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How to manage depression like a grownup

Depression is WEIRD. It’s a much weirder disease than you expect it to be. Which is why, when it starts sneaking up on you in your teen years or your 20s, which is when it normally manifests, it can be hard to even recognise what it is, let alone know what you’re supposed to do about it.
How to manage depression like a grownup

Quick thing, buddies. This week's podcast episode is about the twin gremlins of depression and anxiety, and it includes frank descriptions of suicidal ideation and feelings of hopelessness. Please, if you’re not in the right headspace to be listening to this, look after yourself and give this episode a skip.

Hello, grownups!

I was twenty years old when I had my first panic attack.

I’d been having a major depressive episode for a few months, but at the time, I didn’t know that’s what it was. I always thought that being depressed meant feeling sad all the time. And I didn’t feel sad, I just felt - you know - like the world was a meaningless pit of emptiness and I was the rotten heart of the void. But not, like, depressed, geez!

So one night I was lying in my bed, thinking TOTALLY NORMAL AND HEALTHY THOUGHTS like how I ruin everything I touch and that it would just be a matter of time until everyone around me noticed what a fundamentally unloveable person I was, when suddenly I realised I couldn’t breathe. There was a sharp, shooting pain down my left arm, and I remembered that’s what happens when you have a heart attack. So I tried to get up and call for help, because my housemate/bestie Meg was just a few meters away from me in the very next room, but I couldn’t move. And now I'm even more panicked because here I am having a heart attack but also I'm paralysed and therefore I must definitely be dying!

I just lay there gasping for breath until I finally managed to reach my phone and PHONE Meg on the ACTUAL TELEPHONE (who, again, was in the very next room) and tell her that something was terribly terribly wrong. She burst into the room and she sat on my bed and read The Little Prince to me until my heart-rate went back to normal and I felt better again.

Guys, depression and anxiety are weird! They're much weirder diseases than you’d expect them to be! And I wish that someone had told me exactly how weird they are when I was young so that, when I had my first panic attack, I knew what was happening to me, instead of managing to convince myself that I was just spontaneously dying.

So, here's the last episode of season 1 of the podcast, and it's all about depression, and what the hell your supposed to do about it, and why getting your best friend to sit on your bed and read The Little Prince to you is actually just the cure that we all need (but sorry, you can't have Meg, she's mine forever).

This episode really was a community effort, and I want to hat-tip a few crucial sources:

A lot of my thoughts in this episode were formed in conversation with my friends Maya and Meg while we were driving back from the Drakensberg, and two of my neuroscientist buddies Hayley and Joe fact-checked the script for me. You'll hear my friend Limpho talking so poignantly and hilariously about her own struggles with depression in the audio, as well as total badass health activist Kentse talking about how we live inside of systems of trauma that are much bigger than any one of us.

In fact, it's funny how this whole episode became an exercise in relying on my community to make something 100x better than anything I could have made by myself, because that's sort of the whole point that the episode makes: isolation kills you. Connection is life.

Which brings me to four people I really want to tell you about: my partners in podcasty crime, Kath, Diana, Sumeya and Bernard.

A photo of two people filming a video in a living room
A photo from our very first recording, back when we thought we were going to make a video series (HAHAHAHAHAHA)

This podcast wouldn't exist without them (literally - this whole thing was Bernard's idea) and making this season with them has been an absolute bloody privilege.

It's funny how many of the best things in your life happen absolutely by chance, because you just happened to meet the right people at the right time. I met Diana Nielle about a decade ago at a house party in Pretoria, and could never have predicted how much of an imprint she would leave on my life. About a year ago, she called me out of the blue and asked if I wanted to make a Youtube series with her, because all the cool kids were doing it. We brought on sound legend Bernard Kotze and producer Sumeya Gasa, and Kathryn Kotze came on board as the official Adult In The Room to remind us to actually finish stuff occasionally.

We even recorded a pilot of the video series, which you can watch here if you want to marvel at how much my hair has grown out (warning, it's an extremelyrough cut). But we realised that making high-quality video is way harder and more time consuming than we'd anticipated (who knew, right), so we decided to launch an audio version instead.

Six episodes and countless (COUNTLESS) hours of work later, we've made a podcast season. We did it for zero money, between having jobs and lives and (some of us) kids and working on other incredibly amazing projects like making a documentary about Zapiro (B), starting a whole new bloody career and damn well killing it (Kath) and making five - count 'em FIVE - movies at once (Di). If you liked this podcast season, then please beam love and affection at these guys, because they are the reason it exists.

Sam Beckbessinger, Bernard Kotze, Diana Nielle, Kathryn Kotze
This is us, a few days ago at our unofficial season wrap party. Left-to-right is ya boi, Bernard, Diana, and Kath (Sumeya left us a few months ago to return to journalism full-time, because she's a badass). I can't even describe how much I love these adorable bastards.

The lesson here, is that none of us are anything without the people who sit at the foot of our beds and read to us when we're falling apart, the people who make art with us, the people who help us figure out our ideas, the people who keep us together, the people who love us and keep us alive.

Wishing you friendship and art-mates and family,
Your friend Sam.

Just before I sent out this email, we just found out that one of Diana's documentaries just got accepted to premier at THE SUNDANCE FREAKING FILM FESTIVAL! It's a documentary called Influence, all about how Bell Pottinger (the PR company for dictators and despots) undermined democracy all around the world. I'm indescribably proud of her. Find out more here: https://www.facebook.com/influencethefilm/

If you need help, please reach out to one of these organisations:

  • The South African Depression and Anxiety Group 24-hour toll-free helpline: 0800 456 789
  • The Lifeline 24-hour toll-free national counselling helpline: 0861 322 322 (there are also special hotlines to support survivors of gender-based violence and people affected by HIV/AIDS, as well as in-person counselling centres all around the country).
  • The Counselling Hub low-cost counselling centre in Cape Town: 021 462 3902