"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Monday, October 26, 2015

Fighting The Invisible Monster

Possibly the worst thing about my anxiety/depression  is what I call "the horrors". It might be more accurate to call them "the terrors", but the horrors, with its shades of  Heart Of Darkness and Apocalypse Now, has always felt more appropriate.

The feeling may be best summed up in an image. The Scream might be the most famous example, but what really comes to mind is a drawing, ubiquitous in old horror comics - the face of the hapless victim, pouring with sweat, eyes wide upon finally seeing the monster that's been hunting them for the last couple of pages. I know that feeling, intimately and horribly. For me, though, is what seems like the ultimate unfunny joke - the monster is invisible.

This has been the most frustrating thing for my loved ones, I think - seeing a person frozen in blind terror at something that can't be seen, heard or otherwise perceived. It's frustrating for me, too. This is not something I'd signed up for, this nameless, faceless, free-ranging annihilation anxiety that's beaten my quality of life to a pulp. It's not something easily understood by people who haven't been there. Trying to explain this miserable internal state is fairly pointless, and not something I do well. Indeed, I hate writing about it at all. It makes me nervous.

The only reason I mention it today is because I have found what seems to be a little relief, and I want to write it down, make some catalogue of minor success. I've tried many things over the years, but aside from taking a particular SSRI  (which worked all right until it gave me OCD and chronic sleep-paralysis) and a combination of COQ10, barley grass powder and yoga (which worked like a charm throughout the summer of 2002, before running out of steam), most things haven't made enough headway to make them worth noting.

I'd tried binaural beats with some small success, but when I came across  isochronic tones, I felt my response was much stronger. About 6 weeks ago, I started listening to theta wave isochronic tones while sleeping, or even just sitting quietly, and noticed my anxiety was much less prominent afterward.
It's this one in particular I've been using while meditating or sitting quietly:

And this for sleep:


I've tried the Alpha, Gamma and Delta wave tones also and find Gamma and Theta to have the most positive effects. For me, anyway. While Alpha  is touted as a most beneficial type of brainwave, and I do find visualizing comes more easily while listening to the tones, I've found that my depressed feelings and despairing thoughts increase afterward. Delta has its own set of weird effects, which may be down to my peculiar brain chemistry. Whatever the case, my anxiety - though not gone - is reduced and I haven't had a real attack of The Horrors since beginning. Because of this I've been able to leave the house 4 times under my own power, organized my closet, made a Halloween costume and have turned in several blog posts in the last 6 weeks, after promising myself that I would do so -  which is sort of like climbing a mountain would be for a normal person. At this point, even if it's far from ideal or even average, I consider this a great improvement.

I'm going to stick with this pattern for another two weeks, then take a break and see if the reduction in anxiety continues. I've read that an overabundance of theta brain waves can lead to depression, but given that my depression and anxiety seem to be hideously intertwined, I'm grateful for a relief in at least one of those things. The fact is, I can't do much to help my depression when I'm frozen in terror. Or horror. Whatever.

Meditation is supposed to be an excellent tool to deal with anxiety, but lets's face it, I'm far from being an enlightened monk who can find inner peace amidst the constant, grinding fear. This might be meditation the easy way, tinned and ready for consumption, but between that and never getting better, I'm going to take it. The effects seem to be quite similar anyway. It's not so much fighting the invisible monster as dissolving it - like the koans say.

I will write an update at some time in the future. Meanwhile, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this could be a drug-free remedy for The Horrors at last.

Monday, October 12, 2015

The Secret Files of Victoria Phantasmagoria

Some people say (well, Malcolm Gladwell says, in Blink) that you can learn as much about a person by staring at their bedroom for 10 minutes as you could by knowing them for months.

I don't doubt this, actually, based on the idea that a person's bedroom is a private place, shared with only a chosen few.

It occurred to me to wonder if something similar could be judged by the contents of one's computer picture files. At the very least it would tell you about a person's interests and tastes, their hopes and dreams, much faster and perhaps more accurately than they themselves could.

With this in mind, I took a look at my own files:












Well, I suppose that about sums it up...