hmichellerose on Nostr: I am utterly convinced that a leading cause of depression is inflammation. Now there ...
I am utterly convinced that a leading cause of depression is inflammation.
Now there are books about this, I’ll drop some links in the comments, but also, I’ll tell you a story. This is a thing that has happened to me a few times, but this is the most recent and clear.
Wednesday evening, I’m starting to feel a bit of a sore throat coming on. I drink some water and try to get some sleep. At about 2am I wake up hot and with body aches, but I was woken up because I was having racing very dark thoughts. I woke up because I was suddenly in a depressive episode! Now this isn’t my first rodeo, so I knew what was happening and I also knew it was caused by the inflammation raging in my body. At first I tried some meditation and some breathing exercises. But it didn’t make a dent, the thoughts raced. You know the ones, “you’re a horrible person”, “nothing will work out”, “your life won’t be anything but suffering”, on and on.
When my initial strategies failed I woke my husband up and told him what was going on and asked him to help. He went and got me some Ibuprofen, I took it, had some more water, waiting a bit. Things calmed down. I went back to sleep. I woke up Thursday morning still sick, but without the racing thoughts.
Do any of you experience this at the start of an illness?
Now there are books about this, I’ll drop some links in the comments, but also, I’ll tell you a story. This is a thing that has happened to me a few times, but this is the most recent and clear.
Wednesday evening, I’m starting to feel a bit of a sore throat coming on. I drink some water and try to get some sleep. At about 2am I wake up hot and with body aches, but I was woken up because I was having racing very dark thoughts. I woke up because I was suddenly in a depressive episode! Now this isn’t my first rodeo, so I knew what was happening and I also knew it was caused by the inflammation raging in my body. At first I tried some meditation and some breathing exercises. But it didn’t make a dent, the thoughts raced. You know the ones, “you’re a horrible person”, “nothing will work out”, “your life won’t be anything but suffering”, on and on.
When my initial strategies failed I woke my husband up and told him what was going on and asked him to help. He went and got me some Ibuprofen, I took it, had some more water, waiting a bit. Things calmed down. I went back to sleep. I woke up Thursday morning still sick, but without the racing thoughts.
Do any of you experience this at the start of an illness?