(an LJ Idol entry)
Take off all the clothes I'm wearing.
This is my new trick for getting dressed to go out, when I really don't want to.
To my dismay, my depression seems to have gotten much more stereotypical lately. Crying for no reason, not wanting to leave the house... Not that it was any more fun when it was a more subtle beast, but at least I had the comfort of missing out some of the tired old clichés, right?
The cold hits my skin. It's a great motivator.
Depression takes away my ability to plan for the future, to think ahead even as far as "how will I get from this to fit to go outside?" But when I'm cold and uncomfortable, the path before me is suddenly easier and clearer. It's no more work to grab underwear and socks and jeans and a clean, warm sweater than to succumb again to the pajamas I'd just taken off.
But before I reached for the clothes today, I thought of Inanna.
This Sumerian goddess dressed elaborately before she descended to the underworld, with a turban, a wig, a lapis lazuli necklace, beads upon her breast, a kind of dress called a "ladyship garment," mascara, a golden ring on her hand, and she held a lapis lazuli measuring rod. All these things represent powerful "blueprints for civilization" (called mes). She stole them from the god of culture.
But as she approaches each of the seven gates of the underworld, she is asked to remove some clothing or jewelry, and thus her power is slowly stripped away. Finally this powerful deity is naked. And no one can leave the underworld once they enter it.
I've felt naked like that so often. Slowly my power seems to have been stripped from me, too, as I cried on my husband while I was sitting on the toilet, because the short span of time between "I need to pee" and flushing is more than enough for your world to fall apart. I've sobbed on buses and had hysterics at train stations, broken down so hard I couldn't care who saw me. I've been sent home from work early, even as soon as I turned up (and somehow that seemed more excruciating when working on a hospital ward for people with mental health issues). I have told my secrets to strangers in the hope that it would help.
After you descend to this underworld, you don't mind telling people your day was good just because you managed to eat some vegetables or go to the post office. Your achievements seem to you those of a precocious grade-schooler. Ego is meaningless -- worse, it gets in the way, because you need these small victories. My self-absorption is self-destruction. What does narcissism have to do with me? It does the heavy lifting of depression, scrutinizing me like a teenager criticizing her pimply face in the mirror.
If I were strong enough and clever enough, I'd never have had to drop out of college or lose all my jobs or disappoint my parents or date people I shouldn't or let the house get so chaotic or look so scruffy all the time. I'd never have to trick myself into getting dressed, which is such a tiny thing, such a normal thing, even babies can manage it.
Unique among the Sumerian gods, Inanna is able to descend into the underworld and return to the heavens. (I wonder what she wore?)
I lack the clothes and jewelry of the most prominent goddess in Mesopotamia... but I am able to get dressed. I am able to go to the bank and repay a favor. I am able to buy my mom a birthday card.
These are the blueprints of my civilization.
Take off all the clothes I'm wearing.
This is my new trick for getting dressed to go out, when I really don't want to.
To my dismay, my depression seems to have gotten much more stereotypical lately. Crying for no reason, not wanting to leave the house... Not that it was any more fun when it was a more subtle beast, but at least I had the comfort of missing out some of the tired old clichés, right?
The cold hits my skin. It's a great motivator.
Depression takes away my ability to plan for the future, to think ahead even as far as "how will I get from this to fit to go outside?" But when I'm cold and uncomfortable, the path before me is suddenly easier and clearer. It's no more work to grab underwear and socks and jeans and a clean, warm sweater than to succumb again to the pajamas I'd just taken off.
But before I reached for the clothes today, I thought of Inanna.
This Sumerian goddess dressed elaborately before she descended to the underworld, with a turban, a wig, a lapis lazuli necklace, beads upon her breast, a kind of dress called a "ladyship garment," mascara, a golden ring on her hand, and she held a lapis lazuli measuring rod. All these things represent powerful "blueprints for civilization" (called mes). She stole them from the god of culture.
But as she approaches each of the seven gates of the underworld, she is asked to remove some clothing or jewelry, and thus her power is slowly stripped away. Finally this powerful deity is naked. And no one can leave the underworld once they enter it.
I've felt naked like that so often. Slowly my power seems to have been stripped from me, too, as I cried on my husband while I was sitting on the toilet, because the short span of time between "I need to pee" and flushing is more than enough for your world to fall apart. I've sobbed on buses and had hysterics at train stations, broken down so hard I couldn't care who saw me. I've been sent home from work early, even as soon as I turned up (and somehow that seemed more excruciating when working on a hospital ward for people with mental health issues). I have told my secrets to strangers in the hope that it would help.
After you descend to this underworld, you don't mind telling people your day was good just because you managed to eat some vegetables or go to the post office. Your achievements seem to you those of a precocious grade-schooler. Ego is meaningless -- worse, it gets in the way, because you need these small victories. My self-absorption is self-destruction. What does narcissism have to do with me? It does the heavy lifting of depression, scrutinizing me like a teenager criticizing her pimply face in the mirror.
If I were strong enough and clever enough, I'd never have had to drop out of college or lose all my jobs or disappoint my parents or date people I shouldn't or let the house get so chaotic or look so scruffy all the time. I'd never have to trick myself into getting dressed, which is such a tiny thing, such a normal thing, even babies can manage it.
Unique among the Sumerian gods, Inanna is able to descend into the underworld and return to the heavens. (I wonder what she wore?)
I lack the clothes and jewelry of the most prominent goddess in Mesopotamia... but I am able to get dressed. I am able to go to the bank and repay a favor. I am able to buy my mom a birthday card.
These are the blueprints of my civilization.
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Date: 2011-11-13 04:38 am (UTC)Another really strong post, minnesattva. Edgy and raw and powerful.
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Date: 2011-11-13 02:30 pm (UTC)It's hard to feel strong when I'm writing this stuff, so that's especially good to hear this week.
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Date: 2011-11-13 09:35 pm (UTC)WOW.
This is wonderful.
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Date: 2011-11-14 09:05 am (UTC)Thanks for your kind words.
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Date: 2011-11-14 09:16 am (UTC)They're good for reminding us that most things have happened by now, somewhere to someone. This kills the isolation that something like depression creates and feeds on. And, if it's a story with a happy ending, it brings hope. Hope is another useful weapon to have against the fucked-up habits of thinking and behavior, caused and affected by depression.
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Date: 2011-11-14 11:54 am (UTC)I'm going to have to make sure to write about something other than myths next week though; I don't want to be typecast! :)
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Date: 2011-11-14 09:31 pm (UTC)Here's to the tiny triumphs, and not feeling alone.
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Date: 2011-11-15 07:11 pm (UTC)Glad you thought it worked, that's very good to hear! Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2011-11-16 12:02 am (UTC)I think taking pleasure and pride in our victories, no matter how small they are, encourages us towards achieving greater and greater victories, until we're doing truly amazing things. Your personal blueprints sound pretty impressive to me, and I have no doubt that your civilization will be awesome!
Great entry.
Dan
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Date: 2011-11-16 11:55 am (UTC)Thanks for your encouraging words! I'm glad you liked it.
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