Remember What Happiness Feels Like

“Remember the Grand Canyon? We all came to see you that summer you worked there and I got really sick?” My brother Scott searched his mind for something he remembered. After six electroconvulsive treatments (ECT) for his bipolar brain disorder, he struggled to remember details of his week in the psychiatric hospital. Six ECT treatments down, four more to go.

I’ve written about mental illness and our journey as a family in my book, and I’ve blogged recently about Scott’s new ECT treatment.

“I wanted to do ECT so that I could say ‘I tried everything’ to treat my depression,” Scott confessed over the phone. Lately he’s feeling pretty discouraged.

“I feel like I’ve done something bad, like partied really hard and then got really hungover, except without all the fun.”

So, you might know what he’s talking about here if you’ve ever been hungover. He doesn’t really remember what happened, he’s got a headache, he feels tired and his whole body aches. A common side effect of ECT is short term memory loss. The nurses tell him that his entire two weeks of ECT at the hospital will probably be a blur.

Scott’s now getting a full range of cocktails to keep the physical pain under control. The nurses say that sometimes he wakes up from the ECT “agitated.” Now, with just four more treatments to go (one a day) he reports still feeling depressed, worried, anxious, and frustrated.

“I’m going stir crazy in here. I haven’t been outside the lockdown unit since I was admitted to the hospital.” It’s winter and there’s a foot of snow outside in Minnesota, so fresh air is not an option for him. Plus, he’s on a secure ward of the hospital because of his sducidal thinking.

“It’s not like prison. It’s nice here. I have bananas and crackers and ping pong and puzzles.” Scott is trying to convince himself that ECT for two weeks in the psych ward isn’t all that bad…could be worse…could be in prison. Yet, this is the problem with suffering. We feel ashamed about it because “it could be worse.”

“It could be worse”…a soundtrack of our generation. Our own family tends to be stoic about suffering. Chin up, smile, and march on. Scott often apologizes after he’s complained about his hardship. “I should be more stoic,” he writes in his email to our family. Does he feel ashamed?

Yeah, it could be worse, but it could also be so much better. Life without a mental illness, without a brain disease, would be better. And nobody, not my brother, not you, not your father, should be ashamed of or be shamed for having mental illness. The discharge papers ask patients, “Will you tell people about your stay at the psychiatric hospital?”

On Monday Scott begins his final week of ECT treatment. I hope to God that the week goes by fast. He’s eager to go home to Florida, to get outside in the warm sunshine and ride motorcycles with our brother Steve. For Scott, that’s what happiness feels like.

Right before he hangs up the phone, he shares one last nagging thought, “I wonder what the rest of my life will be like? Will I have to keep going back to the psychiatric hospital forever?”

One thought on “Remember What Happiness Feels Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s