Category: Self Care

Neurofeedback Session #1: Will Practice Really Make Perfect?

Today was my first scheduled Neurofeedback session which arrived with a great deal of anticipation, anxiety and rumination as I have spent the past 2 weeks since I was last there talking myself out of doing it for fear that it would result in another failed attempt at recovery and further hopelessness. So it should be of no surprise to you that as Rich drove me to my appointment this morning he needed to pull the car over while I was in the midst of having a panic attack that caused me to throw up at the side of the road.

Feeling a shred of relief we eventually arrived (only a bit late) at the clinic still feeling anxious, dizzy, overwhelmed and weak (which is probably not the best way to start off) but I sat down in the waiting area where I was given a glass of water to drink and Rich went and got me a bagel from Tim Hortons while I attempted to calm myself down. Once he got back we were escorted into one of their “training” rooms and we were briefed on what the session would look like (Rich was allowed to stay and observe the entire session, which he thought was really neat!).

It all sounded pretty darn cool even if I only understood half of what the technician was telling us (he has been patiently walking me through this process from my first phone conversation we had about a month ago). But even if much of the information we were receiving was a little bit too “sciency” for me there is simply no denying from watching the expressions on the technician’s face and listening to the enthusiasm and passion in his voice that he truly believes in this concept and that he honestly cares about my wellbeing and that he sincerely loves the work that he does. That has to give anyone hope, right?

This first session was purely a learning curve, figuring out what may work for me and what may not which included so many variables, some of which are very technical right down to the musical overtures playing as my brain is being rewarded. It may even take a few sessions to play around with several of these concepts like to what degree the program is set at in order to challenge my brain, but from just one session I definitely knew what didn’t work for me, including the musical selection, so next session I will try more calming sounds of a harp!

I really don’t know how to truly explain how Neurofeedback actually works because I am honestly still learning and figuring out how the hell it can work or better yet will it work for me but to put it in layman’s terms one might compare it to the “high” we get from playing the slots in Vegas or our favorite video game from the comfort of our couch. The slot machines are programmed to reward you a certain percentage in order to keep you excited and make you want to continue playing with its positive reinforcements. Same is true in most video games where each time you reach a new level the bells and whistles go off which will also keep you excited and wanting to continue playing.

Essentially when my brain is being rewarded with those same auditory and visual rewards as that of the slots and video games it’s getting positive reinforcement and retraining your brainwave patterns in an irrefutable manner. I’m still very unsure about whether or not continuing with this treatment is doable right now after the toll its taken on me both physically and mentally these last couple of weeks but either way it looks like I could achieve an honorary Master’s degree in Psychology and my PHD in Neuroscience if nothing else!

Quoting John Lennon

You’ve probably heard this famous quote by John Lennon before, you know the one where he sings to his beautiful boy that “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”, a quote that seems to have become a self-contradiction in my own life. And what better time of year to reflect upon this quote than the beginning of a new year when everyone around you is busy making plans, setting new goals and looking toward their future.

You see making plans, setting goals and looking toward the future have not been an easy feat for me over the last 4+ years and that is why during this time of year I have stopped pressuring myself to do so because well you can probably figure the reasons out for yourselves by now (see blog New Year’s Resolutions & Depression, Dec 14, 2017). Sure I may do all those things on the exterior to give my life a false sense of direction or purpose but in doing so, it only seems to backfire leaving me feeling a further perception of hopelessness and failure.

This New Year’s is one that I won’t soon forget that’s for sure. While getting ready for bed the other night and anticipating the final day of 2018 both my husband and I simultaneously fell ill with an acute stomach bug (we are so insync!) that kept us up for the remainder of the night and asleep for the remainder of 2018. Such is life and there was nothing either of us could do about it but accept it for what it was; a very shitty end to a very shitty year (but at least I didn’t have to feel guilty this time for ruining our New Year’s plans all by myself since he was an equal participant!).

If I have learned anything throughout my journey it’s that life is so unpredictable and some things are just beyond our control and ya basically “life is what happens to you while your busy making other plans”. When I reflect upon the last 24+ hours I simply just want to laugh until I can cry no more. How am I supposed to feel any type of positive emotions as we move into 2019 when I continue to feel like I’m always being punched in the stomach (which is ironically how I do feel right now from having the flu)?

I just want so badly to believe that this was not another evil or cruel sign of what’s to come as the new year begins. I just want so badly to believe others when they offered their kind words and support yesterday, wanting me to believe that it is not another evil or cruel sign but instead a sign of a new beginning, a fresh start, a cleanse if you will. I just want so badly to feel hopeful as the new year begins and I just want so badly to believe in myself again. Is that really too much to ask knowing that life is going to continue to happen no matter what plans we try and make?

I Bought Myself A Present

It may very well just be another one of the latest fads or gimmicks or maybe it’s just another aesthetically pleasing decorative piece that sits on your desk at work, your fireplace mantel or on your bedside table collecting dust but either way I figured I have nothing left to lose so I bought myself a Pink Himalayan Salt Lamp.

A Himalayan Salt Lamp is a hand-carved solid block of Himalayan pink salt crystals which have been hollowed out to allow for a light bulb to be placed inside in order to release heat and light. The lamp’s intended purpose is not that of an ordinary lamp because the chunks of salt are meant to produce negative ions and releases many positive effects on indoor air which may help to enhance your quality of sleep, reduce cold and asthma symptoms, purify and cleanse the air, raise your energy level, and its pinkish glow is said to help reduce anxiety and produce a calming feeling which of course can be very therapeutic and mood enhancing.

I have found myself struggling to write lately as I have been even more distracted than usual and my mind is beyond cluttered so I decided to place my new lamp in the most central part of my home for now where I spend the most time and where I do most of my writing and I also figured this way everyone else could benefit from it as well.

At the end of the day it’s probably not going to cure my mental health issues but after a few days of it sitting on top of my fireplace mantel I was able to find a way to start writing these words (even if only for a moment) and maybe just maybe it will one day (sooner than later) help me to replace the toxic blue light source I so fondly depend on until the wee hours of the night with its beautiful pink light source in order for me to get a good night’s sleep.

Neurofeedback Results; My Brain is Stuck & Exhausted

It’s been just over a week since I went for my Neurofeedback Assessment and had scheduled my follow up appointment for today.  It gave me an entire week to talk myself out of going to the appointment, ruminating and incessantly telling myself “what’s the point?”  In my mind this is just going to be another failed attempt at my recovery, another reason for self-doubt and another cause to lose more hope.  But the problem was that I had scheduled the appointment specifically around my husband’s work schedule so that he could come with me which basically meant that there was no turning back.

Upon arriving at the clinic we met with one of the resident psychologists in a room with a very large tv screen on the wall that had larger than life pictures of my brain patterns on it.  He first began by presenting us with a great deal of clinical psychological and neuroscience mumble jumble information which too was displayed on the tv screen. Some of the information brought back memories of psychology 101 in University, but much of it went way over my head.  Once he switched focus to the screens which centered on my own personal results and were clearly labeled (for us regular folk) did it begin to sink in.

The results essentially showed that my brain is stuck and exhausted!  I could have told you that but probably not in such clinical terms! My “z-scores” (google it, I’m too exhausted to even try to explain properly) which indicates how many “standard deviations” an element is from the mean showed to be far greater than the norm in every category (too many categories to list).  They could also see from my brain patterns several reasons why traditional treatment with anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications have not been successful.

All of the results in their eyes were a “win-win” for potential success using Neurofeedback training to help with my recovery.  As they had mentioned last week to me they would like to start with 10 sessions and then re-evaluate my progress with 2 additional brain scans and compare them to the original results to see how I am doing in a clinical sense at that point.  They originally felt 2 sessions a week would be okay but upon calculation of the results they would prefer I try and start with 3 a week instead (which is very overwhelming).

Of course having my husband with me today meant that these appointments were to be on the calendar before leaving the clinic because my overwhelming hesitation and lack of decision making skills he saw on my face would have resulted in me walking out of there ruminating and incessantly telling myself “what’s the point?” right through to the New Year.  But instead, as of right now, Saturday January 5, 2019 has officially become my new “New Year’s Day”.

All I Want For Christmas…

Okay so maybe I don’t actually celebrate Christmas but who amongst us that doesn’t hasn’t at one time or another in their lives dreamt that they did?  I’m pretty sure that at some point in your childhood you wished that you were baking cookies for Santa Claus and leaving them for him to enjoy with a tall glass of milk or maybe you’ve dreamt of waking up on Christmas morning and running downstairs to open all the beautifully wrapped presents underneath the perfectly decorated tree that Santa left for you while you lay all snug in your bed.

But here’s the truth though, no matter how much many of us may exude with happiness and good cheer during the holiday season or get caught up in the Hollywood fantasies, only seeing the world around them in the colours green and red, there are many, many more of us who only see this time of year in the colour blue.  It doesn’t mean that you are by any means a “Scrooge”, it most likely means that the holiday season may intensify your already fragile being. And even though I don’t celebrate Christmas I find that this time of the year is particularly triggering for me so you can only imagine how someone like myself who is suffering with depression and anxiety may feel when they are in the throes of it all.

This time of the year places a lot of increased and sometimes unrealistic demands on people both emotionally and financially and many of us succumb to the pressure of it all leaving little to no time to take care of ourselves.  And then there are those of us who may also be feeling especially lonely and vulnerable as well.

For me my triggers aren’t necessarily about the increased obligations or the financial demands, it’s more about an inner loneliness and vulnerability amplified by the sights and sounds of the holiday season that precipitate many happy and sad memories and emotions.

Either way, if someone you know is suffering with depression and anxiety this holiday season make sure to show them extra kindness, reassurance and understanding.  Help them by acknowledging their feelings (not ignoring them) and be cognizant as to how difficult it may be for them to commit to or participate in the overwhelming, pre-planned commitments with family and friends.

If they aren’t able to be with you for the holidays make sure to reach out to them in other ways and letting them know you are thinking of them.  And remember that if they do join in on some of the festivities and are seemingly enjoying themselves it does not take away from the fact that like myself, they too are probably “smiling through their depression” (see blog; When Depression Smiles, June 10, 2018) and still in need of that extra kindness, reassurance and understanding.

We have all heard the saying before “Christmas is the season of giving, not receiving”.  And giving someone a small token of your love who may be suffering during the holiday season or maybe even a small gift that shows that extra bit of kindness or reassurance and understanding can really help them transition through it a little bit easier and a little bit more comfortably.  So why not try a token or gift that shows all that and more; a token or gift of self-care. This may include; an inspiring adult colouring book; a massage; some essential oils or lotions to help relax the mind and body; some beautifully scented candles; a salt lamp; a journal or book of healing or maybe even a comfy pair of pyjamas or fluffy socks.  And I bet that as you are reading this Santa and his elves are busy at the North Pole right now wrapping up lots of these presents for your loved ones helping to make this holiday season a little bit brighter and a little bit gentler for everyone.