As I start writing this piece I glance out the window and there is perched a Myna, one of the numerous of that pest of a species that populates my locale. I had already intended to use them as an example in this piece before seeing that little guy.
If you know me you know that I’m a Harry Potter fan, and so it seems natural to me when I need to make a comparison to use a mythical creature – the Phoenix – when I compare my favourite bird with my least favourite. The Phoenix and the Myna. These birds create a strong image when trying to display the impact of mental illness during COVID-19.
I’ve had a rough week, last Friday several hours following an outpatient treatment of ECT I had a panic attack due to thinking I had inadvertently taken a double dose of Lithium and was therefore bound to have another delirium episode. High Lithium levels combined with ECT were the cause of last year’s episode. After a while of trying to calm down and shoo away the flock of Mynas I had to call an ambulance, my heart was 147bpm and I felt a lack of confidence in my ability to maintain proper cognitive function. I knew that there was a Phoenix who wanted to come and rescue me, all he needed was a little belief on my part, but I didn’t have it. Instead of summoning the strong, heroic bird who could carry me to safety. I called the paramedics who went through my medications and concluded that I hadn’t double dosed – this calmed me down significantly, however, I was still anxious for reasons beyond my control and the paramedics were obliged to take me to hospital because my heart remained above 120bmp, the figure at which they have to take you in.
On Saturday my anxiety decreased, but depression took the reigns. Again I allowed the Mynas to overwhelm me, a pest that has overtaken my suburb. I allowed their squawking to drown out the song of the Phoenix, he could have reminded me that there are people who love me, that despite being unable to attend, I have a church family who love each other and even in these hard times are actively serving our Lord and one another. When there are a flock of Mynas and only one Phoenix it is easy to hear the sounds of the many rather than the one, but the one is stronger and not a mere pest.
I didn’t understand why I was so depressed and anxious until seeing my psychologist on Monday; she explained to me that it is completely understandable that I would be experiencing this level of depression having endured hours of believing that I was going to experience another delirium. I did not receive the comfort and validation that I needed in those hours and was left to dread what was coming. The delirium far outweighs anything else as the most terrifying experience of my life.
The rest of this week, despite having two comforting sessions with my psychologist and one with my psychiatrist in which he was validating toward my experience and apologetic for not acknowledging my distress when I messaged him on the night of the panic attack. I have remained deeply depressed; my dose of Rexulti has been increased from an already high 3mg to the maximum of 4mg. My psychiatrist and I are going to see how this increase goes before either increasing my ECT from fortnightly to weekly, or having another admission in the clinic to try one of two new drugs, sadly neither of which are on the PBS (actually Rexulti isn’t either, but I get samples).
COVID-19 is such a small part of my life – yes, I have just purchased five washable and re-useable face masks, but there are bigger things I have to deal with. It is not very abnormal for me to be alone. I enjoy seeing my friends, but I am an introvert and COVID while making things inconvenient, hasn’t changed my life that much. The two annoying things are 1. I’m getting fatter again because the pools are closed and I’m eating too much. 2. I have to get tested every fortnight 4 days prior to ECT and isolate between the test and going to the ECT procedure. COVID is an area where the world feels swamped by Mynas and those of us already living with mental illness feel like everyone is getting a taste of what our lives are like. We feel isolated, burdened, judged – we experience some people being afraid of us like you do now when people are scared you’ll contaminate them.
A Phoenix lives his life – 500 years – as a symbol of strength and renewal, to die in flames and be reborn out of the ashes. Like man he is eternal, but he will see Earth through its phases, a gift, or perhaps burden man does not have. Considering the portrayal of Fawkes, Dumbledore’s pet phoenix in Harry Potter allows us to consider loyalty, strength and hope. In the book Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince Fawkes flies in circles and sings over Dumbledore’s dead body before departing, never to be seen again in the stories. He is loyal and yet his own master. We are in a phase, COVID-19 will go away.