Day 148

 

 

After a gap of five and a half months, I go back to work in a couple of weeks. My work is fantastic. I am an Anaesthetist. (Anaesthesiologist for those in the USA). ‘Anaesthetist’ is officially the second most difficult word to pronounce after ‘Phenomenon’ in the English language – just a random fact. J

Work has been a major part of my life, partly because I was insanely competitive and ambitious at one time and partly because I love it. It is a source of great satisfaction for me. It is a perfect mix of art and science. I get to speak with people and make them feel better when they are feeling most vulnerable, just before having a surgical procedure. I have the responsibility of looking after them during and after their surgery. It is a privilege to have patients place their trust in you on a daily basis. I feel blessed to be in this position. I think of it as service. My work colleagues make it fun. The working day passes quicker because of them. But like any other job it is insufferable at times.

I look forward to having a structure to my days. In order to get my mind and body ready for being back in a routine I am spending some time at a very serene Yoga retreat. Here’s the routine:

6.30 am: Morning tea
7 am:       Morning Yoga session for 2 hours
9 am:       Breakfast
10am:      Nature walk ( challenging!)
11.30 am:Mid morning tea
1 pm:       Lunch
2-4 pm:   Me time
4 pm:       Evening tea
4.30 – 6.30 pm: Evening Yoga session
6.30 – 7 pm:       Watching the sunset
7 – 9.30 pm:      Dinner
9.30 pm:             Zzzzzz…….

The yoga asanas take my attention from my thoughts and emotions to the body and breath. It is a relief to be able to shift my focus. It is restful.

I feel stronger in my physical body and that makes me feel strong and calm in my mind.

Day 147

We as natural beings swing to the rhythms of the rotations of the earth, sun, moon and many other stars and planets, galaxies and universes. Our hormones, enzymes and neurotransmitters oscillate in response to fluctuations in heat and light, which also affect our patterns of behaviour.

A massive biological clock, modulated by our genes, controls the cycling of our brain chemicals and determines our response to the environment. It is no wonder that it has an impact on suicidal behavior too. Here are a few patterns that have been observed and documented:

1. Most suicides occur between 7 am and 4 pm. Possibly because most shocks and disappointments are met with at the busiest times of the day.

2. Surprisingly the lunar cycle does not have as much of an impact as one would expect, possibly due to modern artificial lighting.

3. There is a consistently higher rate of suicides on a Monday, when the new week proves to be no different from the days preceding it! Some call it the ‘broken promise’ effect.

4. The most robust finding is the seasonal variation of suicide, most of them taking place in the late spring or summer months. This effect is more obvious in rural communities. Possibly due to the lack of natural rhythms of light and heat in cities, the use of artificial lighting and central heating and interrupted sleep patterns.

5. Hospital admissions for depression have 2 broad peaks: spring and autumn.

6. Puberty coincides with the first significant rise in the rate of suicides.

7. Women are more prone to depression but less likely to end their lives. Autopsy studies show that a large majority of women commit suicide either in the luteal phase of their menstrual cycle (14 days before the start of a period) or during menstruation.

“While the North blows, and starling flocks

         By chattering on and on

        Keep their spirits up in the mist,

        And Spring’s here, Winter’s not gone.”

                                            -Edward Thomas.

 

Day 146 (Suicide and Manic-Depression)

From where I am standing, I can see no good reason for anyone to end their life as many people along with me are hurting deeply as a result of it. The sufferers of the illness have a different perspective on it and rightly so. Today I shall share this post by one of my dear virtual friends who suffers with Bipolar and is a very bright star, bringing light into many lives. Thank you my friend. xxx

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The trigger warning is (obviously) in the title.

You know how people write posts with admonitions against suicide and lists of resources? Those posts are valuable, but this isn’t one of them. It’s basically just my thoughts about it all in general, plus a whole heap of questions. You should definitely avoid this post if suicide is a painful trigger, but for the rest of the world, suicide should not be taboo. There’s little hope of preventing it if the reaction to it is fear, anger or evasion. I intend to play devil’s advocate as far as possible.

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Completely lost for words after another joyful day spent with near and dear ones, I am looking for inspiration to write. I am sitting in a train, flicking through my journal from a few years ago. I find this beautiful poem that I must have copied from somewhere but did not take down the author’s name. It fills me with hope.

“Willing to experience aloneness
I discover connection everywhere,
Turning to face my fear
I meet the warrior who lives within.
Open to my loss
I am given unimaginable gifts,
Surrendering to emptiness
I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from persues me
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed
I bow to the one who has made it so
Who has crafted this master game
To play it is pure delight,
To honour, is pure devotion.”

I see glimpses of the ‘gifts’ and the ‘fullness’ every now and then but they seem to be somewhere far away. Transformation seems unachievable as it must take so much energy. May be it happens at a very subtle level at a pace of its own. However, I am very grateful for the glimpses. Small steps. 🙂

Day 144

“How can you look after me like this?” he asked me as I drove him to the gym one day. He was probably referring to his recent rude behavior due to the hypomanic phase of his illness. I responded by saying that it could very easily have been me who fell ill in which case I was sure he would have taken good care of me. That’s what we do for people we love.

The rapid rate of change in his mental state was baffling! Initially I thought he was just acting up. Then we found out it was hypomania. He responded well to treatment and was near normal, then mildly depressed, severely depressed and then he was gone. All within 10-12 weeks!

Before I could come to some understanding of what was going on, it had already changed. Those weeks were very confusing. I felt so alone. There were no proper conversations about his condition. I looked up stuff on the internet which did not give me any practical help. I felt really lost. In addition I felt his pain. He would say heartbreaking things like – ‘I wonder what it feels like to be homeless’  or ‘I can see myself stacking shelves in Sainsbury’s’. I did not share these things with anyone except my closest friends. May be…..

It was a terrible place to be in.

Today I heard this piece of indian (Rajasthani) folk music which I love. The sound of the saarangi ( a violin like instrument) is deeply soulful. I was surprised at how the first few notes of it brought tears to my eyes as though I had just seen a dear old friend again. I would like to share it with you. Here it is: