Ever have a surprised birthday party? The kind when your
friends and family plan it for weeks? The kind that friends and family kept
secret for weeks? You had no idea about it. Completely unaware of what was
waiting for you. There is no reason to have a surprise birthday. You're no
different than anyone else. Nothing better or worse about you. Just a normal
human being. The surprise party is completely unexpected. You're coming home
late from work on a Friday. Glad, but tired from the week at work. Just being
OK with a night in with friends and family. A birthday is just another day on
the calendar. No reason to celebrate. You turn onto your street. No cars in
sight. Everything as you left it. Just can't wait to get home and into your
lounging clothes. You pull in the driveway. No expectations. You reach for the
doorknob. Give it a turn. Push the door in. SURPRISE!
I got a surprise a few weeks ago. Things were going good.
Doing the behavioural and cognitive activities to help cope and conquer my
disease. Then, out of nowhere, a surprise birthday party. There were no clues
or hints, much like the surprise party. Not even an ounce of speculation. Zero
indication. And then it hits you. The punch line. SURPRISE!
Depression, ironically, is like a surprise birthday party,
except in the following ways;
1) there are no friends or family waiting behind
couches and other furniture. Demons and monsters take their place. They come
from the shadows.
2) There is no music. It is loud. I am yelling and screaming.
It is pointless. Only monsters and demons here. They don't care to hear me.
3)
There is no cake or food or drink. The room is virtually empty, beside a few
dark shadows. Even the skeletons have left my closet. Nowhere to be seen. When
skeletons are scared of something, it is real bad.
4) No one is with me. No one
to share the party with. The loneliest place in the world is between my ears
and six feet, two inches off the Earth. I guess it is better than six feet, two
inches below the Earth.
5) There is no idea when the party will end. These
party goers in my head can go all night. And all day. They eventually pass out
or recede to the shadows. No idea when their hangover will wear off so they can
party again.
6) After the party, it is a complete mess. Disaster zone created
by a few dangerous patrons. Not willing or eager to leave the party. They don't
offer to clean up. They don't know how. They can only destroy. Destruction is
their purpose. They also manipulate. These party animals don't even go home.
They go back to their hiding spaces. Planning their next surprise birthday extravaganza
for me. I hope I am not home when they surprise me again.. But they know how to
find me. I could even change my name and address, and something tells me they will still
find me.
The fact of the matter is- the surprise birthday parties
will happen again and again. Do I know when? No. Hence the meaning of the word.
Most surprises are explainable, to some degree. Usually good events that make
people happy. How do I handle a bad surprise party?
The uninvited guest do not care. They don't know you. They
don't respect your place, or your rules. How much they thrash it means no
consequences to them. They thrive in it. I can't find them. Their stealth is
unbelievable. Always eluding me and blending in with their environment. Then,
without announcement, they converge on my party. How come there is no noise
complaints for this party? The police are not prepared or armed with the
effective riot gear, yet. The doctors have stopped some of the bleeding and
have been influential in changing and ridding my house of the "Sadistic
Surprise Birthday Party".
I felt the need to express this description in writing for
myself. There were no stressors or triggers that caused this to happen. No
conversations or arguments with others. Just nothing. Completely not ready for
it. Just like a surprise party. One second, you are calm, having sane thoughts.
Then as that sixty seconds expires, the surprise catches me off guard,
unwilling, and unprepared. I don't know what to do. Cry? Laugh? smile? Join the
party? Leave the party? Enjoy the party?
I am back at the hospital. Is it where I want to be? Yes.
Because I had a minor 'surprise' relapse with my recovery. Things seemed good
and manageable. Then BOOM! SURPRISE! It almost scared the life out of me. Not
figuratively. Literally.
At first, referring to my return, I was confused and a
little frustrated. Why did it happen? What triggered me coming back here? I
don't know. I do not have an answer. A mystery of the mind. I guess I shouldn't
be too surprise with the impact of this illness.
So, coming to terms with why I am back at the hospital may
seem trivial. It is. But here I am. If I didn't come back, who knows what could
have happened. Reflecting back, I am OK with being back. Not worried. Not
scared. I am safe and comfortable here while the doctor tries a combination of
drugs to help fight this Depression. Maybe it may seem like a long process.
Maybe it appears as a setback. It is a long process and a it is a minor
setback. An opportunity to live in disguise.
Just because it is a setback, does it mean I am discouraged
and quit? Not a chance. Only being where I was will help me to get to where I am
going. I am not focused on the past or future. Just the moment. Each moment
creates the person I am going to be. Who I am. Quitting is not an option. A
word I can't afford to learn the definition to. As bad as I have felt like
packing it is, I still haven't quit.
I have accepted that I am back at the hospital. It is
required. I am patient. I am a patient. I am willing to trust the doctor and
other professionals to help me get better. And that is what is so important to
me- I want to get better. Some days I want to quit. I really do. It's not easy.
I have accepted the battle.
I cannot forecast how this illness will affect me. Maybe, I
will have to come back here five or ten more times before I get my Depression
under some control. Maybe, just maybe, I won't be back after this time. The
only certainty is that there is uncertainty with my illness. Unpredictable thoughts
and feelings. I don't know if the word 'cured' will every apply to me. That is
to be seen. If I need medication for the rest of my life, that is something I
am prepared to do. If a few pills daily make it necessary to live, I will take
them. The pills will have to be my oxygen. I need them to live.
Accepting that this will be a longer process than originally
thought is critical for my recovery. No point in rushing through life. Rushing
to my deathbed. "By perseverance, even the snail reached the Ark."
One of my all-time favorite quotes. So much meaning. It makes perfect sense to
me. Although, it may be perceived that I am going backwards, I am not.
Necessary setback to continue to move forward. To keep living on.
"It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience."
- Julius Caesar
Yours Truly,
T.J. Smith
Birthday parties are extremely fun events to enjoy with our loved ones. I recently turned 20 and hosted a gorgeous karaoke themed bash at one of my favorite Los Angeles venues. The bash had a blast and we all sung our favorite songs and had tasty BBQ food.
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