Why Do You Have Sudden Depression And Stress?
Until a few weeks ago, I'd only been the victim of depression once before.
From what I'd read, depression crept up on you slowly and not necessarily with any reason.
However, about six weeks ago, I went to bed at the normal time.
Nothing seemed amiss.
I read for a while, turned out the light and went to sleep quickly.
Now, there was one event that was worrying me.
My thirteen year old daughter was admitted to hospital, because she'd passed out in the middle of one of her lectures.
That was three days ago and all I could glean from the damn doctors was that there was something 'not quite right in the old brain box.
' I'm afraid I rather hit the roof, pointing out that he was talking to a 43 year old adult male who's daughter was ill.
Would he please do me the kindness of treating me like an adult.
Oh, I realize that the poor bloke was trying out his bedside manner, but the long and the short of it was that, frankly, no-one knew what the problem was at the moment.
You can imagine that this worried me a great deal.
I awoke the following morning, scarcely able to climb out of bed.
I recognized it as acute depression, having had a bout before, but I crawled to the phone and managed to make an almost immediate appointment with my doctor.
It turned out to be depression, all right, but brought on by the sudden stress of my daughter.
Not only that, but of course the fact that no-one would tell me anything.
This unpleasant state of affairs didn't last long.
My own doctor, with whom I'm great friends, thank God, was a gentleman of decidedly uncertain temper.
As he saw it, and really he was perfectly correct, one of his patient's was being given the run-around and because of that, the patient, me, was ill.
He gave me very strong pain killers, and learned that the hospital in which my daughter was being treated, had already made arrangements to have her transferred to another hospital which happened to be near by, thanks Heaven, and that specialized in brain surgery.
It turned out that the poor little mite had an aneurysm, a site too close to the brain for comfort.
It was most fortunate that she passed out as she did and that the doctors didn't waste any time in finding out what was wrong.
All was well and she made a full recovery.
I made my peace with the poor old doctor I'd savaged! The point was, though, that although I was worried when I went to bed that night, it was just a normal concern.
It must have built up during the night.
My own doctor made an appointment for me to see a psychiatrist, who in turn explained to me that you don't really know when stress is going to 'explode.
' This is why if you are in a stressful situation, you must rest as much as you're able and do something to try to take your mind off your problem, while at the same time doing all you're able to rid yourself of the stress.
From what I'd read, depression crept up on you slowly and not necessarily with any reason.
However, about six weeks ago, I went to bed at the normal time.
Nothing seemed amiss.
I read for a while, turned out the light and went to sleep quickly.
Now, there was one event that was worrying me.
My thirteen year old daughter was admitted to hospital, because she'd passed out in the middle of one of her lectures.
That was three days ago and all I could glean from the damn doctors was that there was something 'not quite right in the old brain box.
' I'm afraid I rather hit the roof, pointing out that he was talking to a 43 year old adult male who's daughter was ill.
Would he please do me the kindness of treating me like an adult.
Oh, I realize that the poor bloke was trying out his bedside manner, but the long and the short of it was that, frankly, no-one knew what the problem was at the moment.
You can imagine that this worried me a great deal.
I awoke the following morning, scarcely able to climb out of bed.
I recognized it as acute depression, having had a bout before, but I crawled to the phone and managed to make an almost immediate appointment with my doctor.
It turned out to be depression, all right, but brought on by the sudden stress of my daughter.
Not only that, but of course the fact that no-one would tell me anything.
This unpleasant state of affairs didn't last long.
My own doctor, with whom I'm great friends, thank God, was a gentleman of decidedly uncertain temper.
As he saw it, and really he was perfectly correct, one of his patient's was being given the run-around and because of that, the patient, me, was ill.
He gave me very strong pain killers, and learned that the hospital in which my daughter was being treated, had already made arrangements to have her transferred to another hospital which happened to be near by, thanks Heaven, and that specialized in brain surgery.
It turned out that the poor little mite had an aneurysm, a site too close to the brain for comfort.
It was most fortunate that she passed out as she did and that the doctors didn't waste any time in finding out what was wrong.
All was well and she made a full recovery.
I made my peace with the poor old doctor I'd savaged! The point was, though, that although I was worried when I went to bed that night, it was just a normal concern.
It must have built up during the night.
My own doctor made an appointment for me to see a psychiatrist, who in turn explained to me that you don't really know when stress is going to 'explode.
' This is why if you are in a stressful situation, you must rest as much as you're able and do something to try to take your mind off your problem, while at the same time doing all you're able to rid yourself of the stress.
