Eeclops. Again, after reading your story, I am more inclined to think this woman is bipolar. If it were the case that she just had Clinical Depression, I would say contacting her wouldn’t be a problem. I know this because when I get into a depressed state I immediately call my boyfriend. I don’t push him away. He talks me through it and then comes up with positive things for me to do to get my mind off of it, like ride my horse, spend time with my daughter, etc. He will call me to make sure I did what he suggested and then will literally drop everything and come over that night to be with me. It makes all the difference in the world to me.
I can describe having Clinical Depression as the same feeling one has when they know they have drank too much and realize they are going to be sick. You can actually feel it coming on. The smallest things can trigger it. A song, an e-mail, a memory. Once it starts, there is nothing you can do and before you know it, you feel like hell and you want to die. The only comforting feeling for me now, is knowing like being drunk, it’s going to pass. The difference between just being depressed and being Clinically depressed is that in Clinically depressed people that feeling sometimes never passes or does but it happens again later in life where medication is the only thing that can help them. Mild Depression can and does go away but Clinical Depression is more apt to come back and interferes with day to day life. For me that feeling had lasted for 4 continuous months without passing, that’s when I knew I needed help. Seriously if someone had handed me a gun, it would have been over. Or if someone gave me a needle full of heroin I wouldn’t have hesitated to inject it. I would have done anything to stop that pain. I thought about killing myself every day and even starting planning it. It was and is worse then any physical pain I have ever felt.
I was never one in the past that could understand or sympathize with suicidal people. I used to think and say they took the easy way out. Well now I know exactly how it feels. I know there are a lot of people that have never been suicidal or have never been depressed that have a hard time understanding it. I tell people the pain is no different if someone were to come up to you and chop off your leg and leave you there suffering with no pain medication. You are in so much pain you would do anything to make it stop. Take any drug (alcohol, pain pills, etc, to numb it, which is why a lot of people self medicate) and if you didn’t have those things the pain would get so unbearable that you would kill yourself if a gun was the only way to stop it, if jumping meant it would end it. If hanging yourself meant you didn’t have to feel it anymore. You aren’t thinking about anyone or anything except that pain. That’s why many people may not understand why Mrs. Jones who was seemingly happily married with three children, and who didn’t seem like the person who would have committed suicide, did. Certainly she never stopped to think about her husband and kids, why? Look how selfish she was. People stereotype and what they fail to realize is what was going on in Mrs. Jones head and don’t know that Mrs. Jones couldn’t stop to think about her kids and husband because the pain was too overwhelming to do so. The pain was the only thing she was feeling. That’s why it’s so important for Clinically Depressed and Suicidal people to be in a relationship with a healthy person that can identify the signs of depression and can get them the help they need. We really don’t want to kill ourselves, but when the pain doesn’t stop, at times that feels like the only alternative. So that’s what it’s like to be Clinically Depressed and suicidal. Your mind is hurting just like any other part of your body would be. And just like with any other part of your body, when one suffers for instance a knee injury and it hurts and has to be operated on, etc. The next time you get hit in the knee, it triggers that pain again. You can only take so many hits to that injured knee before it doesn’t quite work like it once did. That’s exactly what happens to the brain. One crisis after another, and the brain doesn’t fully recover. That’s why many people with dysfunctional childhoods like I had become Clinically Depressed in adulthood. Our brain can no longer handle the emotional bruising and they stop recovering. We stopped producing serotonin so chemically our brains feel blah.
But in regards to having this illness, I do welcome my boyfriends help and by him showing me how much he loves me, it makes me less depressed and I spend less time thinking about negative things. In bipolar people however, it’s different. And the following scenarios will probably more closely match the reaction you received from your girlfriend. When my ex went into a depressed state, he said no one could help him and it’s a place he must go alone and find his way out alone. He would send several dark e-mails telling me how going through life half alive is a waste. That he hates his job, and how all the passion has gone away in our relationship, but we continue to hang on because there is nothing else to do. That it appears to him, that I have felt pretty good lately, but he feels like hell (almost making me feel guilty for feeling good). I would reach out to him and practically beg him to let me help him, telling him I was on my way over, repeatedly telling him how much I loved him and that it scared me when he would get like this and he would become angry and say no, I won’t be here, and if you come over and I am here, I won’t answer the door, so don’t waste your time. I don’t want to see you. I am going out drinking (he doesn’t drink). I would remind him the effects that drinking has with the medications he is taking and he would say, well if 3 shots don’t kill me, then I must be too mean to die. Leaving me feeling lousy at home worrying about him. Like I said just completely bizarre and opposite of what someone would do if they were just depressed. So I would feel totally hopeless while my fiancée was out drinking and feeling sorry for himself. He refused my love and help. It’s almost like he enjoyed feeling that way and he certainly wanted everyone else to feel just as lousy as he was. So you can see why I got depressed, and why that relationship pushed me over the edge. This was a cycle that went on for 10 months. After a couple of days like this he then would become manic, and for instance, I would come over and he would be talking a million miles a minute. He would be overly happy and say, let’s go see a movie, it starts in 4 minutes, but we can make it. Then we would hop into his car and he would drive like a maniac to get there. We ran from the car door all the way to the theatre. He grabbed my hand and held it all the way through the movie. Would give me kisses throughout. It was exhilarating. He was fun to be around. He had ideas and intense thoughts and we would talk endlessly. We would return to his house and we sit side by side in front of the tv eating dinner together, then curl up on the couch, just to retreat to the bedroom to make passionate love. He was captivating, intriguing, loving. The next morning I never knew who I was going to wake up to. There would be days he wouldn't want to make love or said that's all we ever do. There would be stretches of time when things would be fine and then out of the blue, he would get pissed off if I didn’t follow through on the smallest of things. This is where I think his parents or parents of bipolar people in general can come in to trigger episodes. They were very negative people and said very negative things about others, not just me. They had extremely high expectations of their son, so in turn he had high expectations of others. I think it exasperated his illness.
So the long answer to your simple question is, no, I don’t think you should contact her again, and I know it’s hard not to. If you push too hard, she will turn on you and they can get very, very nasty. My ex used to explain his illness as a high performance car. He can run really fast and for long periods of time, but if you push it too hard, you will blow the engine. He also said it felt at times like he would want to crawl out of his own skin. These were his analogies of what it was like to be bipolar.
He also made me out to be someone and something I wasn’t. I knew I wasn’t a stalker, or a bad person. But he made me feel that way. I mean what person doesn’t try to work something out with someone you are engaged to be married to, when the day prior he was telling you how much in love he was. It’s hard to comprehend. I would show up after a fight at the recreation center he worked out at so we could talk, because he wasn’t answering his phone, and he would say, What now, are you stalking me? He over reacted to everything and put me down constantly. To this day he feels I was just a horrific girlfriend, and the sad fact is, I never did anything wrong, besides perhaps having too many things on the burner at one time. He wanted me and all of me and when he couldn’t have that, he acted out in bizarre ways, like posting profiles on line and listing sexual acts he was into on a sexual dating site. You must realize everything they ever say to you, you have to take with a grain of salt, because the very next day it can change. I reached out so many times to my ex, I’ve lost count. I know he still loves me. Otherwise he would have never of e-mailed me recently to tell me he is moving. And although I didn’t get the exact apology I was looking for, I know he realizes what he did was inappropriate. He will never fully admit that. But what he really wanted to know was if I still cared. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one having a hard time moving on and clearly neither has let the other one go. But just receiving his e-mails sent me back into such a deep depression that I had to call my boyfriend back up just for support. He seriously is just a boy that is a friend. For my own health, I know that I will never have that kind of love I had with my bipolar ex with anyone else nor would I ever want to. I have kept my distance emotionally and physically from men. I am just not ready for that sort of relationship again. That’s what makes my relationship with the current guy I am with so special. He has supported me through many difficult times and is patiently awaiting the day I love him back as much as he has loved me.