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I apologize for the way I am feeling, I apologize for affecting those around me, I apologize for apologizing.\n\nOkay, now that we’ve covered the manifestations of DAX, let’s move on to a personal anecdote which includes me having a near-meltdown in public.\n~\nI started dating Greg —a really kind, talented, and grounded man—five months ago. He’s a “real” man  in the sense that he is spiritually evolved. He is not afraid of his emotions, nor is he afraid of mine. But I didn’t know this until I finally got “naked” with him .\n\nI had been trying to wade the proverbial waters of this deep sadness for two weeks without letting him know what I was going through. I would occasionally downplay it with “I’m feeling bummed,” but I never elaborated. I wasn’t ready to let him in. Physically, yes; emotionally, hell no.\n\nAmidst this depressive episode of mine, he invited me to one of his gigs (yeah, he’s a musician, my second greatest weakness after fried potatoes). 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Mind you, paranoia is a symptom of anxiety. Mix that with the paranoia induced by some strong Cali weed, and you’ve got a recipe for a crappy evening. I avoid Greg’s wanting glances. I feel guilty and embarrassed for being so standoffish. I tell Nick to excuse us and lead Ali into the women’s restroom , otherwise known as the “conference room.”\n<center>http://i.imgur.com/FEkX8lT.jpg</center>\n“It’s all ruined. He thinks I’m a fucking weirdo. It’s all ruined,” I pout. Ali tries to reassure me, “Nothing is ruined, babe. It’s much bigger in your head. I promise you, nobody is giving this a second thought.” I can’t hear her. I can’t absorb anything she’s saying. I just keep talking at her. “He’s too grounded for me. I’m too f*cked up. It won’t work. I should just end things with him now before he sees this part.” “This part” referring to the part Ali knows very well — the part that is imperfect and sometimes afraid and sometimes self-loathing and overall the part that is just trying her best. The human part.\n\n“Kait, you need to breathe.” I continue spewing words at her. “We’ve been in here for so long. What if Greg thinks we’re doing coke? What if Nick thinks we’re doing coke? Oh my god we must seem so shady. I’m so shady.” Ali lovingly looks into my eyes, “Kait, I just want to grab you and shake you and tell you to stop. Just stop. You are not breathing. We need to find a way to get you out of your head. Let’s get out of the bathroom.” “Okay, okay.” I take a deep breath. Ali leads me out. I hold on to her for balance.\n\nAfter avoiding Greg for a good 35–40 minutes, I finally step into his group of friends. I rub his back, force a smile. “Hey, sorry, me and Ali were just chatting. She’s going through something.” I make a sympathetic face. The silver-haired man whom I spotted earlier sitting in the front row at the gig steps into the group. Greg greets him with a smile, then turns to me. “Kait, this is my step-dad, Dave.” Jesus Christ! I turn beet-red then grab Ali. Back to the bathroom we go. Poor Ali.\n\n“His step-dad is outside!” I search her eyes for justification. “Okay…so what?” “So what?! That’s a big deal. That’s moving very quickly. Greg’s told me about him, but not that I was going to meet him tonight.” She puts her hand on my shoulder, once again, “Darling, he’s here to watch Greg perform. Just like we are. He didn’t surprise you with a sit-down dinner. It’s not a big deal.” “Well, maybe he’s just trying to seem casual but it’s like a surprise attack. Maybe he wants his dad’s opinion. And look at me tonight. I’m a mess.” “You look fine.” “Well, I don’t feel fine. I can feel stress-lines forming. I have a headache. And my stomach is falling out of my ass. I can’t go home with him tonight. I don’t want to.” “So tell him that,” Ali says bluntly.\n\nThis was all beginning to feel very silly—pulling my best friend into the bathroom, then reappearing to the guy I “like like” then disappearing to the bathroom again then reappearing and asking the guy I like like to have a “talk.” But alas, DAX works in mysterious ways, and an episode makes otherwise grounded, mature individuals who do a lot of yoga and eat organic and meditate (meditating like once every three weeks counts, right?) do manic (read: silly) things.\n\nI finally resolve, “Okay, I’m going to talk to him. Right now.”\nI go outside, stroke Greg’s arm, “Hi. Can I grab you for a second?” “Sure, am I in trouble?” I break a nervous smile — just what I was afraid of. He thinks this is his fault. “No, not at all.” I lead him to a private hallway in the bar. He leans against the wall, waiting. I take a deep breath. “So…I just feel like, um, well…I guess I freaked out a little bit because I wasn’t expecting to meet your step-dad. It felt a little fast for me.” He scrunches his brow. “He’s just here to see my show. Did you feel weird because you’re stoned?” “Yeah, a bit.” “Well, he’s stoned too. So, don’t worry.” We laugh, nervously. The step-dad deflection isn’t flying.\n\n“Okay, well, I think I want to…um…I need to go home tonight. I’m sorry.” “Oh. Is everything okay? Did I do something?” he asks again, his puppy eyes searching. “No! No. Absolutely not. I’m just not feeling that great.” He wants more. I look at him, then smile a self-conscious smile. “Okay, do you really want to know the reason I don’t want to go home with you tonight?” “Yeah…” “Because I have the shits,” I blurt. He laughs. I laugh, then become self-conscious again.\n<center>http://i.imgur.com/TISksal.jpg</center>\n“And there’s more.” He waits. I take a big, brave breath. “I’m not happy tonight. I haven’t been for the past month. And this isn’t new. It’s something I struggle with regularly. Like…clinically. I feel like I need to have a good cry later and I don’t want to put pressure on you or freak you out. I don’t want to be naked with anybody, I’m not feeling pretty or sexy, and I don’t want to feel more vulnerable than I’m already feeling. I shouldn’t have even come tonight.”\n\n I wipe moist droplets from my upper lip. A mix of hot embarrassment and relief washes over me. My heart is beating fast. The good cry I need to have later starts right now, in this hallway bar. “I’m sorry for acting so weird,” I sniffle through embarrassed tears. He gazes at me thoughtfully, then says, “Stop apologizing. You’re being real, and that’s awesome. I like seeing you this way.”\n\nWow. That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. This guy is total boyfriend material and as much as a part of me wants to go home with him for being so cute and sensitive and understanding,  I must remember what I need—I need to go home and be alone, and maybe journal, and definitely cry some more and deal with what I’m going through and stop trying to avoid it any further. So I kiss him goodbye and hug and thank Ali and bid Nick farewell and hop into an Uber, and then head straight to my bathtub.\n\nI know I have to work with the genetic makeup I was dealt. DAX runs in my blood. It’s not a smooth ride, but I’ve learned along the way that self-care and a little humor makes for the quickest route out of the rabbit hole. A few solid pieces of advice I can offer to those also affected:\n\n #  If we can’t be real with ourselves, we can’t be real with anybody else.\nI’ll say it again: depression and anxiety are chronic afflictions. As such, they require constant maintenance and attention. If you have diabetes, you don’t just level out your blood sugar once and then continue living diabetes-free. You’ve got to monitor it, be in touch with it daily. I’m not saying you need to wear your Prozac like a candy necklace and tell every single person that you are suffering. I’m just saying be aware that this is in you and it shouldn’t be ignored, or else it may get big and ugly and get the best of you. And you don’t want that, because there is a best of you waiting to shine through.\n\n #  Never apologize for your feelings, and never let anybody make you feel wrong for feeling what you’re feeling.\nYour emotions contain history lessons and learning lessons — they are integral, intelligent parts of you.\n\n # Talking about sad feelings always helps.\nTake it from someone who comes from a family of food/alcohol/substance abusers, people who would rather ingest and numb their feelings than let them out. I’ve seen what this does to the human spirit, and it ain’t pretty. 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This seemingly-endless depressive episode taught me that I need to get real with myself —I need to get curious, introspective, and proactive about my healing.\n\nFirst, I’d like to share how DAX manifests for me. In doing so, I’m hoping to shed light on the fact that you are absolutely not alone in your struggle.\n<center>http://i.imgur.com/54gOq6l.jpg</center>\n  I know an episode is upon me when I start to feel a seemingly incurable emptiness. I become a vessel. The air and the world moves around me and through me, and I am simply an observer. My chest, shoulders, and feet turn into cement at the thought of getting out of bed and doing something with my days. I want to hide. I want to be absorbed into my mattress and disappear. When I have to interact with people, it is painful and embarrassing. \n # There is no hiding my sadness, so I’d rather hide myself. Sounds familiar?\n\nThen comes the negative self-talk and loss of hope in my creative work. 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I should just end things with him now before he sees this part.” “This part” referring to the part Ali knows very well — the part that is imperfect and sometimes afraid and sometimes self-loathing and overall the part that is just trying her best. The human part.\n\n“Kait, you need to breathe.” I continue spewing words at her. “We’ve been in here for so long. What if Greg thinks we’re doing coke? What if Nick thinks we’re doing coke? Oh my god we must seem so shady. I’m so shady.” Ali lovingly looks into my eyes, “Kait, I just want to grab you and shake you and tell you to stop. Just stop. You are not breathing. We need to find a way to get you out of your head. Let’s get out of the bathroom.” “Okay, okay.” I take a deep breath. Ali leads me out. I hold on to her for balance.\n\nAfter avoiding Greg for a good 35–40 minutes, I finally step into his group of friends. I rub his back, force a smile. “Hey, sorry, me and Ali were just chatting. She’s going through something.” I make a sympathetic face. The silver-haired man whom I spotted earlier sitting in the front row at the gig steps into the group. Greg greets him with a smile, then turns to me. “Kait, this is my step-dad, Dave.” Jesus Christ! I turn beet-red then grab Ali. Back to the bathroom we go. Poor Ali.\n\n“His step-dad is outside!” I search her eyes for justification. “Okay…so what?” “So what?! That’s a big deal. That’s moving very quickly. Greg’s told me about him, but not that I was going to meet him tonight.” She puts her hand on my shoulder, once again, “Darling, he’s here to watch Greg perform. Just like we are. He didn’t surprise you with a sit-down dinner. It’s not a big deal.” “Well, maybe he’s just trying to seem casual but it’s like a surprise attack. Maybe he wants his dad’s opinion. And look at me tonight. I’m a mess.” “You look fine.” “Well, I don’t feel fine. I can feel stress-lines forming. I have a headache. And my stomach is falling out of my ass. I can’t go home with him tonight. I don’t want to.” “So tell him that,” Ali says bluntly.\n\nThis was all beginning to feel very silly—pulling my best friend into the bathroom, then reappearing to the guy I “like like” then disappearing to the bathroom again then reappearing and asking the guy I like like to have a “talk.” But alas, DAX works in mysterious ways, and an episode makes otherwise grounded, mature individuals who do a lot of yoga and eat organic and meditate (meditating like once every three weeks counts, right?) do manic (read: silly) things.\n\nI finally resolve, “Okay, I’m going to talk to him. Right now.”\nI go outside, stroke Greg’s arm, “Hi. Can I grab you for a second?” “Sure, am I in trouble?” I break a nervous smile — just what I was afraid of. He thinks this is his fault. “No, not at all.” I lead him to a private hallway in the bar. He leans against the wall, waiting. I take a deep breath. “So…I just feel like, um, well…I guess I freaked out a little bit because I wasn’t expecting to meet your step-dad. It felt a little fast for me.” He scrunches his brow. “He’s just here to see my show. Did you feel weird because you’re stoned?” “Yeah, a bit.” “Well, he’s stoned too. So, don’t worry.” We laugh, nervously. The step-dad deflection isn’t flying.\n\n“Okay, well, I think I want to…um…I need to go home tonight. I’m sorry.” “Oh. Is everything okay? Did I do something?” he asks again, his puppy eyes searching. “No! No. Absolutely not. I’m just not feeling that great.” He wants more. I look at him, then smile a self-conscious smile. “Okay, do you really want to know the reason I don’t want to go home with you tonight?” “Yeah…” “Because I have the shits,” I blurt. He laughs. I laugh, then become self-conscious again.\n<center>http://i.imgur.com/TISksal.jpg</center>\n“And there’s more.” He waits. I take a big, brave breath. “I’m not happy tonight. I haven’t been for the past month. And this isn’t new. It’s something I struggle with regularly. Like…clinically. I feel like I need to have a good cry later and I don’t want to put pressure on you or freak you out. I don’t want to be naked with anybody, I’m not feeling pretty or sexy, and I don’t want to feel more vulnerable than I’m already feeling. I shouldn’t have even come tonight.”\n\n I wipe moist droplets from my upper lip. A mix of hot embarrassment and relief washes over me. My heart is beating fast. The good cry I need to have later starts right now, in this hallway bar. “I’m sorry for acting so weird,” I sniffle through embarrassed tears. He gazes at me thoughtfully, then says, “Stop apologizing. You’re being real, and that’s awesome. I like seeing you this way.”\n\nWow. That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. This guy is total boyfriend material and as much as a part of me wants to go home with him for being so cute and sensitive and understanding,  I must remember what I need—I need to go home and be alone, and maybe journal, and definitely cry some more and deal with what I’m going through and stop trying to avoid it any further. So I kiss him goodbye and hug and thank Ali and bid Nick farewell and hop into an Uber, and then head straight to my bathtub.\n\nI know I have to work with the genetic makeup I was dealt. DAX runs in my blood. It’s not a smooth ride, but I’ve learned along the way that self-care and a little humor makes for the quickest route out of the rabbit hole. A few solid pieces of advice I can offer to those also affected:\n\n #  If we can’t be real with ourselves, we can’t be real with anybody else.\nI’ll say it again: depression and anxiety are chronic afflictions. As such, they require constant maintenance and attention. If you have diabetes, you don’t just level out your blood sugar once and then continue living diabetes-free. You’ve got to monitor it, be in touch with it daily. I’m not saying you need to wear your Prozac like a candy necklace and tell every single person that you are suffering. I’m just saying be aware that this is in you and it shouldn’t be ignored, or else it may get big and ugly and get the best of you. And you don’t want that, because there is a best of you waiting to shine through.\n\n #  Never apologize for your feelings, and never let anybody make you feel wrong for feeling what you’re feeling.\nYour emotions contain history lessons and learning lessons — they are integral, intelligent parts of you.\n\n # Talking about sad feelings always helps.\nTake it from someone who comes from a family of food/alcohol/substance abusers, people who would rather ingest and numb their feelings than let them out. I’ve seen what this does to the human spirit, and it ain’t pretty. 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