My Depression, My Addiction[This may sound a bit like a HoF speech, and I suppose it is, just not for nicotine]
It occurred to me today that before joining KTC I had been ready to quit for a long time. I know how that sounds, but I truly did not want to use nicotine, and using it actually caused me a great deal of anxiety, but I just couldn't
let myself quit.
Before I get into what I mean by that, for those of you who aren't aware, the rate of physician suicide is extremely high. 400 doctors, the size of an entire medical school, kill themselves every year in America. That is a rate 2-4x the national average. It would mean a great deal to me if, when you have the time, you read an article or two about the subject. Here are a few that stood out to me:
http://www.slate.com/articles/health_an ... _fear.htmlhttps://afsp.org/our-work/education/phy ... revention/http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2 ... ut-it.htmlThe medical profession is often glorified but in reality it's much like quitting. Some days you do something right, even something small, and feel like you made a real difference in someone's life. Part of you starts to think that maybe every day will be that way, and then suddenly you are doing chest compressions and watching life leave your patient's eyes as he take his last agonal breaths, and even though you and the 15 other people in the room did everything you possible could it absolutely destroys you.
I have not yet had the privilege of understanding what it means to have a life fully in my hands, but I have already experienced some of the emotional roller coaster that comes with such a responsibility. My worst moments were almost exclusively in the throes of a major depressive episode. If you aren't familiar with what major depressive disorder is, you should look it up and/or just be thankful that you haven't met the beast first-hand, because for me quitting at its worst moments is what major depression is like 24/7. What makes depression so much worse, in my opinion, is that you don't have something to blame like nicotine. Instead, depression makes you blame yourself.
I did just that, and my self-image went to absolute shit. It stayed that way even once the SSRIs started doing their job. I couldn't make relationships work, even with the most selfless of women (a busy med student's dream) because I didn't feel I deserved to have one. I stopped lifting because I just didn't feel like going anymore (anhedonia/loss of interest in activities from which one once derived pleasure). My diet tanked. I developed insomnia, which made me miss classes, which caused me to develop an anxiety about accidentally sleeping through classes, which worsened my insomnia.
I couldn't quit nicotine because I felt like I didn't deserve to quit. I was fine being addicted to that shit because I viewed myself, despite what I have accomplished in life and all that I have to be thankful for, as largely a failed human being. I could not stack up to my classmates intelligence-wise, my friends were more in shape than I was, normal people didn't have the sleep/diet/exercise issues I did, etc. Depression made me feel like nicotine was God's way of patting me on the back... "It's okay med, you fucked your life up but we have this tin to help you deal with that." If you look back to my Day 1, you'll see that I still firmly believed just a couple of weeks ago that nicotine was merely a study crutch gone wrong, that I didn't truly need it and that it sort of just seeped into my life. Now that I have some distance from it, however, I realize I have been lying to myself. I needed it. I thought it was the only "good thing" I had in my life. Many of you would say "what about family and friends?" Depression takes them away from you. It convinces you that you are not loved by your family, that you have no true friends, and that you are on your own. It isolates you and forces you to marinate in your own toxic thoughts. Only now that I am able to look back do I understand how vulnerable I was to turning to one substance or another to soothe my aching soul.
Mental illness is an awful thing. I do deserve to quit. We all do. Nicotine wasn't something I needed, just something I could use to punish myself further. With my history of depression, I don't think I will ever be truly safe from nicotine. It is a constant threat and needs to be treated as such. If the day comes when I find myself once again walling myself off from everyone I care about, I sincerely believe that the bonds I've formed here already will be strong enough to break those walls down even if I'm fighting to keep them up the whole time. KTC necessitates accountability, accountability necessitates interaction, and interaction is the key to beating depression.
On a happier note, the contrast between who I was when I was that shadow of a person and who I am now is stark. Since I posted Day 1:
- I've lost 5 lbs.
- I work out almost every day, and it's because I WANT to.
- I'm sleeping 7-9 hours a night.
- I went on a first date this weekend. We are going out again within the next week.
Thank you to KingNothing, Grievous_Angel, RDB1972 and ChristopherJ for getting me started here... I wouldn't have made it without you guys. Thank you to everyone here for helping me quit chewing, and for helping me learn to love myself again. I've missed it.