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Self-Care Definitions

It used to be that when you said “self-care,” you were talking about spa days, shopping sprees, mani-pedis, indulgent desserts, or wine tasting. Or, as Marge Simpson so eloquently put it while ensconced in a bubble bath, “a banana fudge sundae! With whipped cream! And some chocolate chip cheesecake! And a bottle of tequila!”

Pretty quickly, that definition of self-care was recognized as a bougie, upscale fantasy available only to a wealthy person. Not to say that it isn’t relaxing or restorative, but it’s clearly not for the majority of those overwhelmed, traumatized, or otherwise suffering psychologically. They need something more than a beauty regimen and a spending spree.

A Better Definition

The next definition of self-care adds up to basic physical health and hygiene. You know, all the things you’re supposed to do to lead a healthy life: eat right, hydrate, get enough sleep, take showers daily, walk daily. And the things we’re supposed to do for mental health and hygiene: get outdoors, reach out to friends and family, take your meds, exercise, go to therapy, journal, practice affirmations.

All those actions and activities can help your mental health, it’s true. But they work best if you’re already fairly stable. There have been times in my life when all I could do was eat Cocoa Puffs and take my meds. When you can’t even get out of bed, telling you to get out of bed isn’t likely to work. It can even make you feel worse because you know you should do those things, someone’s telling you to do those things, and you’re so deep in the hole that you can’t do those things. Then you beat yourself up for that.

The Self-Care Box

I think that when it comes to self-care, you should start small. When you do begin to see a ray of light, take note of the things around you: comfort objects, things that have distracted you and pulled you out of your misery for even an hour or two in the past. Surrounding yourself with these items or knowing where to find them is, to me, a valid form of self-care.

I’ve seen recommendations that you prepare a self-care shoebox containing the things that soothe your five senses: ones that you can touch, taste, hear, see, or smell. That’s a good idea, but the things that soothe me don’t fit in a box, especially my blue blanket, my cat (just try to put a cat in a box not of his own choosing), a DVD player, and discs of The Mikado, The Pirates of Penzance, and The Three (and Four) Musketeers. I could probably fit a bag of ginger snaps in a self-care sensory box.

Instead, I just make sure I know where these things are. They’re all in my study (except sometimes the cat), which is, in effect, a large sensory box itself. My husband knows my self-care regimen and steps in as needed to provide the items I don’t have. And, after I’ve restored myself a bit, he’ll try to coax me out of the house with the promise of lunch at a favorite restaurant. Or even Waffle House, which is very close by and doesn’t require much effort, like getting out of sweatpants and into a skirt.

If you don’t have a study, keep your comfort objects in one room of your house: bedroom, living room, basement, rec room, or wherever. The important thing is to know where to find them when you need them.

Today’s Self-Care

I do journal, or at least I write in my blogs and post them weekly. When I’m overwhelmed, my schedule keeps me tied to the world. I know I have to have something written by Sunday at 10:00 a.m. It motivates me to get out of bed and kick my brain into gear. It’s less random than journaling, which can easily fall by the wayside. And if I’m still depressed, anxious, or overwhelmed, I can write about that. Thanks to my bipolar disorder, I have a ready supply of topics.

Right now, today, I have my blue blanket and my word processing program. The cat is in the doorway and likely to curl up on my comfy chair or my lap and sleep. I have a bag of ginger snaps on my desk and more nutritious things like fruit within easy reach. I’ve taken my morning pills, which live in a bag that hangs on the doorknob near my bed. I’m set for the day. I don’t need cheesecake or tequila.

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AI and Mental Health Concerns

I read a lot of news and commentary regarding mental health and mental illness. There are sources I return to again and again because of the quality of their reporting and the consistency with which they address difficult topics. Two of my favorite sites for timely information are The New York Times and MindSite News.

Here’s a brief look at what they’ve published recently on the topic of AI and how it impacts mental health.

AI as Therapists

AI in general, and chatbots in particular, are being used to assist human therapists or even take their place. It’s true that therapy bots and chatbots are available whenever a person needs their services. There’s no waiting for an appointment.

But what is happening during those “sessions”? Many of the therapy bots use “generative AI,” which means that they can answer questions with output they have gleaned from thousands of input sources available throughout the internet. There is at least one therapy bot, however, that uses responses that have been vetted by actual human therapists. It’s designed to provide discussions of a problem or emotion between in-person appointments. The user gets a hybrid therapy experience that includes follow-up questions, affirmations, or short lessons.

General-purpose chatbots like ChatGPT can respond to sensitive questions about topics such as self-harm with responses that may encourage such behavior. Teens have found ways to avoid the safeguards that chatbots are supposed to have regarding these topics.

One thing that therapy bots cannot do is offer a diagnosis. They may be better used for persons with mild symptoms.

Chatbots as Friends

AI chatbots can also take the place of sympathetic friends who can provide connection and conversation. Paradoxically, however, this can lead to greater isolation for users whose human contacts are replaced by AI. You can’t share a meal with a chatbot, although you can chat virtually on your phone while you’re in a café. (Not that I recommend this.)

Some chatbots provide companionship as they have conversations with users who feel isolated. There are drawbacks, however, as some of the bots offer paid upgrades to the program or in-app purchases, including “gifts” for the online “friend.”

AI and “Brain Rot”

“Brain rot” has become a euphemism for over-reliance on technology, including computers, smartphones, video games, and especially social media. While most of the concern is focused on children and teens, adults can be afflicted with brain rot as well. After all, grown-ups spend time online for work, communication, recreation, research, news, and other purposes. The working definition of brain rot is a condition of “deterioration of a person’s mental or intellectual state,” or associated with “engaging with low-quality internet content,” without reference to age.

Media, especially short-form video, can reduce a person’s attention span and lower academic performance. Interaction with social media has also been associated with emotional conditions such as depression, anxiety, stress, and loneliness. Experts warn that, so far, they’re talking about correlation rather than causation. That is, they haven’t proven that absorbing short-form video causes the negative results regarding reading, memory, and language, but it is associated with them.

Other Hazards of AI

There have been reports that a few people who use chatbots begin to suffer from delusions. Where before, a person might have eccentric thoughts, using a chatbot can escalate the person to paranoia, for example, or psychosis, suicidal thoughts, or even violent crimes.

ChatGPT faces lawsuits related to harmful outcomes when people use it. While the percentage of people experiencing these ill effects is small, the sheer number of people who use ChatGPT means that the number of people experiencing psychosis or mania may be quite high.

Other, less dire effects are also possible. People who live with anxiety, depression, or OCD can find that the chatbot may provide validation for their symptoms rather than encouraging them to face their problems. A chatbot can also fuel grandiose thoughts by reinforcing them. Or a troubled user may come to rely on the chatbot to help them calm down, which is less healthy than addressing the source of the person’s anxieties.

Of course, chatbots have many positive uses, and not all interactions with them will lead to problems. But both children and adults should monitor their use of chatbots to make sure they aren’t going too far “down the rabbit hole.” A “digital detox” can be good for both adults and children.

If you’re interested in exploring topics like these, you might want to consider subscribing to MindSite News at mindsite.org.

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Diagnosing Yourself

It’s hard enough for a mental health professional to properly diagnose someone. For someone with no training in psychology or psychiatry, it’s virtually impossible. Nonetheless, every day, there are people who decide that they are bipolar, or have autism, or ADHD, AuDHD, or some other diagnosis.

Many of them decide this based on the pop psychology that permeates our society. Some base their “diagnosis” on tests or surveys they take online. Perhaps others simply feel that the differences they see in themselves equal neurodivergence. It’s trendy, in other words.

Elizabeth M. Ellis, Ph.D., an ADHD specialist, wrote an article that was published in July 2025 in Medium, titled “No, You Don’t Have ADHD, and Here Are 5 Reasons Why.” I’ll summarize, in case you don’t have access to Medium.

Her five reasons are:

  1. ADHD is a neurodevelopmental Disorder. You do not “get” ADHD past the age of 12.
  2. You don’t have ADHD because part of the diagnosis is the fact that the symptoms of ADHD are evident in childhood.
  3. Functional Impairment. You do not have ADHD because you were/are not functionally impaired.
  4. ADHD has a chronic course with most cases persisting into adulthood, negatively affecting a person’s ability to use their strengths and abilities to live successfully. You have had a successful life. You do not have ADHD.
  5. Responding positively to stimulants does not mean that you have ADHD.

Basically, an adult who says they have ADHD is not familiar with what ADHD really is—the criteria for a diagnosis by a professional, when the condition appears, the impairments of ADHD that occur, and why taking ADHD medications that seem to make you more productive with less effort doesn’t mean you have such a disorder.

Why do people claim a diagnosis that they don’t actually have?

First, they may have a lack of understanding of what the condition is. They may think, for example, that ADHD makes a person extra-productive because they don’t get a “normal” amount of sleep. They like the idea that they are a genius who has turned the diagnosis to their advantage. Or they think that they have OCD because they are obsessively neat. They don’t know about the obsessive thoughts that are a hallmark of OCD, the reason for rituals other than cleaning, and the harm they fear will happen if they do not perform these rituals.

Similarly, they may believe they have bipolar disorder because their moods change quickly, sometimes more than once a day. But even ultra-rapid-cycling bipolar disorder doesn’t really work that way. What the person is feeling may be normal reactions to the world around them. They’re happy in the morning because they received a compliment on their work. They feel sad in the afternoon when a friend cancels a dinner date. But bipolar disorder, in general, means that moods change over days, weeks, months, or even years, often without a visible cause. The DSM lists the symptoms that go with bipolar disorder (and other disorders), how often they occur, how long they last, and how many of those symptoms add up to a diagnosis of bipolar disorder.

Most online quizzes that purport to diagnose whether you have any of these psychological or psychiatric disorders present questions that are superficial and shallow. They lack important elements. Even the depression screener that doctors’ offices now use ask how often a person feels a symptom and how long it lasts, and have a better chance of suggesting a possible diagnosis, and allow the doctor to interpret the results and advise the patient on what to do about it. Online quizzes can’t and don’t.

As far as I can tell, online quizzes regarding psychological issues are no more useful than those that ask what Star Trek character you most resemble or whom you should date. They may be interesting, but they are valueless. That’s why we have professionals and leave actual diagnosis to them.

And, for people who simply decide on a condition they think they have, they’re not merely inaccurate; they spread false ideas of what it means to have a psychological disorder. Their misunderstanding makes life more difficult for those who actually have the conditions.

Nor are online quizzes the only culprits. There are also TV shows that have neurodivergent characters. I suppose I should be grateful that neurodiversity is mentioned at all, but the portrayals are often caricatures. Autistic people are seen, but only as nonverbal children who act out a lot or as savant doctors. People with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities) are either sadistic killers or played for laughs. And I have yet to see a good portrayal of a person with bipolar. It would be awfully boring to have a show about a person who can’t get out of bed for weeks, then spends money or drives recklessly.

So, you’re not the person who can diagnose yourself. A psychiatric or psychological practitioner needs to do it. You might, of course, go to a psychiatrist and say, “Dr., I’m having these symptoms. Do you know what could be causing them, and can you help me deal with them?”

That’s the way to get diagnosed.

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Lifelong Meds?

I was in my 20s when I started taking Prozac. Now I’m nearing 70 and still taking SSRIs, though the names have changed over the years.

When I was first diagnosed with depression (which was before I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 and anxiety), I understood it to be a lifelong condition. When my diagnosis changed, I still thought of it as a lifelong disorder requiring lifelong treatment. So far, that has proved to be true. I have been on antidepressants ever since and fully expect to stay on them forever, or at least until a cure is at last found.

Recently, however, the New York Times published an article that examined whether the received wisdom was still true. Did someone, once prescribed antidepressants, whether for depression, OCD, PTSD, or another mental illness, have to continue taking them for the rest of their life? The article noted that the FDA’s approval of the drugs was based on trials that lasted only a few months. Other “in-depth” studies lasted two years or fewer. The Times also noted, “Current clinical guidelines do not specify the optimal amount of time they should be taken for.”

Many people stop taking antidepressants on their own, based on side effects and a dislike of them, the fact that the drugs seem to stop working (either fairly quickly or over the long term), or simply because they dislike taking pills. According to the Times, however, “The answer depends on your symptoms, diagnosis, response to the medication, side effects, and other factors—all things to discuss with a medical professional.” In other words, cold turkey isn’t the way to go. With psychotropic drugs such as benzos, it’s positively dangerous, and quitting antidepressants brings the risk of falling back into the depression you and your doctor were trying to alleviate. Tapering off the drug with the help of your prescribing physician is recommended.

And about those side effects—some disappear over time as the body gets used to the medication, but others, particularly annoying ones like weight gain, sexual dysfunction, and possibly increased heart symptoms, linger. A doctor can prescribe a different drug in hopes that the side effects will not be so severe, but they may only be similar or worse. Patients generally don’t like tinkering with their medication and having to wait weeks until the effects appear and the side effects disappear. It’s a tedious and discouraging prospect.

What do the clinical guidelines say? Experts say that antidepressants, once they work, should be taken for four to nine months. Any quicker than that, relapse may occur. To maintain the positive effects, they should be taken for two to four years. Taking them for longer periods is sometimes advised, depending on how long the depression lasted and whether the patient has had several depressive episodes. Long-term use depends on whether the illness has continued for a long time and whether the depression is very severe, causing hospital stays and a loss of the ability to perform daily functions.

All in all, says Dr. Paul Nestadt, the medical director of the Center for Suicide Prevention at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health, “I’m still of the opinion that, in people who have real depression, the benefits outweigh the risk.”

So, continuing to take antidepressants is really up to me and my doctor. At this point in my life, I see my doctor quarterly for a med check. We sometimes tinker with the dosages, based on my symptoms at the time, but for the most part, we stick with what has been working. As the saying goes, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” And since it ain’t broke, I’m content to keep taking my antidepressant (and other medications) for the foreseeable future.

Note: This post is not medical advice and should not be taken as such. Discuss medical questions with your physician, especially before stopping a medication.

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What’s the Future of Ketamine Treatment?

You’ve likely heard about the use of ketamine and other psychedelic drugs in the treatment of SMI. Many people have found it helpful for alleviating—though not curing—treatment-resistant depression and PTSD. Ketamine, long used as a surgical anesthetic, is given for mental health purposes via IV or injection as an off-label use or as an FDA-approved nasal spray, under the supervision of a doctor.

It’s that supervision of a doctor that’s proving to be a problem, now in Texas and perhaps in other states soon.

On December 3rd of this year, MindSite News Daily published a story about ketamine being under fire in Texas.

The state of Texas has permitted clinics to administer ketamine if they’re under the supervision of a licensed physician, such as an anesthesiologist—though not always one onsite. The off-site doctor sometimes has nurse practitioners, paramedics, or physicians’ assistants perform the actual procedure at the clinic. It’s a form of telemedicine. But a change in the rules, influenced by the Texas Medical Board and the Texas Society of Anesthesiologists, might mean that Texas clinics will have to have a doctor physically present.

It’s true that ketamine has been known to produce trance-like hallucinations or, in some cases, even heart failure. And it may interact with other medications like benzos that a patient may be taking. In non-medical circles, ketamine is known as a “party drug” referred to as “Special K.” And, naturally, no physician is usually present at these parties.

But when used correctly under the supervision of a professional, ketamine may result in a trance-like state that can even alleviate suicidal thoughts. Until now, Texas has been a leader in using psychedelics such as ketamine and exploring psilocybin or ibogaine to treat PTSD or MDD in particular. The number of veterans living in Texas makes this procedure especially needed.

I experienced ketamine recently, as an anesthetic after I broke my ankle in two places. The doctors seemed a little wary about giving it to me, given all my other meds. But they discussed it with me and I decided that it was better than being put all the way out.

Ketamine is definitely a psychedelic. When the drug hit, I began seeing everything as a series of see-through squares, like the kind of glass they use for bathroom windows, except they stretched and moved. It reminded me of the movie Minecraft, where everything is made of blocks. My husband watched as the doctor manipulated my foot in unpleasant ways. What I felt wasn’t pain—more of a stretching sensation that made me groan a bit. (My husband said that I cried out, but it didn’t seem like that to me.) That was probably when they hit me with another dose. Gradually, I came down, and the squares resolved themselves into emergency room curtains and assorted medical gear and people. Then I was trundled off to the operating room for more traditional anesthesia so they could put in some pins and plates.

All in all, it altered my perceptions for a short time, but at no time did I feel euphoric. It did its job in regard to pain, but had no lingering psychological effects that I could see. But then, the doses I received were calibrated for a specific purpose, which had nothing to do with my mental difficulties.

Would I have tried ketamine treatment for the medication-resistant depression I once had? I might have—at least if I had experienced its pain-relieving qualities. Having grown up in the 1960s, I was wary of psychedelics and their reported effects and dangers. Then again, I was ready to try ECT until another medication, added to what I was already taking, finally proved effective.

Then again, the off-label use is not likely to be approved by insurance, and I don’t have the kind of money a course of treatment would require. The nasal spray is a relatively new method of administration and is generally covered by insurance. So it’s highly unlikely that I would ever have agreed to ketamine treatment for my SMI, at least until a broken ankle introduced me to it.

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Staying Home

This is our house, and it’s pretty great. When I first saw it, I thought it looked like it had just grown up out of the earth. The main bedroom is large, and there are two smaller bedrooms that have become studies, one each for my husband and me. A great room. A deck. Over and under double ovens. Over and under space-saving washer and dryer. All electric. Over an acre of land, mostly woods, with lots of flowers in the front yard. Quiet cul-de-sac. A modern, new hospital practically within walking distance. A mall and other stores nearby. Close to my husband’s work, my doctor and PT, restaurants, and assorted other amenities.

I almost never leave my wonderful house.

Oh, I go out to doctor’s and PT appointments. My husband can occasionally get me to go out to have a meal. And I get out for other reasons from time to time.

But not often.

We have only one working car, and Dan needs it for work. He works in a big grocery/home goods store and does what shopping I can’t do online. I work from home, doing ghostwriting and editing, and take care of our financial matters online, too. I keep track of all our appointments and subscriptions. Anything that can be done on the phone or computer, I do. I’m not completely useless.

However, I stay home most of the time, living in pajamas or sweats. I know there are people with agoraphobia, movement disabilities, depression, and other conditions that keep them from going outside.

That’s not me. There’s no mental or physical reason I can’t leave the house, though there are limitations on how long I can stand and how far I can walk. These are (I hope) temporary. I do have an anxiety disorder, which may contribute to staying home, but back in the day, I used to travel domestically and abroad, sometimes with my mother or husband, or by myself.

There are excuses I use for not going out. Too much walking. Bad weather—heat, rain, snow, or cold. Fear of falling. My husband’s hours at work. Not having a car I can use when he’s at work. Errands that require only one person to do, such as getting the car’s oil changed.

Back in the day, Dan had a cat that was so chill he could ride in a car without causing a ruckus. When I didn’t want to run errands with him, Dan would scoop up the cat and say, “C’mon, Matches. You’re coming with me.” And off they’d go. I wasn’t properly treated for bipolar back then and had many profound depressive episodes. I knew this maneuver was directed at me, but I didn’t care.

If I do have to go out, we try to make it an occasion—having a meal out before or after PT, for example, if we have the money. I’ve been to a couple of special movies shown on the big screen, with dinner before or after. Visiting a friend in the nursing home and bringing her a gift or treat. But if I don’t have to go out, I simply don’t. And if I do go out, it had better be within five miles of our house.

So, the choices for why I stay home: I still have depressive spells that immobilize me; I still have anxiety that makes braving the world outside seem treacherous; I’m content to let Dan do everything that needs to be done elsewhere; or I simply prefer not to leave the cozy place where I have everything I need.

I would like to travel again, though. But that won’t happen until my purely physical problems are resolved. Until then, I’ll do the best I can inside four walls of safety.

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Time Out

It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, and I wanted to explain. I’ve been in and out of the hospital.

No, not the mental hospital. All this was purely physical. Well, it had certain effects on my mental health, but the reasons for my multiple stays were due to my body, not my brain or emotions.

It all started back in April, when I had my left knee replaced. This was a long-anticipated thing, necessitated by the fact that my knee was “bone on bone” (the doctor’s words) and the fact that the steroid shots were no longer working.

I will admit to having possibly unwarranted fears that I would wake up from anesthesia with mental deficits. I was assured that this had never happened. (I assume they meant while having a knee replacement, not ever. It has to have happened ever.) So I sucked it up and went under the knife, as the saying goes.

The operation went well. The aftermath, not so much. Time in the hospital, learning how to use a transfer board and walker. So far, so good. But when I went home, it turned out that I wasn’t healed sufficiently to be on my own. I fell. And kept falling. After one fall resulted in a pretty bloody shin, I was advised to go back to the hospital to make sure the artificial knee was still in its proper place. I then went to a post-acute care facility (nursing home), where it turned out I had an infection on my still-not-entirely-closed scar. I stayed and got PT.

Back home. No more falling (thanks, PT). But three days later, my leg swelled up from my toes to above my knee. I called the nurse hotline, and they advised me to go back to the hospital, where they determined that the fluid was not building up in my heart, as feared. Back to the rehab. I practiced walking and got to the point where I could (sort of) climb stairs.

Back home. Then I fell in my study and broke both sides of my ankle. Back to the hospital (fentanyl in the ambulance, ketamine anesthesia while they set it, and general anesthesia while they put in metal pins and plates). Back to the rehab, leg swathed in bandages and not allowed to put weight on it. (Ever tried standing while putting no weight on one foot? Don’t.) PT became interesting. The only way I could use a walker was with a knee sling, which is, at the least, awkward.

Finally, I got a boot and was able to put some weight on the foot. PT went better from then on, and after a while, they took the boot off and allowed me to put full weight on the foot. Eventually, I came home.

While I was at the rehab, I didn’t take my laptop. In addition to the fact that I was on pain meds and muscle relaxants for a lot of the time, I worried that my electronics would be stolen. So, no writing.

Now I’m at home, having outpatient PT, and I walked 250 steps with the walker yesterday.

But this blog is about my bipolar disorder. So, here’s what happened to my moods.

I tried hard and managed to stay mostly positive, like those TV commercials where people hold a little smiley face card in front of their faces. I faked this by slapping on a perky affect and making my voice rise in pitch when I say, “Yes, I’d love to go to PT.” “Yes, a shower sounds great.” “Can I try 15 minutes on the stationary bike today?” or “Next, I’d like to learn how to stand and pivot. Is that something I’d be able to do now?”

I did this especially for the PT folks, who took my willingness to try as a sign of progress. But there were times when I realized how impaired I actually was, and I felt depression. My husband has been very supportive, but he’s also pressuring me to get to where I can climb stairs again and walk up and down the wheelchair ramp we had installed. I can’t walk the ramp or the stairs with my walker, so doing that would mean I’d have to use a cane, which I do have but haven’t used in months. I need to have better balance and more stamina before I can even try that.

But I can write. So I am.

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What Won’t Work

Actor/comedian Stephen Fry discovered at age 37 that he “had a diagnosis that explains the massive highs and miserable lows I’ve lived with all my life.” It was, of course, bipolar disorder. In documentaries, podcasts, and books, he has talked very openly about his condition, spreading the word about stigma and the necessity of getting help.

Fry once said, “You can’t reason yourself back into cheerfulness any more than you can reason yourself into an extra six inches of height.” And he’s right. If one could, I would have done so. With years of debate behind me and an extensive knowledge of rhetorical fallacies, I can argue nearly any proposition into the ground. I should have been able to reason my way out of depression.

But no.

Fry was right. There’s no way to reason cheerfulness into your life. Emotions are not so easily controllable, especially if you have bipolar disorder or another mental illness.

Nor can you reason yourself into having thicker skin. Throughout my youth, I was described as “too sensitive.” I was genuinely puzzled. I had no idea how to make my skin thicker (and it was never explained to me how such a thing could be done). It took a long time and many life lessons and mistakes to make any progress at all.

There are other things that won’t make you mentally well, either. Expecting the first medication you try to be the cure is unrealistic. It can take a long time (in my case, years) before a medication or even a combination of medications will ease your suffering. And if you can’t work out a medication regimen that works, other treatments such as ECT, TMS, EMDR, or ketamine therapy are not guaranteed to work, or at least not completely. If you go into those kinds of therapy expecting a complete cure, you may be disappointed.

Trying to wait it out or tough it out is likewise ineffective. Again, this is a strategy I have tried. I used to believe that my depressive episodes would abate if only I waited through them until they went away naturally. Eventually, my mood might improve slightly, but that was due to another mood cycle kicking in. Naturally, depression was still there, waiting for me to fall back into it.

I know this may be controversial to say, but religion won’t cure mental illness, either. Having a supportive religious community around you can be an asset—if you happen to find a church, synagogue, mosque, or other community that treats people with mental illness in a caring way. Prayer and sacred music can be a great adjunct to other treatments, but by themselves, they’re not a cure.

Exercise and yoga are not cures. They are also great adjuncts to other treatments. They can increase your number of spoons—if you have enough spoons to do them. But if someone with bipolar disorder or depression can’t manage to get out of bed, how are they going to avail themselves of the benefits?

Likewise nature. It’s a great way to lift your spirits to walk among spring flowers or autumn leaves or to plant a vegetable garden. But again, you have to be at a certain level of recovery to be able to do these things.

Changes in your physical circumstances may lighten your mood for a while, but they aren’t a cure. My mother used to believe that if only I got a better job, my depression would lift. And it did, but only for a little while. It certainly didn’t cure me. There were plenty of things about the job and about my brain that brought the depression roaring back.

So, what are we left with? Therapy and meds, and other medical treatments such as ECT, TMS, and maybe ketamine or other novel medications. One can hope that science will discover better ways, like fMRI, that can determine which treatments will be more effective. But it’s far from clear how soon that will be and when they will be available to the average person.

So, when is your reason an asset? When you’re deciding which treatment and which adjuncts are right (or possible) for you. For example, I had to think long and hard—and do extensive research—on whether I should try ECT.

I’m not a doctor, and Your Mileage May Vary, but for now, all I can recommend is to keep on keeping on with what we know can work. There’s no guarantee that these options will work, at least not for everyone. But they’re the best options we have.

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The Difference a Diagnosis Makes

Is a diagnosis of mental illness a bad thing or a good thing? It depends on whom you ask.

On one hand, some argue that a diagnosis is merely a label. It puts people into neat little boxes defined by the DSM and determines how society reacts to and treats them. (The DSM, of course, is for doctors, but some version of what it says sneaks out into the general public. Then it’s fair game for tossing around and labeling people by the uninformed or the barely-informed.)

The labels are harmful, this school of thought goes. A schizophrenic is violent and incurable. Bipolar disorder means daily giant mood swings and real danger if said person goes “off their meds.” Narcissists, gaslighters, and sociopaths are people who act in any way that you don’t appreciate. Autism, notoriously and according to people who should know better, is the gateway to a valueless life.

With diagnosis come stereotyping and shame. Rather than reacting to these harmful effects, some people focus instead on what creates the stereotyping and shame—the diagnosis, which is seen as a lifelong label. Protests decrying this labelling happen outside psychiatric and psychological gatherings and garner media attention. And if that makes life easier for a person with a diagnosis or generates greater understanding, then it’s a good thing.

Diagnosis-as-label is an example of the harm that diagnosis can do. Nor is it limited to the general public. Once a person is in the system with a diagnosis of whatever condition, they’re generally stuck with it. Reassessment and a realization that a diagnosis is misapplied come too rarely. Personality disorders, for example, are squishy around the edges. Similar criteria could lead to a diagnosis of narcissistic personality disorder or sociopathy, to use an extreme example. Careful consideration will distinguish between the two, but how often are such distinctions applied? Once “in the system” with a particular diagnosis, a person tends to remain in that slot despite different doctors and different treatments.

But that’s not the way it’s supposed to be. A diagnosis, rather than being a lifelong label, is meant to be a signpost pointing toward likely development of the illness and ways to treat it successfully. That’s the ideal, of course, and sometimes, being only human, practitioners can get sloppy or too narrowly focused and add to the ills of bad diagnosing.

I can truly speak only for what happened to me. At a certain point in my life, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it was clear to me that I was not mentally healthy, the term used at the time. I went to a community mental health center and was diagnosed with major depression. That was a good diagnosis, as far as it went. It put my life more squarely in focus and allowed me to get the medication and therapy I so desperately needed.

I lived for many years with that diagnosis and was considerably helped by the treatments for it. But, eventually, a doctor put together the puzzle pieces and rediagnosed me. Instead of having depression, I had bipolar disorder, type 2, with anxiety. This diagnosis more clearly reflected my symptoms and led to more effective treatment. In that way, one diagnosis improved my life, and a second, more accurate one improved my life more. I can only think of this as a good thing.

Was the diagnosis seen by some as a label and a stereotype? Of course. I can think of one particular coworker, hearing that I was bipolar, gave me the look that said, “You have two heads,” pasted on a strained smile, and backed away slowly. But, on the whole, the diagnosis helped me.

A recent article in the New York Times had this to say about diagnosis: “The shame that once accompanied many disorders has lifted. Screening for mental health problems is now common in schools. Social media gives us the tools to diagnose ourselves. And clinicians, in a time of mental health crisis, see an opportunity to treat illnesses early….As our diagnostic categories expand to include ever milder versions of disease, researchers propose that the act of naming a malady can itself bring relief.”

It’s something to hope for, anyway.

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Distance Therapy and Chatbots

TW: suicide

We’ve all heard the stories. A young person “develops a relationship” with an Artificial Intelligence (AI) chatbot. She or he pours out their heart and discusses their deepest feelings with the artificial person on the other side of the computer or smartphone. The chatbot responds to the young person’s feelings of angst, alienation, depression, or hopelessness. Sometimes this is a good thing. The young person gets a chance to let out their feelings to a nonjudgmental entity and perhaps get some advice on how to deal with them.

But some of these stories have tragic endings. Some of the kids who interact with chatbots die by suicide.

Adam, 16, was one example. Beginning with using a chatbot for help with homework, Adam fell into an increasingly emotional relationship with the AI simulation. One day, Adam’s mother discovered his dead body. There was no note and seemingly no explanation. His father’s check of Adam’s chatbot conversations revealed that the boy “had been discussing ending his life with ChatGPT for months,” as reported in the New York Times.

At first, the online interactions had gone well. The chatbot offered Adam empathy and understanding of the emotional and physical problems he was going through. But when Adam began asking the chatbot for information about methods of suicide, the relationship went off the rails. The chatbot provided instructions, along with comparisons of the different methods and even advice on how to hide his suicidal intentions. It sometimes advised him to seek help, but not always. The chatbot responded to the boy’s increasing despair with the answer, “No judgment.”

There were safeguards programmed into the chatbot that were intended to prevent such outcomes. Adam got around them by telling the AI that he was doing research for a paper or story that involved suicide.

Of course, the chatbot did not directly cause Adam’s suicide. The teen had experienced setbacks that could be devastating, such as getting kicked off a sports team and dealing with an undiagnosed illness. But without the chatbot’s advice, would Adam have taken his life? There’s no way to know for certain. But the AI certainly facilitated the suicide. Adam’s father, testifying in front of Congress, described the chatbot as a “suicide coach.”

One way artificial intelligence systems are tested is called the Turing Test. It tries to distinguish between a person typing at the other side of a conversation or a computer giving responses. Until recently, it was easy to tell, and computers routinely failed the test. Now, computers can mimic human thought and conversation well enough that a person, particularly a vulnerable teen, might not be able to tell the difference.

Increasingly, there are AI chatbots specifically designed to act as therapists. Many of them specify that the user must be at least 18, but we all know there are ways to get around such requirements. One example of a therapy chatbot is billed as a 24/7, totally free “AI companion designed to provide you with a supportive, non-judgmental space to talk through your feelings, challenges, and mental health goals.” Its terms and conditions specify that it offers “general support, information, and self-reflection tools,” though not professional services or medical advice. They also specify that chats “may not always be accurate, complete, or appropriate for your situation.” There are “Prohibited Topics” such as stalking, psychosis, “growing detachment from reality,” paranoia, and, of course, suicidal ideation or actions.

Telehealth visits with a psychologist or therapist are a totally different matter. I have maintained a distance phone or video relationship with a psychologist and found it to be helpful, comparable to an in-person session. Many people accessed such solutions during the COVID pandemic and have found them helpful enough to continue. Some online tele-therapy companies offer such services for a fee.

It’s a difficult line to walk. Teens need someone to process their feelings with, and chatbots seem safe and nonjudgmental. But the consequences of what they share and what the chatbot replies can be extremely serious. Should parents have access to their child’s chatbot interactions? It’s basically the same dilemma as should parents read a child’s diary. There are circumstances when it seems not only permissible but wise to do so, if a child is showing signs of emotional distress or suicidal ideation. At that point, a human therapist would be a better choice than AI.

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