I hate ECT (electro-convulsive therapy). Even the sound of the phrase bothers me. I’ve never had it. "One Flew Over The Cookoo’s Nest" put me off it for life.But some people report it saved them. This morning I found this story via Twitter from @Schizophrenia88 - a blogpost from Back from Insantity (16 November 2009)
This was my comment:
"It’s wonderful to read this story, especially to hear that Mdm Ong has recovered from the bout of severe depression. Severe depression is so horrible. I know from my experience. I love to hear of people who have found a way to live on through and beyond the depression. Depression lifts, it moves on – but while it sat in me I could not believe it would ever go.
It helped that I could remember it had lifted last time. Like Mdm Ong, her first bout lifted too. The first bout is so cruel because you have no experience of depression lifting.
I wouldn’t dream of having ECT = electric stuff impacting on me. No thanks. For me, that’s a barbaric treatment that I’d like to see outlawed. However, I hear the story, I see that it worked in this case, and I celebrate that. Anything, well almost anything, that lifts depression is good enough.
It’s wonderful to get out of depression, exercise is fantastic I found. There is, of course, a much more detailed story to be told, maybe not in public. The story of the internal work Mdm Ong did on herself through talking with others, the process of addressing her self, deepdown… the process of sorting out whatever it is that has caused her to be vulnerable to severe depression.
I too am vulnerable to severe depression, always will be. Had about 8 bouts of severe depression. I feel fortunate to be alive to share the experience of surviving & keeping well. Thank you very much for sharing the story, and giving me this chance to comment. The writing of the comment has helped me. KeepWell
(@omaniblog on Twitter from Cork Ireland)"
Isn’t it good to talk about mental health?