It was exactly this time of year, 31 years ago, that I put a loaded gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Many people find that they are depressed during this time of year. I’ll leave the formal explanations to mental health professionals. I know only my own experience.

 

In the United States, Thanksgiving falls on the fourth Friday in November and Christmas comes along about a month later. Families gather. There’s loads of great food. This time of year, we’re told, repeatedly and at great volume, that we’re supposed to be happy. The holidays have become so commercialized that they’re hardly recognizable. Spend money. Eat a lot of food. Be happy.

 

But what if you’re not happy? Well, something has to be wrong with you. And it has to be you because everybody else seems so happy.

 

In 1982, I was deep in the throes of bulimia. I felt trapped. I was unhappy. The only glimmer of joy, the only hint of accomplishment and pride, came when I rode to the hounds a few weeks before my suicide attempt. But, when you ride a horse, you eventually have to dismount. When my feet hit the ground, every bit of joy, every shred of pride and accomplishment vanished. What was wrong with me?

 

I was miserable. But it was the holiday season and everyone around me seemed so happy. How could I explain my feelings to my family and friends? I felt that I couldn’t. So I didn’t. I know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that if I had asked for help I would have received it. But I did not.

 

I have no regrets about the choices I’ve made in my life. I’ve come out in a place that’s better than I ever could have imagined. But I’ve come to that place at a high price. I’ve caused pain to friends and family. And I can’t apologize to my mother and father. They no longer walk this earth. But I’m not sure I could have apologized to them when they were alive, Daddy, maybe, Mama, probably not. We never spoke of what I did. So maybe this is the best and only way I can reconcile my past actions with the person I am now, at least to my parents. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you all those years ago. Please know that I am happier now than I ever thought I could be. And I love you both.

 

Don’t put yourself or your family and friends through hell. If you feel depressed right now, ask for help. Don’t build up walls. Be open. Talk about your feelings. Ask for help.

 

If you can’t bring yourself to ask family and friends to help you, there’s another option. The crisis hot line is available 24/7. It’s anonymous and it can help. You can call 1-800-273-8255or visit http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/.

 

Do it. Life is a wonderful gift. Stay alive. Stay alive and ask for help.

7 thoughts on “Why is this time of the year so difficult?”

  1. Thanks Jane. Writing this piece has a story behind it. Early this morning, I started out to write a paragraph before sharing a post on Facebook. A friend is giving away a copy of my book to anybody who spends over a certain amount in his online store between now and Christmas. It was his post that I was trying to share. Obviously I forgot what I was doing because the result was this. I’ve never written something in one sitting. One day maybe, but one sitting? Nah. I wrote like a woman possessed. 🙂

  2. Andrea from Berlin

    Dear Sue, thank you for sharing this. I am so happy that you overcame this crisis. I believe in energy and I have the feeling that your parents – even if they are not walking on this world anymore – feel and are relieved that you are better now. They know…Im am sure. Thank you for sharing your story with the world. I am sure it helps people who are isolated in a crisis similar to yours to understand that they are not alone. And you offer a contact…. a neutral one…where they can adress to. I find it so brave of you to share this with all of us. Thank you one more time. Love from Berlin, Andrea

  3. Sue, I’m so sorry you didn’t get help years ago, but sometimes it is too difficult to ask for it. Unfortunately, people often don’t know what it is like to suffer from depression. You can’t just “Snap out of it,” as some demand.

    You have a powerful message that people can overcome depression. Good luck with your book.

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