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Crying in public

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About a month ago, I thought I was going to spiral into another episode. Was it anxiety? Depression? Or baby hormones? Who knows. What was bugging me? I am not sure — or I was sure, but unwilling to admit it.

I lost motivation to get up in the morning. My body ached from head to toe. I looked at things that used to inspire me, such as calligraphy, and I turned away. I was not even hungry – which was strange beyond comprehension for someone who is pregnant. I was irritable. I had tears rolling down my cheeks in the middle of the afternoon, sitting in a café. I stared at the computer screen and did not know what I was doing. 

What happened?

It was not that I think life is not worth living. I just found it exhausting to stay alive.

All my energy was used in maintaining my breaths, and making sure that there was money to buy food because, at least, PLPL needed to eat.

I was like moss and lichen, stuck on a boulder. Damp, surviving, holding on, but to no real reason.

Maybe, it had to do with hard facts hitting me in the face, that I was mediocre. I have no pedigree. The world will be what it would be, and I would have no legacy left behind.

Even going back to my mission in life – to make this world a mentally healthy place – brought no relieve.

I wanted to run away, escape, but I felt like I had nowhere to go.

My head whirled with thoughts, and as each thought came about, more catastrophes jigsawed itself into pictures in my mind, as if they would be the reality.

The irony of such trying moments, is that intellectually and rationally I needed to seek help. Emotionally, I could not bring myself to do so. I was ashamed that I would be going into a depressive mode when all I worked for was to help others stay out of it. I was guilty I was being a burden on my family and friends. I was going against everything I preached. Such is the state of a depressed person.

 

 

Knowing that I had exhausted my own remedies, I reached out to a friend. And she knew that by the time I spoke to her, I was in critical state. She coaxed me into finally getting in touch with my therapist again. I talked for an hour. I felt more contained, a system was in place to help. My utmost thanks for saving my life again.

The first step, a monumental first step for someone in that emotional state, was to accept the emotions I was feeling and to ask for help.

The help is there. I had to reach out for it. Today I am better.

Hence also borne the idea of an online social media campaign in conjunction with Bearapy, my work identity, and to support WHO’s World Health Day on April 7. The theme this year is “Depression: Let’s Talk.”

And how do we talk or share, unless we can own up to our real emotions, those that bring us fear of judgment, rejection, shame, guilty, resentment, embarrassment….?

I was a living case just a month ago.

Stay tuned for more details on April 7 to help support my campaign and raise awareness in the community about depression and mental health!

4 Responses

  1. Tony B says:

    “I was like moss and lichen, stuck on a boulder. Damp, surviving, holding on, but to no real reason.”

    That really hit me because it’s exactly how I feel right now.

  2. Jim says:

    Wow. Just wow. I am glad you found help. I hope you will let me know how I may support your campaign.

    • Noch Noch says:

      Thanks Jim – I am posting a new blog about the campaign. Basically, please repost what I post on social media from tomorrow on and comment on the bear photos! Love for you to help and share!!!!
      NochNoch

about Noch Noch

Enoch Li, (pen name: Noch Noch) is born and raised in Hong Kong and Australia. She has also studied / worked / lived in the US, France, UK, Japan, The Netherlands, China, and has travelled to more than 40 countries. She loves travelling and her curiosity in foreign cultures and languages has led her to enjoy her life as an international executive in the banking & finance industry. However, she was forced to take time off work in 2010 due to her illnesses and after spending time in recovery, cooking, practising Chinese calligraphy, reading and writing – in short, learning to take care of herself and letting out the residual work stress, she has transitioned into a Play Consultant for corporates interested in creative change management and employee well-being using the psychology of playfulness.