When my depression sets in I usually find myself blocked from accessing and maintaining the submissive mental space that I hold so dear. I can catch glimpses of it but the moments are fleeting and I cannot grab on and ride the feelings for any amount of time. Something else I notice is that to "get there," I have a natural shift in the types of fantasies my brain chases.
In normal times I can linger in a fantasy of a loving and warm, albeit strict form of lifestyle D/s. I crave the intimacy and personal connection. I long for the embrace of my soulmate and my heart flutters as I find my life's meaning through submission and service. This is my ultimate vulnerability and the words of my heart resonate deeply to my core.
As depression slowly erodes my feelings over time, I find the demons screaming at me, attacking my fears and weaknesses. The defenses around my heart activate and I feel things close off within. I know this is my coping mechanism. I know it is effective. My submissive self is still here and it suffers, unable to feel the way it should. When an idealized sense of love falls from its view, it continues searching.
It begins to pursue fantasies that exist within the darkness. Cruel. Harsh. Impersonal. These flash the glimpses that allow for submission under any circumstances. I cease thinking about myself as a life partner. I become something lesser. A slave. A prisoner. A servant. It does not matter who I am, it only matters what I do. I am an action. I am a service. I merely exist at someone else's beck and call. I have no choices. No freedom. No future. I am there, trapped by the moment, living moment to moment, day by day. There is no warmth or love waiting at the end of the trials. The best I can hope for is the absence of pain. I still want to love... I just do not expect to be loved.
Why do things turn so dark? Why is this the only way that I feel anything decent? Is this the manifestation of how I see myself? Or is this my inner submissive simply scrounging to be fed and it takes whatever crumbs it can get?
This is part of the cycle. In these times, it is the only way I can get off. I don't know how I should feel about that, or if I should just ride it, knowing that this is temporary.
As a number of blogging
friends that I know are also currently experiencing depression, seasonal
or otherwise, I was asked to write on this topic. The person in
question went from basically… being horny and having many orgasms each
day to complete loss of desire that has lasted over a week. The
question they wanted answered was if the loss of desire was due to loss
of interest or depression.
The answer I have: It is depression.
I’ve been to more therapists than I can remember their names. One of
the questions they ask, often in the first 5-10 minutes of the first
meeting if you are feeling depressed is: how is your sex drive?
They ask this in couples therapy as well.
Loss of sex drive is one of the big tipoffs for many and it is especially noticeable when it involves a drastic change.
Since everyone has different things going on, I will just share how
my process works in regards to this as it may lead to some observations
that are applicable for others.
My own arousal is completely intertwined with feelings of
submission. I do not get aroused without being in or thinking about D/s
in some way. If I am aroused I am feeling submissive. If I am feeling
submissive I am aroused.
The first thing that makes me aware that I have depression setting in
is the inability for me to access my submissive mental space. For me,
feeling submissive is a state of ultimate vulnerability where my heart
is pulled to the surface and I am unable to avoid or hide my feelings.
As I have been dealing with depression for 30+ years and finally
found a sustainable means of coping in the past 10 years, I have come to
learn quite a bit about the process. I refer to the effects of my
depression as my “demons.” They are basically impulses, thoughts, and
feelings that creep into my head and begin to respond to random triggers
and fill me with an impulse of negativity and pain.
One of note was when a friend and I were at a restaurant (I was 20)
and she was coloring on the menu with a purple crayon and made a
reference to Harold. This was a reference to a children’s book that I
cherished from my youth, called Harold and the Purple Crayon. I
probably read it and had it read to me well over 100 times from the
ages of 2-4 and it carried with it many happy memories of the innocence
of youth and times where I was protected from the world that regularly
harmed me. I also remember when I was made to give it away at age 5. I
had planned to keep it forever and read it to my children. Taking it
away from me was a betrayal and it left me devastated (that same day I
was forced to give up a number of precious childhood keepsakes). This
event triggered me to relive the moments of lost innocence and it was a
pivotal moment in my life when sentimental value ceased to exist for
me. I relived feeling a part of my heart die and I was overwhelmed with
pain at realizing I hated being alive and carrying all of this pain.
While not every trigger is as strong as this one was, they happen
enough to make life… feel not good. I have since learned to “shrug off”
the impulses, but it doesn’t stop me from having them. During my
depression, this will happen anywhere from 1 to 200 times a day, with
the worse the depression is the more often it happens.
My coping mechanism is to try and keep myself busy and occupied.
Keep my brain thinking about unimportant things. These are the times
where I might watch 75 episodes of a TV or anime series in a week. In
turn, my heart closes off. My feelings dull and get numb. If I feel
anything, it is living vicariously through whatever I am doing or
watching.
As this happens, my sex drive shuts off. It’s not like I don’t want
to do intimate and sexual things, but it is that I am unable feel
vulnerable. When I am not vulnerable, I do not feel submissive.
Without feeling submissive, I do not get aroused. Without arousal I
have no sex drive. In times like now, where I do not have D/s in my day
to day home life it leaves me stuck and blocked.
That being said, my vulnerability can be forced open in the presence
of dominance. It requires an incredibly strict and harsh form of
dominance, but it can in fact rip down my walls and keep me in a
submissive and aroused state.
Hopefully this description will help them answer their question.

