Wednesday 19 November 2018.
About 4.30 in the afternoon.
That was when I sat down with my doctor and admitted that I had lost control of my brain.
I didn't have the words for what was happening then. All I knew is that I was constantly afraid, my brain was endlessly spinning out scenarios in my head. I couldn't sleep, couldn't think, couldn't get a few minutes of respite from the fear. That's all I wanted from my doctor - a break, just a little time to recompose, re-gather and get past this so I could carry on.
It turns out mental illness doesn't work like that.
At the beginning of 2011 I had barely even picked up a camera, I couldn't have told you about shutter speeds, apertures or ISO. Five years later I was running across the globe shooting the sport I love with a client list that included many of the biggest companies in the business. I pushed myself hard to do that and thought it was normal that I ran at a pretty high level of stress, but the truth is that I was running too hot and I was so scared of it all falling apart that I never gave myself time to rest or recover properly. As soon as the fatigue started to lift I'd be back running again. That's the dirty secret about doing something you love - it brings about a whole new set of pressures, because how can you live with yourself if you fail at it? Or have to go back to working that 9-5 desk job?
Looking back it's so easy to see the cycle. I locked myself into a vicious circle: the more I over-worked myself, the more stressed I got, the more stressed I got, the harder the work became and the harder it was to recover... By the end of my time travelling, shooting a race or a project for a client was no longer fun, but an ordeal to be endured. Once I stepped away from racing in 2017 I thought I would unwind, but I repeated the same mistake, piling work on myself rather than using it as a chance to reflect and refresh. Maybe the hardest thing now is to not get frustrated with myself as it all seems so obvious with the luxury of hindsight, but if you had tried to tell me at the time I know what I would have said - "I just need to get through this bit and then it will be better..."
Come the beginning of 2019 I started seeing a therapist and learned a new word, one that has come to stain my daily existence - anxiety. She diagnosed me with general anxiety disorder, brought on by chronic stress. This was a shock for me, I'm not what most people would consider an anxious person. Over the years I have been described as aggressive, intense and over-competitive - and those epithets would be pretty accurate. If there was a problem I would try and bulldoze it rather than avoid it, but that in itself is a problem, because what happens when you find a problem you can't handle immediately?
I still refer to what happened to me in November as a nervous breakdown, but god only knows if that is accurate as it's not a phrase medical professionals seem to like these days. What I am more sure about is that I pushed my brain into a chemical imbalance, that it began constantly cascading the fight or flight hormones into my body which is both terrifying and exhausting. I could barely sleep, the fatigue from the constant worry left me unable to exercise and I lost most of my muscle mass in an alarmingly short time.
It has taken me ten months to sit here and put this down on the page. Partly that is because of the illness and medications, which have meant that only in this last week have I been able to get back on my bike and do the days I love doing. It has been a constant battle with fatigue to try and stay active. Yet on Monday I went out and did one of my bigger loops and came home feeling good, and having lost that sensation for so long I can't tell you how good it felt.
The other reason is fear. There is still a part of me that sees publicly admitting to struggling as weakness. At the height of my crisis I felt very alone - everything I read about anxiety was about people who were scared to go to the shops, drive a car or talk to people... and I couldn't relate to those people. So on one level I knew that I should write about this after, because reading something relatable at the height of my struggles would have helped.
I also know that as men we need to talk about our mental health more openly as not talking about it is killing us. Have a look at the suicides rates for young men in Europe and the US if you don't believe me. For me there was a moment in the middle of the night, as I lay there tossing and turning, that the idea of ending it all started to make sense. It would stop the suffering, after all. I don't want to over-dramatise this, the very opening of that pathway of thought still scares me today as the idea of suicide felt far less distant than I had ever imagined it could be. Certainly I had a conversation with my wife about at what point she would phone the men in white coats to have me locked away and medicated.
It never came to that - I managed to get the help I needed and today I'd say I'm doing pretty well, even if it's not always easy still. In many ways I'm quite lucky, that although my life will always be divided into the before and after this, anxiety can be dealt with. My therapist assures me that it can be put away into its box and those damaging behaviours unlearned. But I am still nervous about putting this out into the world, to admit that I reached a point where I broke. When I feel that fear I try and remember the words of an old friend - a ruthless city lawyer who I had always considered the hardest man I knew. He confessed to me that he had his own struggles because of stress, not quite the same, but not so different either. He told me that real weakness is not in falling down, but only in not getting back up again.
I have had several panic attacks and only thanks to psychologists I was able to avoid them happening, I know how to react feeling them coming. I had at least 3 with my kids around. One after a meeting where I was congratulated for amazing work after 2 months of hard work. I left the meeting I was pumped, I felt that I know exactly what to do in coming week to finalize the project. I went to picked up my kids from pre school, my colleague called, I got stressed as hell explaining him what to do for next week. I took kids for ice cream, then got SMS from the client about something I forgot, It was nothing but it felt like I messed up, that my boss will fire me, I got paranoid. Calmed myself down initially and then in the bus home, being perfectly aware of panic attack coming in, trying to calm down breathing, count to 4, I lost it. I was fortunate people helped me and my kids to get off the bus. I was miserable, crying breathing, Heathing, people looking at me. Worrying about kids of a f*cked up dad.
But rhat was a pivotal moment for me. Not saying it won’t happen again, but I am now able to sense when my base stress level is getting too high. I have been panic free since over a year. Most importantly I learned to talk to my boss and wife in advance that I am having too much and I need to calm
Down. I need a bit of chill for 2-3 weeks. I will be slower, I will not drink coffee, but I need it.
The thing is... we look good and feel like we are rocking this world and then it just happens. And quite a big portion of people around just plow through normality and judge others for losing it. They are good at wearing a mask. They will always like us when we are normal, they will cheer when we get high, they reward us, and then... as if it was a relief to them “oh he, she collapsed, he/ she is human, uffff”. Just like here. There’s quiet audience, sometimes handing out sentences who is a cheater and who is a legend. They cheer for the underdog, and cannot wait for a stumble of the dominator. Same in life.
The best thing that lows taught me is to really appreciate the highs. But more importantly, to appreciate when things are calm. To find a moment where I am not ecstatic, just fine. I hope you can find that too Matt. And more.
Thanks alot for posting
People often get pos traumatic reaction after a panic attack, they may feel disoriented, ill, memory loss, it is quite heavy on immune system, so it’s easy to get sick (my wife gets sick immediately after a high stress situation, she can liter. The level of cortisol stays high, so you feel weak, scared, not confident. For me the worst is loss of memory, especially short term memory and inability to focus. It can easily last a week or more. I literally felt as if I was run over by a bus.
Stress is like filling a glass of water. It is necessary, it keeps us sharp. Dealing with it makes us feel good. Let’s say a glass half full is good 100% is a panic attack, system default. But every stressor adds water to this glass, and it takes time and certain actions for the level to go down. Feeling under threat from a deadline, client, being in love, getting angry at someone while driving, your kids pissing you off, waiting for result of mri scan, anything like that raises that level for a prolonged period of time. Certain kinds of Exercise, of meditation, good social interactions, they lower the stress. But if you keep pouring in, you will reach 75-90% and eventually your system will accept this level as the new norm. Not only it will be hard for you to lower it, once you lower it, you will feel worse. You will feel bored and lack meaning, because suddenly you have no fires to put out. This is what seems has happened to Matt. So if you operate at higher level of stress, then not only you are spending more energy and need more computing power devoted to more tasks, anything can trigger a oanic attack and reset the system. Then you feel like crap, feel powerless, you may not be able to remember pin code to your card, you start forgetting stuff at work, and new attack comes, and another one, like waves crashing on a boat. Then depression kicks in. It’s, it’s hard.
My therapist was describing something to me and I asked her to repeat and literally said to her that it was because I could see a cloud of thoughts between us and couldn’t focus. Imagine that your mind is thinking of so much stuff that you literally can’t focus. You can’t read a book. You can’t enjoy a conversation. You have lost control of your brain.
Especially if we are spending time together with our kids. Maybe even riding somewhere in the woods and away from the civilisation.
Also, i would like to have some tips so that I know what are my options if you suddenly get into trouble. Should I remove the kids, should I leave you alone, what can I do to help?
i'm not having two consecutive nights of good sleeps since...well, i forgot. overthinker with imposter syndrome, here i am.
Also in Australia suicide is a big (biggest?) killer under young males. So getting this out in the open is a good thing and appreciate it mate!
In 08 I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 and anxiety.
My diagnosis was first Clinical Depression. Then through therapy and various meds I was finally given a "correct" diagnosis.
And I have learned how to deal with my mania in a positive way.
But my depressions combined with my anxiety leads to longer periods where I isolate myself.
I am sad to say that I have had more than one suicide attempt. My first one when I was 13.
So I get the importance of seeking help.
And articles like this helps reduce the stigma of having a mental diagnosis.
Personally I am open about my issues so that people can see that we're not the ticking bombs that media sometimes portray us as.
I for one will never pose a risk to anyone but myself.
Another thing worth mentioning is that around a third of all people will at one point or anotjer have contact witj mental health proffesionals.
And as for psychopharmaceuticals.
I am off them all. But I do not reccomend that for everyone.
It is the same as in mountain biking: to be a good rider, you have to know how to fall.
You can smell the testosterone in the comments section of every Pinkbike story - no offence meant - which makes this piece one of the most important I've seen on the site through the years. Perhaps one, two or twenty young men (most vulnerable) or women will read it and pause for thought and maybe revisit during a quiet time.
Folks, the shitty stigma is being lifted article by article, story by story.
Thank you Matt for sharing your story and vulnerability.
Consequently, people with alexithymia may have lot of interpersonnal issues and seem to manifest their emotions through physical symptoms (eating disorder, belly ache disorder, panic attack, etc).
Then you have other neurobiologic disorder (ADHD, ADD, autism) which can go unnoticed with executive functions issues, theory of mind issues, and the aformentionned alexithymia, all of which make life difficult (particularly social life), increase stress, anxiety, etc.
I struggle today feeling anxious about my wife being angry at me for riding my bike and spending (albeit a few hours a week max) away from parental duties. So I don’t ride my bike and feel a bit crap most of the time
Would be great if I could just chill out and move on, but I can’t. What’s most annoying is the knowing it’s happening but being unable to prevent
yet the voice in my head says "f*ck your bike, you suck and its not that fun anyway, just sit here and sulk"..... its a struggle..
www.mbr.co.uk/news/mountain-biking-mental-health-371357
That full concentration on the 'now' and not worrying about other stuff is one of the great things about cycling for me. Other sorts come close (skiing and climbing for me) as well...
I feel an immense guilt for riding at times as I am not home to help with our 4 year old. My wife says that it is fine but that guilt is still there.
It’s real for sure but very preventable. We all stay too busy and too tech attached. Neither is good for you. Let’s work on preventing not just fixing.
And... riding bikes is fun, never forget that
It will be a year soon I have lost one of my friends because of anxiety, I knew the guy for something like 22 years and never had a clue what is he going thru before he ended his pain on this world. You would never expect that from the person he was. However, that was only outside..
Wish you all the best to get out of it! Just share it with others, don´t keep it in yourself
Personally I had a mental break down about a year ago. It forced me to reevaluate everything I was doing wrong. With the help of my girlfriend and friends, I was able to turn things around. I got back to exercise and nutrition, lost over 30 lbs, went back to college and finished my degree, and organized a bunch of ski and bike trips with great friends.
It's weird because we almost brag about our MTB crashes, but we hide our mental ones and feel shame. Thanks to articles like this it feels like the tides are shifting. I hope everyone one is doing OK and if not, it's important to be honest about it. Speak up!!!
Thanks again. I never thought I’d see this on PB and I can’t give you enough props.
I have been fighting what I now know to be bipolar 2. No mania but it can cycle faster and/or go down into long periods of horrible depression sometimes lasting weeks or years. It was originally diagnosed as clinical depression but no meds worked really. When they got it right the meds worked and I an functional, work, married, apartment, etc. Its hard to have fought this shit for so long. I'm 37 and it started when I was a kid. I do what I can but as with any disease when it's in full on assault it's very difficult to get through.
One thing that I find highly therapeutic is mountain biking. It's great to get the endorphins flowing and I cant think too much or I'll crash so theres that too. I en
Thanks again
It is the same as in mountain biking: to be a good rider, you have to know how to fall.
Something I think I am only starting to realize, yet continuously failing to action in my own life is the overstimulation I think we are all susceptible to. This just compounds our normal stresses in life and never gives us down time to really recover.
Thank you for writing this Matt. We need more of this.
Most of them won’t be reading this, but a homage to them all just the same.
It’s certainly worth buying them a beer/chocolate/sandwich/flowers sometime and telling them how vital they are - and to ask them to keep hanging in there for us.
Thanks for sharing in such a public way Matt. Hopefully this article empowers people to realize anxiety shouldn't be normal, and that getting help isn't an admission of failure.
I'm so glad that you had the courage to get help, as well as to share your story here. It's helping people like me. It needs to be more acceptable to talk about mental health. There are so many people who are struggling and are ashamed and/or unaware. Thanks again Matt.
No seriously, thank you for the open words. I found traits of my own behaviour/personality which somewhat shocked me. Keep your head up!
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society" by Jiddu Krishnamurti.
Also, the book When the Body Says No by Dr. Gabor Mate is an excellent read about how continued mental stress manifests itself physically (sometimes in the form of panic attacks)
After more than 20 years of mental health problems and trying everything that western medicine had to offer, last month I discovered something that has helped me more than I could dream for! I'll share a couple of links here and if the urge takes you, I recommend having a gander! I don't think I've ever felt as good as I do right now, and a big party of that was finding these 2 things. Big love...
youtu.be/o1Tt0yGMm88
charleseisenstein.org/books/the-more-beautiful-world-our-hearts-know-is-possible/eng/separation
Reaching out is always helpful. God bless us all.
Be open and honest. Dont hide it.
If you have kids you still need regular weekly/daily you time. Family is hard work.
Learn to say no at work. Hard but you must.
The things you love can be contributors -yes that includes mtb. Final straw scenarios etc.
Mix up your sport. Try running as its great for smashing it out without tree risk.
Dont be ashamed. I found it bizarrely empowering that I learnt my mental body in the same way you learn your strength.
I do not consider myself weak. Knowledge is power.
Stay safe folks, stay safe.
You are not alone - I am in a similar situation, although I find myself 'back in the cycle'.
My latest meds have made me lethargic, gain weight, lack motivation and also got me questioning myself - although my sleep has improved. But I'll take energy and motivation over sleep any day.
I've also 'finished' my counselling/therapy sessions - and I found they were the biggest help.
Reading your words has made me realise I need to reach out again and try to put it 'back in its box'.
Good luck with your recovery - it isn't easy and there will be lows - but remember you are not alone in this and we should all talk about it more openly.
Thank you.
I went through the same thing. Burned out around the same time with a big bang. It all started with a panic attack and a nervous brake down on an airplane. I never thought something like this would be possible. Worked my ass off for a year and a half trying to build a startup next to my regular job. Put in 60-80+ hour work weeks and commuted 4 hours to my girlfriend over the weekends.
Looking back I can also see the cycle, but in that year I felt so much energy and kept pushing myself. I guess I always did that, being over ambitious in everything and to be honest, even when people told me to slow down, I didn't because it was fun. A month or two before my breakdown it kind of started to get exhausting and it wasn't fun anymore, but instead of throwing the anchor I still tried to keep pushing to get the next funding.
After that day on the plane my life has changed. I had lots of physical and mental health problems in the last year. Before that I was never really ill my whole life. But it got better. I never thought an illness like this really existed, but now I know. I also lost control over my brain!
However the deep fatigue I experienced for the first couple of months vanished. The panic attacks got better and the physical problems vanished altogether. I still got some recurrent issue but I am enjoying life and maybe we come out of this stronger than before! Fortunately I got people around me that helped me thought that time and I hope everyone else who has to go through the same things does too.
Biking helped me a lot to overcome the depressions that followed the breakdown. The first time that I rode my bike in spring I felt so alive again and it made me realize that things will get better.
Cheers and thanks again so much for sharing this!! I neve thought I would read sth like this on pinkbike.
Once again thanks for sharing that. More people and men especially should openly talk about getting psychiatric and therapist help, especially in our community that tends to value aggression and bulldozing over stuff as you mention
@mattwragg
Psilocybin (active psychedelic in shrooms) has great promise to treat mood disorders but it is not yet understood and can be incredibly dangerous. How much is a microdose? How potent are the mushrooms? How often? Where do you get them? Will it reduce anxiety to be arrested for drug possession? When I was in school, the general wisdom was never to do shrooms if you were stressed or depressed because it could just escalate things.
CBD supplements have no measurable psychoactive effect. Some studies suggest they have anti-inflammatory properties, which could help with pain, but the results are inconclusive. If you take CBD supplements for mental health and they work, GREAT! It makes no sense and the results are not repeatable, but results are still results.
Now daily exercise, that I can get along with. Plenty of evidence, both scientific and anecdotal, to show that getting off your butt is the best first step to feeling better.
IT´S JUST a problem in our lifes we don´t know how to get rid of accumulative fears... and our society culture has no answers for it cause is so superficial and mental... when the problem is the traumas that we all carry in our hearts from our childhood...
INSTEAD it would reccomend to any person who is going trought process similar like this (probably all of us at some point of our lifes) to try PLANT MEDICINES, aka, ayawaska, peyote, psilosibin mushrooms, bufo, (Also Lsd in a controled way...) Always in nature into a safe place... and for sure you WILL FACE YOUR FEARS and SEE THE ROOT, cry with them and release them! There is no other way, and all ancestral cultures around the world knew this...
Thanks for sharing you story @mattwragg, hope we all can help more people stepping forward. Such a pitty we didn´t met when we booth were living in Ainsa. Wish you best buddy.
@mattwragg, thank you for writing this. The death toll associated with toxic masculinity is high enough. Awesome to hear you're healing!
Giving these kind of crappy advice online is borderline criminal
Potheads believe everything can be solved with weed, CBD oil thing is bloody ridiculous, I mean this is at least for now, insane and out of control. Then you have docs who will gladly prescribe you pills, it’s a fact, even in Sweden each person I spoke to got pills, including me. Sure it is necessary for some people and it can take a few tries to get the right drug and right dosage. But it can mess people up even more. I got Xannax and after 3 weeks felt even worse, then got something like ridalin, felt like a God and got scared to sht. So no. One dude at my work got messed up by whatever he was given, it was scary to watch him come to work and act like a weirdo, seeing us react to it like “oooookaaaay” and getting even more depressed. Now if this Sweden, what happens in US? And then you have all the absolute nutters ho will tell you to become a vegan, do yoga, turn off wifi router for the night or drink 1L of thin beef bullion in the morning.
I know people who went on sick leave due to burn out and got worse. Yeah in a way you have to have environment allowing you to slow down but at the same time, you are out there, alone with your demons. Whenever I hear someone go, “finally! I need that rest, so much!” I am going “yeah, just be careful...”
It is difficult.
I'm not playing...all these things kept me sane.
I love all of you..oodles