Editor’s Note: This column discusses the sensitive topic of suicidal ideation.
The moment doctors diagnosed me with myasthenia gravis (MG), they prescribed me antidepressants. It didn’t make much sense to me at the time. I thought a diagnosis would result in treatment that would restore the life I had been slowly losing. I thought my life would return to that of a normal 20-something. I wasn’t quite right.
I wish that when prescribing antidepressants, the neurologist had told me that depression was common among those diagnosed with chronic illness. I wish she had recommended that I see a psychologist in conjunction with the prescribed medication.
I wish she had taken a minute to tell me that the immunosuppressive medications she had prescribed wouldn’t make my symptoms miraculously disappear. In fact, they would take several months to have any lasting effect.
I wish that when she prescribed prednisone, she had told me about the terrible side effects it can inflict. I wish she had warned me, in any way, of the roller coaster ride of emotions on which I was about to embark.
I wished she had given me any verbal input to prepare me for what I might endure, other than prescribing an antidepressant every day. If I’ve learned anything from depression in the last five years since my diagnosis, it’s that a tablet alone won’t manage it.
I only very recently was diagnosed with severe depression, about four years after my diagnosis. It came as no surprise to me when the psychiatrist treating me for the psychiatric side effects of prednisone told me that I was depressed. Honestly, I was relieved.
I had been living with symptoms of depression for years after my diagnosis of MG without even contemplating the possibility of a mental illness diagnosis to add to my basket of diseases.
Suicidal thoughts were common for me, but I never felt I could open up about these feelings. Everyone supporting me praised my endurance and fighting spirit continuously. I thought the truth would just let them down, or worse, add to the already heavy burden of caring for someone with MG.
Today, I realize that conquering those dark thoughts is brave. It is a testament to my fighting spirit and endurance. Not only am I constantly battling my body, but I am also battling my mind. I have survived thus far, through weak respiratory muscles and the strong and overwhelming feelings of depression.
I am lucky to have found a psychologist and neuropsychiatrist who not only took the time to explain to me that I was depressed but who are also actively helping me manage it. Even now, as I’m entering another week of my current MG flare, I have no suicidal thoughts.
I have realized that not only is this a testament to the excellent care I am currently receiving. It also emphasizes my fighting spirit and will to survive, despite all hindrances. It has made me appreciate more than ever that life is beautiful, and I will never stop fighting.
If you or anyone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts or needs someone to talk to, please call the National Suicide Prevention Line in the U.S. at 1-800-273-8255 or visit suicidepreventionlifeline.org.
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