We’re All Made Of Scars

“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you…..stranger” – The Joker (Heath Ledger) The Dark Knight

It’s odd how much the past influences, especially when most of thoughts and fears concern the future. Our past gives us the building blocks for our present. 

I’ve been trying to analyse things recently. What do I suffer more from? Anxiety or depression? I’m honestly not sure.

It’s commonly described that anxiety is an illogical fear response to what could be, those intangible futures that don’t exist and most likely never will. It’s a disease where the symptom is ‘this might happen, but it also might not. Let your brain stew on that.’

Anxiety seems more common with me, happening as and when it wants to. It strikes me more randomly. But I often have a fighting chance with controlling it.

Depression is rarer (thankfully) but when it arrives it hits you with a suckerpunch. It works it’s way inside you and hides there, eating away anything it can sink it’s teeth into. It’ll just wear away you until there’s nothing left. 

In mythology (and also the modern mythology of celluloid and comic books) there is always that one moment that elevates the ordinary person into the hero they become. That moment where things change and there’s no going back. Some sufferers have that ‘ground zero’moment, that point where they can look back and go ‘that was when it all started.’ But not me. I’ve tried in vain to find the trigger for the way I am. I’ve never been able to find it yet, I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think I have one. Perhaps I’m just genetically and chemically made this way, to feel things that little bit more, that little bit deeper. 

I don’t have that point but as I’ve looked back I’ve seen what I do have. I have my scars. They’re not physical scars so to speak, they’re emotional and mental ones. They’re the ones from events I’ve lived that have marked me in one way or another. Being bullied at school. My feelings of inadequacy. Watching my parents break up and how the miner’s strike tore my family and community apart. My grandad’s passing as we were getting closer. My OD attempt. Then all the little things that scratch away at the veneer of your life, slowly wearing you down. My past is made up of my scars. But I wouldn’t be me without them. It’s a cliché but they have made me who I am.

I had my meds review with my doctor yesterday. We’ve agreed to continue with my course of venlafaxine for the next six months. I’m happy with that as I think they allow me a fairly solid chemical foundation to carry on. I still carry around my anxiety, I’m still scarred by it, but I’m in a better headspace to deal with it. 

And I’m happy with that. 

I resigned myself years ago that I’d never be free from anxiety and depression, and part of me wants them to stay. I know I will always have them to a certain degree and that’s fine. I can live with that. I can live with those scars and what they bring. 

The title of the this installment of my blog comes from the song Made Of Scars by Stone Sour. You can find it over on YouTube at Stone Sour – Made Of Scars.

As usual, if you’d like to talk further please drop me an email at theorderofthedog@gmail.com. Also I’ve created a closed support group on Facebook also called The Order Of The Dog. It’s for people who suffer from mental illnesses as well as people who want to support others and get a better understanding. It’s a closed group so only members can see, post or comment on what’s in there. Head over to The Order Of The Dog to join. Finally, please feel free to share this blog with anyone and anywhere where you think it might help. 

The Order Of The Dog.


4 thoughts on “We’re All Made Of Scars

  1. Thought provoking. In my case – with what I am dealing with at present. I did something epically stupid. It sent me back a 100 steps. Fear and the need to prove myself that I am a different person was the drive for my set back. I know my triggers and Early Warning signs. I failed to use them and now I have a mountain to climb. I suppose it sucks when I have to realise I can’t play doctor with my medicine. It and other unhealthy coping mechanisms kicked into place and I did something I promised myself I would never do . Luckily I have an iron Constitution and survived another day. I have to look to the future I have so many great things to look forward too. I need to focus on re claiming my life back.

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    1. And you can and no doubt will do Daisy. We end up endlessly beating ourselves up about what we put ourselves through, finding it hard to actually accept who and what we are. I think that once we accept that that’s the point where we can start moving forward. You know that you can do this and there’s plenty of support mechanisms out there to help you. Sending you positive thoughts x

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