Hello I want to die please fix me : depression in the first person
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xiv, 338 pages ; 23 cm - Publisher [Place of publication not identified] : [publisher not identified], 2019.
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Hello I Want to Die Please Fix Me : Depression in the First Person
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Hello I Want to Die Please Fix Me : Depression in the First Person
How do you talk about trying to die? Haltingly, urgently: in mesÂsages and calls to friends. Abashedly: you stand in the middle of a hospital hallway on a parent's cell phone as your grandfather belÂlows, "No more stupid tricks!" Gingerly: you stand in your psych ward at the patients' landline, conscious of fellow patients watchÂing TV just behind you, white corkscrew cord curled around your finger as you murmur to your grandmother who understands better than she should. Who is the first to tell you, as you lean against the orange-tinted counter with its row of cupboards for confiscated belongings below the sink, that you have to write all this down. And even though you put it off for months, agonize for years, you know she's right. Â Quietly, desperately: in one medical appointment after another. Trepidatiously: to colleagues. Searchingly: in interviews. Increasingly loudly. In a book? With the world? Â A disorder hijacks your life and becomes an obsession. Know thine enemy. Chart in minute detail the way it wrecks you and seek out every aliquot of information out there. Butt up against the conÂstricting limits of human understanding, smash yourself against that wall and seek instead to map the contours of collective ignorance. Know the unknowns of thine enemy, learn them by heart. Because even if you never best it, never loosen its grip on your existence, at least your best attempt at understanding will give you some semÂblance of agency. Â No one wants this crap illness that masquerades as personal failing. I had no desire to plumb its depths. The struggle to funcÂtion leaves me little capacity to do so. But in the end I had no choice. I approached this enemy I barely believed in the only way I knew how: as a reporter. I took a topic about which I knew nothing and sought somehow to know everything. I talked to people in search of answers and mostly found more questions. Â Personal experience has made me more invested in addressing the gross inequities depression exacerbates, in hammering home the human, societal, economic costs. The depth of depression's debilitaÂtion and our reprehensible failure to address it consume me because I'm there, spending days paralyzed and nights wracked because my meds aren't good enough. But this isn't some quixotic personal projÂect that pertains to me and no one else. Depression affects everyone on the planet, directly or indirectly, in every possible sphere. Its very ubiquity robs it of sexiness but not urgency. I found this in every interview I did, in every article I read, in every attempt I made to sort out how the fuck this can be so bad and so badly unaddressed. Â This book is also my way of exorcising endless guilt at having been so lucky--to have benefited from publicly funded inpatient and outpatient mental health care; to have maintained, for the most part, employment; to have had patches of insurance lighten the burden of paying for years of drugs. This shouldn't be the purview of the privÂileged but it is. We fail the most marginalized at every level, then wonder why they worsen. Â I don't want to be the person writing this book. Don't want to be chewed up by despair so unremitting the only conceivable response is to write it. But I am. I write this because I need both life vest and anchor, because I need both to scream and to arm myself in the dark. Maybe you need to scream, to arm yourself, too. Excerpted from Hello I Want to Die Please Fix Me: Depression in the First Person by Anna Mehler Paperny All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.