Kyle Shaft's Story

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Kyle Shaft's Story

My story begins with a panic attack that changed my life for ever. I honestly don’t remember why the first panic attack happened, but it was the most excruciating moment of my life at that time. All I can remember is that I couldn’t breathe and my whole body was numb. Some time passed and one day depression hit me. At first. I thought that it was sleep deprivation but it was much more serious. Then the panic attacks started occurring more and more and got to the point where I was unable to control them. They got so bad I just wanted the pain to stop. I started to plan. I knew what the easiest, most accessible way to take away the pain and that was the right concoction of pills that would take away the pain forever. I cleaned my room, took a shower, and then laid all the pills that I was going to swallow out on my bed. Then all of a sudden a voice said to me go to the hospital and get the help you need. I was afraid and alone and didn’t know what to do. I ended up going to the hospital and getting myself back together slowly but surely. To this day I am thankful that I didn’t kill myself because I have a life that is worth living. 

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Schizoaffective and Anxiety

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Schizoaffective and Anxiety

This seems like a good forum to talk about my illness.  I feel kind of uncomfortable doing it so publicly, but I’ve also always wanted to share about it with other people who have experienced similar things.  

I’m 34 years old, and was recently enrolled in a PhD program in English, but my social anxiety combined with schizoaffective disorder made it too hard.  My friend thinks that it was the program itself, and the lack of faculty support, that led to my dropping out, but I think it was really my illness.  Although my schizoaffective disorder has at times made me psychotic, and led to two episodes when I was really sick - I had a bad case of ideas of reference, and had a lot of religious delusions and hallucinations - my social anxiety has been with me longer, and I feel it has affected my life in worse ways than the schizoaffective.  I take anti-psychotic medication for the schizoaffective, which kind of controls the weirder thoughts, the feelings of ideas of reference and things like that, but I’ve never found a medication that could help very much with the social anxiety.  At times, because of the social anxiety, it has felt like my life is growing more narrow.  I know that I’m in this transitional phase where I’m not in school and unemployed, but I’m finding it harder doing regular things, like leaving my apartment or talking to other people or going grocery shopping.  Even going to movies, which I usually like, has been hard when the theater is full.  Sometimes just going outside my apartment for a cigarette is like a victory, but other times it feels so sad.  I’ve also always been uncomfortable around strangers, but lately I’ve even felt uncomfortable around my family.  So I’m worried that this social anxiety is affecting my life so strongly, and it makes me sad and angry and worried.  

I’ve been seeing a psychiatrist who wants me to try cognitive-behavioral therapy, but I’m skeptical and haven’t been doing the twenty-minute meditations twice a day that she recommended.  Maybe I’m just lazy.  I don’t see how focusing on my breath is going to help with something I’ve had since the late 90’s.  But who knows.  

I hope talking about my social anxiety will help other people who struggle with it to feel less alone.  In some ways it’s such a terrible illness, because people interpret it as shyness or introversion or aloofness, when really it’s just this terrifying fear of other people.  I know it’s completely irrational, but I don’t feel like I have very much control over it.  I’m worried that finding a job will be hard because of it, but I’m working with an organization that helps people with disabilities find jobs, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to find something.  If I do, maybe I will post here again to let you know.  

Thanks for listening/reading.           


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Still fighting

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Still fighting

i have dealt with depression for damn near all my life always being a loner not caring to have many friends and sit in a dark room and listen to music.. this is true even now but as a survivor of multiple suicide and self harm going on 5 years sober and still fighting the good fight. I’m also a amateur mma fighter he helps keep my mind clam and sharp the skills i learned have helped me over come self esteem problems and helped me deal with ptsd.. my coach says im his hero and says i help keep him motivated i love him as my brother.. having bipolar disorder and anxiety disorders its like a constant battle with my own mind im strong by the love of my wife and children they are my life and gave me the strength to over come my addictions and stay focused on my road to recovery.. in this journey i have spread my story across my state and helped inspire hope and help end stigmas that may be placed in there heads about people with mental illnesses and substance abuse.. i am a husband a father and a marine and above all i am not my diagnoses and i have a voice and it will be heard    


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My Story about My Depressive illness

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My Story about My Depressive illness

I’ve been battling depression and anxiety for much of my life.

I know that depression can be a dark place and that many may feel isolated or lost.

I believe that I can bring a sense of hope and purpose in sharing my personal battles with depression.

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Zoning Out And Depression

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Zoning Out And Depression

I have supported my friend with her depression for about 4 years but one aspect of the depression that I was not expecting was her dissociation, or as we call it, zoning out. It has been an ongoing problem for the last couple of years and happens most days, for different periods of time. It is a defense mechanism where her body appears to shut down to a certain extent when she is getting particularly worked up, stressed, anxious or sad. We have since found out that this is actually quite common in people who have depression.

When my friend is zoned out she is still able to do things but she has no conscious recollection or control over what she does during these periods. She can be zoned out from a matter of minutes up to around 12 hours. We are still unclear what she does during these periods however we know she wanders and regularly ends up in a place where she does not know, often quite dangerous places, like on a bridge or railway lines, but also in very peaceful places. She has spent nights outside without appropriate clothing, money or her phone. This makes her incredibly vulnerable and has been very challenging not only for her but the few of us who are supporting her as well.

The doctors have been unable to help with the dissociation and therefore this is still an ongoing problem in which we do not know how to resolve. It is also having huge impacts on her treatment as she gets anxious about appointments, zones out and misses the appointments which then leads to her being discharged from treatment groups, therapy sessions or just never actually being able to attend them. Due to this it means that her overall treatment has really been halted until this issue is sorted.

When my friend first started zoning out it was truly awful. None of us knew what it was and she was so distressed each and every time she came around from it. She would ring us up from a location that she often did not recognise and we had to try to calm her down and get her safely back home. She was petrified at the lack of control and not understanding what or why it was happening.

As friends and onlookers of the situation, it was, and still is a very stressful experience. When we did not understand what dissociation was we would get extremely worried and panic about why our friend was not responding to our endless texts or phone calls or why she was not doing anything on Facebook. It was not like her at all. For hours we would keep texting each other hoping and praying that our friend had contacted one of us. We would call her housemates to see if she was home and we would check news sites just incase this was it and she had gone ahead with killing herself.

Then all of a sudden we would get a terrified phone call, she had come around and was confused, alone and had no idea where she was. We would all be relieved to hear from her but it was so challenging trying to calm her down and reassure her.

The more she zoned out the more used to it we all got. We learnt ways to try to track her and got better at calming her down and getting her back safely. However, the more we knew the more we had to worry about. We knew she was wandering, often at night around a big city by herself. We did not know what state she was in when she was like this and we were constantly worried that someone would take advantage of her. We were also concerned as she often went out without coats or shoes. When she came around she would be freezing and sometimes unable to speak due to the coldness. Sometimes she did not have her phone or money with her so we either did not know about it until she returned home or we would often have to try and get her home for free if she had no money.

She also possessed a risk to others as when she zoned out she would stop whatever task she was doing and leave her property. This meant that she regularly left the gas on, food in the oven, and left the door to her property wide open or with keys left in the lock. This was a huge concern for her housemates as they did not know what state the house would be left in or how safe they were there.

The most worrying thing was that she sometimes found herself in dangerous locations. This combined with her coming around confused, distraught and angry that she has zoned out again provided a very bad combination and put my friend at a lot of risk. Although we could track her to some extent she often disappeared and this meant we had no control over helping her.

One slight positive was that although she would sometimes turn up in dangerous locations, she would also regularly turn up in very peaceful locations. It was almost like her body shut out all the stress and went to find somewhere to calm herself down. We felt that the zoning out took her away from danger in one respect as it would occur when she was working herself up and likely to harm herself and then by the time she would come around there was a possibility that she would be exhausted and just want to get home. So in one way it saved her from the potential risk she caused herself but in other ways it put herself and others in danger.

About the Author:

Mu has struggled supporting her depressed/suicidal friend over the years and decided to start up a blog to share her experiences and highlight what supporting someone with a mental illness is really like. 

Twitter: twitter.com/MuMoody

Facebook: facebook.com/mumoody

Blog: moodymu.com

Email: mu@moodymu.com


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