing of!), and I am unsatisfied by what I consider non-achievement.

Sport and yoga have been very helpful. As soon as my motivation to get up from bed raised, I could feel the energy and mental strive to move and do what I love: sport. I remember that when I joined the fitness club in September, I was going there crying, thinking “look at how you have ended up, you who love outdoor activities, freedom and fresh air”; fitness was for me another failure to add to the long list I had been piling up over the last months. But 3-4 months in, I now appreciate the indoor activity, as it keeps me trained, and I will be able to better hike, swim, climb, kitesurf etc thanks to this. Yoga is also very very good. It is a philosophy of life, its not sport, and its not only meditation, its a way for me to discipline my mind through my body and breath. I’ll talk about meditation in another post. That is a biggy for me.

Another thing that happened during these past months is Covid. You’ll wonder how Covid can possibly have a positive influence in my life. Well, I am still amidst the turmoil that this invisible virus has created in our modern world, and I am forced to stay at home and to be with myself. But what a timing for my own personal situation. I am getting to appreciate and love me again. In big part thanks to the medical help, but more and more thanks to the actions I am taking in order to replace the chemical wellbeing with my innate joy for life. And it’s working.

Fluoxetin

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This is what is looks like, Fluoxetin:

Very unsexy name, I got it prescribed last week for the first time. My mood was too low and I couldn’t see any joy in anything I was doing. I have fought so many times to avoid getting to this stage, and here I am, taking antidepressants. Another unsexy word – antidepressants. We could have come up with a more compassionate word, one that includes the hope of healing. In Africa they use so many refreshing words (like Ubuntu – brotherhood, sounds so nice), we could have gone to an African tribe and asked “what healing name would you give to an epidemic disease that’s spreading in the first world?”. They would probably look at us in disbelief. Depression: what’s that? We haven’t got that far up into Maslow’s pyramid!

True, ‘cause depression is a disease of people like you and me whose basic needs have been already fulfilled. We are not fighting to drink, eat or find shelter. All of that is already taken care of. We are among the few lucky in this world. I have time to think of how to fulfill myself in this lifetime; I have money to take a holiday, buy furniture and new clothes; I never felt really hungry in my life; my grandmother used to describe to me what hunger was, during World War One and Two – I could try to imagine, but that was it.

I got sidetracked, but there is a reason for it: the very first psychiatrist I ever visited, who gave me the Fluoxetin you see in the picture, is a Congolese doctor. Man, he must be thinking “what a first world problem to have” …. I am not sure I trust him yet (I don’t trust doctors in general) but his jolly, bubbly, slightly over-weighted self is comforting.

It takes two to three weeks for the medicament to have an effect; I am down to week 1. First two days I cried, was anxious and panicking, I wanted to scream at the doctor that he should have warned me. Be warned: the first effect of an antidepressant can make you more depressed. Great! Had I known, I could have been prepared. Next few days have been better. I took three days off work, which helped.

It’s been now one week, and since a couple of days my afternoons are feeling normal, serene, like I haven’t been feeling in a long time. Since July 2019 (five months ago) I have been falling into a sad sad mood, not one day of joy and nothing to look forward to. So, this white and green pill I am taking is making me feel better, and hallelujah for modern medicine! Bring it on, inject chemicals in me that have been missing: serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, whatever works. It feels good.

Side effects: stomach burns (you need to eat well before taking it), one or two morning spasms when waking up (you know the feeling of when you wake up before you fall?), not a big deal, I guess, and anxiety in the morning – which diminished the last 2-3 days because I took 3 days off work.

A good friend (who has been through this) told me I should take time for myself, get a sick leave, and spend one or two weeks resting. I took 3 days only (I feel too responsible towards the company). Tomorrow I have to go to Lugano for work. I will be testing my moods, it should be ok. I have to work to earn money, but I may have to tell my Director to slow down on my tasks. Maybe work 80% (In Switzerland this is possible).

Another good day. I posted this note. Tomorrow is work day, we’ll see how anxiety goes. Thank you for reading. Eventually.

Podcast progress: maybe some today, after this post is up.