Shopping is hell and kindness is therapeutic aEUR” what I learned from being depressed at Christmas

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In his 20 s, Matt Haigs depression was so crippling that a Christmas run to Morrisons caused a panic attack. Sixteen years on, he explains how learning been like living with the holiday has been key to his recovery

Christmas Eve, 1999. I was a mere 24 years old. I was standing in my parents kitchen in Newark-on-Trent, helping them prepare for the smaller party they always held after the local Christingle service. My mum and my girlfriend chatted as they attained mulled wine. I chopped veggies and gazed at the knife, imagining what harm I could do to myself.

I had been regaining slowly from the breakdown that had taken hold of me violently a few months before, an intensive nervousnes and depression that had nearly caused me to jump off a cliff in Ibiza and had turned simple decisions, such as choice which socks to wear, into existential crisis. I had been get a little better, because all the ridiculously melodramatic things depression had hollered at me continually( YOULL BE DEAD IN A MONTH !, YOULL END UP IN A PADDED CELL !, THE WORLD WILL END !) hadnt happened. The one thing bigger than depression is hour, and I got through days the way other people counted money.

That November, I had been able merely to walk into township on my own without always having a panic attack. But in the days before the party I had been feeling very ill again. Christmas was part of that, which confounded me. I wasnt a natural Scrooge. I had always enjoyed Christmas, more than most other periods of the year, and I had always considered it as a chance to escape the pressures of school or university by diving in to a world of sorcery and movies and mulled wine.

Back in the kitchen in 1999, my mum realised she needed more ingredients. I volunteered to go and get them. The corner store was shut, so I needed to head to the nearest supermarket a Morrisons on the edge of town.

Will you be OK? my girlfriend asked me.

Yeah. Course.

I can come with you.

No , no. Ill be fine.

I can recollect the horror of that Christmas Eve walk. There was terror everywhere. Christmas illuminates glisten with sinister danger. Laughter flapped out of drunken people like at-bats from a cave. The breeze was cold and sharp and loud in my ears. The faces I passed seemed so happy they must have belonged to another world or perhaps I did. My body was leaden with dread and fear when I knew I should be happy. In Morrisons, I had a panic attack to the tormenting audios of Slade and Cliff Richard.

Christmas, I realised, could be a nightmare. It could intensify what depression already, to some extent, attained “youre feeling”: that the world was having fun while you definitely werent. Christmas intensifies the chiaroscuro( to use the pretentious various kinds of art-history terms I had in my head at the time ): the contrast between light and tint. The light around you seems brighter, so the dark feelings darker.

I should have known that the idea of Christmas as one of collective happiness wasnt the lawsuit. Indeed, the first time I heard about suicide was when, back in the 80 s, one of my parents friends hanged himself on Christmas Day.

Relationship stress and fiscal frets are classic triggers of depression, so its no astonish that Christmas can be an agonising hour. Add an excess of alcohol, 4,000 calories above doctors daily guidelines and the likelihood of hearing some of the most catastrophically annoying music committed to record and you have a recipe for psychological trouble.

But theres something else at work. Christmas is one of those periods when the idea of something doesnt match current realities. As a outcome, we can easily fall in to the gap between how we think we should feel and how we actually feel. We imagine that everyone else is having a great time everyone but us. This may be because we are alone in what feels like a world full of family assembles, or because we are surrounded by our loved ones at least, related ones but dont feel the happiness we think we should.

Depression often occurs when it looks like we have reasons to be happy. Postnatal depression can be exacerbated by the expectation that a baby will bring happiness and that theres something wrong with you if you dont cant feel this happiness because of your illness.( Lets remember: depression is an illness, one that happens to you , not because of you .) Christmas or birthdays, or bridals, or sunshine, or celebrations, or gamble wins, or notoriety can work in the same route. The knowledge that something should attain us happy forces us to think about happiness and how much we lack it.

So, how can our fragile minds insulate themselves against Christmas? You could try to ignore it, but good luck with that. You may as well try to ignore period itself. And, as with any mental health issue, denial is not a good strategy. You need to look the thing in the eye whether that thing is a panic attack or Boxing Day with the in-laws( or a bit of both ). For instance, the best way to beat a panic attack isnt to run away from the panic attack; this only heightens the anxiety and constructs you panic about panicking. Similarly, while depression is unavoidable for some people, getting depressed about being depressed is something we can work on. A massive part of my recovery was accepting that I was depressed, or that I was the type of person who could get depressed, and being OK with that.

In fact, I learned to get over depression partially by being thankful for it. Yes, it induced me thinner-skinned, but, when I was better, my thinner skin made “i m feeling” the good stuff of life love, art, music far more intensely than ever before. In other terms, the key to get over depression often lies in depression itself. Perhaps the key to coping with Christmas is to head towards it, rather than to run away. Perhaps the answer to being happy or less miserable lies within Christmas. Perhaps when we look at Christmas more closely and I mean the secular, pop-cultural notion of Christmas we might consider things a little differently.

In Its a Wonderful Life, the ultimate Christmas staple, George Bailey is so depressed at having sacrificed his dreams and aspirations that he plans to kill himself on Christmas Eve. However, a guardian angel seems and proves George that the only thing incorrect with his life is his perspective on it. Yes, sure, his decisions stopped him becoming rich, and a bad ear stopped him becoming a war hero like his younger brother, but he made all manner of changes to the lives of others. He helped people in many unrecognised ways. His life had mattered. Its a film about considering the glass half full, a kind of cinematic CBT that induces us feel like George that our monotony lives are full of the sorcery that we think is missing. Its no coincidence that the movie is set over Christmas, when our potential for soaring highs and crashing lows is at its peak.

I suppose, in 1999, I felt a little bit like George Bailey. My wiring, and my point of view, was all wrong. I felt like a total failure. I was back living with my mothers. I was depressed, transgressed, suicidal and panic-swamped, and I was built more anxious by all the things Christmas seemed to represent: shopping( there is nothing like a patch of depression to attain you realise that shops are not good for our minds ), enforced jollity , noise, wine, parties, laugh, the autocracy of merriment.

Many of us have some of our very best childhood memories wrapped up in the buzz of late December, so Christmas can feel like a funeral for our happier, younger selves. In 1999, and for a few years after, I was convinced I would never be able to enjoy Christmas again. But, back then, I was convinced I would never enjoy life again. I was also convinced I wouldnt live to consider 25, but I turned 40 this year. Depression lies.

We should put Christmas depression in view. Contrary to popular belief, the Christmas holiday doesnt bring a marked increased number of the number of suicides. In fact, January offers the bleakest image in terms of suicide and new prescriptions for antidepressants. You could say that the end of Christmas is more depressing than Christmas itself.

What is Christmas, anyway? A combining of Christian, gentile, secular, Dickensian, John Lewisian and capitalist traditions, its big enough to be whatever you want it to be. I choose to see it as a stand against the cold and dark of wintertime. Like the winter solstice celebrations that pre-date it, Christmas is about light and warmth and togetherness in the face of bitter cold. Its a breaking from the weekly grind, a style of putting more life in the work-life balance.

One reason many of us find Christmas hard in the 21 st century is the fact we have to spend time with people we dont like. Social media allows us to edit out people with whom we have nothing in common, but Christmas often forces us to do the opposite.

In a style, though, Christmas is more valuable today precisely because of this. Sitting down on Boxing Day with your mildly obnoxious, rightwing relatives can be an exercise in empathy and kindness and kindness is therapeutic. It takes us out of ourselves. I will honour Christmas in my heart, said Scrooge, and try to keep it all the year.

Christmas can get to us, sure. But it can also help us. If we edit out all the noise, we can close our eyes and remember a hour when we believed in magic and miracles. When I was 24, and ailment, Christmas had lost all its sorcery, because I had stopped believing in impossible things. Now, Im here, alive and happy, 16 years later. This feels like an impossible thing. I realise now that, growing older, we can uncover magic as often as we leave it behind.

And there is always the possibility, the sweetest prospect, that we might just might enjoy ourselves.

A Boy Called Christmas by Matt Haig( APS1 2.99, Canongate) is out now . To order a copy for APS1 0.39, go to or call the Guardian Bookshop on 0330 333 6846.

In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123 or In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Hotlines in other countries can be found here .

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