Hi. I'm Kienbock's Girl and I Suffer From Depression.

I remember being lonely from a very young age. I have a younger sister and a younger brother, hoards of cousins, a best friend I've known my entire life, yet I remember feeling lonely most of my life. I can't pinpoint exactly what it stems from, but I know there are many factors that contribute to my bouts of depression.

When I was 16 I contracted mono from sharing drinks with friends at school. Two friends who were dating each other had been sick for a couple of weeks, but didn't know that they had mono. I distinctly recall buying a Sprite one day for lunch, and they passed it between each other. We did this often in my circle of friends. If someone had a drink, you just shared. And, there were like 15 of us or so that this would happen with. That day, I shared it with the two of them, and then went to German class. A week later, my dad had to take me to the doctor because I couldn't stay awake, I wasn't eating much, and I felt like every day I had run a marathon. The clinic gave me that form they always give to patients to fill out asking what their symptoms are; what aches, what hurts, what stings, stabs, pokes, bleeds, etc. I checked a bunch of stuff on the list including headaches, itchy eyes, lethargy, trouble sleeping, trouble falling asleep, trouble waking up, exhaustion, wheezing, achy joints, and more.

When I went in with the doctor, they first gave me a blood test to see if I had diabetes. Then, she asked me why I checked everything off on the form. I told her (in what I am sure was my best 16 year old attitude) the form asked me to list everything I was feeling, so I did. They swabbed my mouth, took my temperature and then took 6 vials of blood from me. After this invasion, she sat down to "chat" with me. She basically told me that I was likely suffering from early forms of insomnia and depression - which are often linked. She told me she was going to prescribe medication to "regulate" my hormone levels.

Not long after this, we found out I was sick with mono. But, my dad starting taking me to a psychologist at the doctor's urging - over something completely unrelated which at some point I may be able to talk about more openly. After some time with the psychologist, she too believed I suffered from episodes of manic depression, but did not believe I was manic - that I just had a mild form that would peak at times. In addition to this, she also agreed that I was suffering from insomnia. I would literally stay up all hours of the night trying to keep my mind off of my life, my family, my problems, and my loneliness.

I was kept on drugs for depression for a few months. I only told 1 person other than my family that I was being medicated. Mostly, because when I was on the medication, I was not the same person. He thought I was acting extremely strangely. I would talk to complete strangers, I made dates with complete strangers, I would drive my car with one leg out the window (no, I'm not kidding), in social situations, I would be relaxed and indifferent, I would say things I normally would never have the gall to say, the list goes on. Ultimately, I hated the person I had become on drugs and so I quit taking them after a while.

In my view of my life, I have been a very inward person. I don't share the deepest parts of me with anyone. Or, if I do, it is a bit here and there and usually they're with my husband. I was brought up by a father who had no nonsense parents, and by a mother who was somewhat crazy but was someone you didn't dare cross. I did not fit either of these molds. I feel like my entire life, I've been nothing but a disappointment in the temperament and character they wanted in a daughter - though I'm sure neither of them could agree on what this would have been. Though I imagine it would be more like my sister for the most part. I have felt like an outsider in my family for as long as I can remember. My name doesn't help matters much. I have a completely unusual name, while everyone else has normal names. And, when I hear in my head my dad or mom saying my name, it accompanies a panic and feeling a tone of extreme disappointment

Not long after I was diagnosed with depression, I realized with my Psychologist that I have a Borderline Personality disorder. If you knew me at all during my middle, high and early college school years you will likely automatically agree. People who suffer from this almost always suffer from depression. They kind of go hand in hand.

My abandonment issues, my emotional state, my impulsivity, my history of intense and highly unstable relationships, my paranoia, my anger, my suicidal thoughts and behaviors.... these are all things that affect how I handle my bone disease. I feel like I have no friends who really understand me - and I am NOT meaning to hurt anyone's feelings with this statement. I feel that people don't make an effort to know me, to be close to me, to care about me ... so I withdraw, I hold back, I behave strangely. Ultimately, my mind says trust no one, but my heart desperately wants to. I cling to the only thing I know I have in the world, but fear that every moment with him is my last - no matter what he does or says to try and make me believe. I truly HAVE gotten better with this over time, I mean, 11 years later and we're still together has definitely taught me something. Every day I feel I can trust him more. But, it's not enough because I don't have an unromantic connection with someone that is like this. I don't have another person in my life that I feel would stand behind me no matter what, that would believe me, that would want me and care for me and love me in the way I need to be loved. My husband knows these feelings that I have all too well. He knows that every time I try to get close to someone or believe a relationship with them is going somewhere - it ultimately fails in every way because I couldn't get what I needed from it. And, I wish that having a husband were enough. Most days, it is. Other days, I can't take care of my home or my animals or myself.

All these issues and more are swirling in my head right now. I really feel like crying because I hold all this in. I don't know anyone other than my husband that knows all these things about me. In fact, I don't really know why I am sharing this with my audience here - the few people that do read this. I believe there is a reason, but I just don't know what. But, I am hoping that by cleansing myself of this fear, this sadness, this depressive behavior - that I can finally start feeling more whole as a person and start to heal in a way I need.

Cars and Bones and Other Fashionable Rides

After high school I spent a year to myself. I went on an exchange program to Germany, and I worked a full-time job at my uncle's engineering firm. I went to college the next fall at Washington State University. I enrolled in the school of Music as a Music Major. My primary instruments were piano and flute - I've talked a little bit about this before. In the year that I spent away from school, I recovered from my neck injury. It wasn't a fun process let me tell you, but in October of that year, a full 4 months later, during a storm, I hydroplaned into another car who was merging onto the freeway in downtown Seattle. I wasn't going more than 15 miles per hour, but such a low impact jarred my neck badly, and I remember holding onto the steering wheel so tight, that my arms were straight out in front of my trying to brace myself for the whip backwards. They had a tiny scratch on their car, but I was the one worse for the wear.

I sometimes wonder if this is what caused the bone in my hand to collapse - it would make a lot of sense. Low impact car accidents are absorbed by the passengers of a vehicle. Hitting a car at low speed can slip a disc for example.

I'm not a bad driver, but the last few years have made me extremely afraid to be behind a wheel. I haven't had a car accident since this time, so 12 years later when an act of nature called black ice took me careening for around 600 feet downhill into a rock wall planter, I wasn't surprised to find out I have a slipped disc in my lower back. It is highly plausible that such an event as a small car wreck could cause a radial difference to have put intense pressure on my hand bones.

Today, driving is still not enjoyable. I lost that sense of adventure years ago. I mostly drive with my left hand. Things like changing gears, adjusting the rear view mirror and turning the wheel are all obstacles when you have Kienbock's disease. If I do use my right hand, I rely on my fingers for grip and my arm from about my elbow for the control I need of the wheel.

When it comes to other forms of transportation, I seriously have to weigh the cons before I step away. I do own a bike, and I do like to ride it. The problem is though, that using your hands and arms for balance and direction is key. I can no longer ice skate (not that I was EVER any good), roller skate, roller blade, or skateboard/mountain board if I wanted to - not that I do but just as an example. People who fall from these modes of transportation used their hands. It's an automatic reflex if you wobble; you put your hands out. Additionally, I have to rule them out because you cannot trust other people in the world.

I remember in elementary school, every year our school would rent a roller rink and we'd have a huge school party (I went to private elementary, so this was not a large amount of kids). One year, I recall being hit so hard from behind that I fell and was knocked out. My parents wouldn't let me skate for the rest of the day. I mean, think about it. People bump other people, people push and shove, people sidle by.... cars are on the road, animals are on the road, the weather can be drastic, etc. Deciding to go for a bike ride or a rollerblading adventure would just be plain stupid of me. Distractions and invaders are everywhere. I'm not paranoid, I'm practical. It's not worth risking the loss of the use of my hand to go ice skating. If I fell and landed on my hand or arm, I could do some real damage that might not be repairable in ways it would be for other people. I have an extremely thin radius and calcium deficiency because I'm lactose intolerant and have to rely on other foods or vitamins for calcium.

Some people might not understand how this is living life. They'd say if I wanted to do something, to just do it. But, as a realistic and practical person, this is stupid advice. The only way you could do these activities would be in a controlled environment - something many people don't have access to in their everyday lives. As much fun as owning a gym like WSU has, I'd really just rather say it's not worth the risks involved and find other avenues to pursue.

At the end of the day, I never regret my choices to stay out of harm's way. I know I cannot control everything, but I can avoid situations that make it dangerous for my physical health.