We all have our little vices.
With mental illness, it’s particularly important to work out which ones you’re going to have to sacrifice for your wellbeing.
After a big slump in January, I decided to have a bit of a clearout. I made a number of lifestyle changes that helped me regain some motivation and stability, some of which have stuck and some haven’t.
Cutting out alcohol: check. Apart from a handful of booze-ups this year, all of which have been planned for (including the aftermath), I am alcohol free and I feel a lot better for it. I’m convinced it’s probably the major contributor to my 12kg weight loss this year, from 92kg to just on 80kg, which apparently is within my healthy BMI range.
Consistent sleep/wake times: yes and no. I have slowly come to recognize that my body actually does need a certain amount of sleep each night, and in order for my body to find a natural sleep/wake rhythm, I need to at least give it a chance by giving it some consistency, not pulling a 3am sleep/7am wake one day and crashing at 5pm till 9am the next.
Fitness: yes and then no. I started a running programme, as I talked about the other week, which has fallen by the wayside. I am going to reinstate this, or at least some form of regular walking, now that the summer months are returning.
Cutting down caffeine: fail, but not for the want of trying.
In February, I chose a replacement beverage for caffeine and alcohol: green tea. With drinking (and smoking), your body doesn’t just become used to the chemicals, it become used to the consistent action of imbibing.
Green tea seemed perfect as it was a hot drink that could be consumed slowly in a social setting, allowing me to match pace with my drinking fellows without filling myself full of sugary soft drinks. During the day, the psychological need to have a cup of something to drink when I sat down at a new task was also met.
It didn’t last too long, and it’s not hard to understand why. Caffeine is a psychoactive substance, and according to Medscape, it’s the world’s favourite. Coffee is second only to petrol as the world’s most traded commodity.
Of course, alchohol and nicotine are pretty well consumed as well, along with sugary sweety things, but we know these are not good to stuff yourself with.
Is coffee good for you?
Apparently, yes – and if you’re a woman, it may even act as a potential shield against depression, says the results of a new study published recently in the Archives of Internal Medicine. Brain Blogger reports:
The researchers followed more than 50,000 women with an average age of 63 years from May 1980 to April 2004 as part of the Nurses’ Health Study. At the beginning of the study, none of the women had a diagnosis of depression. Researchers collected and analyzed self-reported data regarding tea, coffee, soft drink, and chocolate consumption. Over a 10-year period, 2607 of the women developed depression, defined as physician-diagnosed depression or antidepressant use.
The risk of developing depression was 15% lower for women who consumed 2 to 3 cups of coffee per day, compared with women who consumed less than 1 cup a week. For women who consumed 4 or more cups of coffee daily, the risk was 20% lower.
Thing is, I don’t just love coffee.
I have an almost insatiable penchant for energy drinks, for which the evidence of goodness is decidedly lesser. The study above found no association between reduced rates of depression and caffeine from sources other than a regular cup of coffee.
Consider this case study from a Medscape paper on caffeine-related psychiatric disorders:
Brenda had started college 6 months ago and was struggling to keep up. As her grades slipped, Brenda redoubled her efforts by studying more. Unfortunately, fatigue set in and made her less attentive…
While some students might turn to more potent and illicit drugs, Brenda chose caffeine instead. She carefully read labels and soon discovered an energy drink with the highest level of caffeine. The energy drink did the trick, at least for a brief period. Brenda soon found that 6 energy drinks in the evening kept her awake and relatively alert. The caffeine excess came at a cost though, measured in terms of persisting insomnia, nervousness, and mood fluctuations. Those symptoms actually worsened her test performance leading a friend to suggest she visit a doctor.
I know how Brenda feels. I discovered the Brain Blogger entry about the caffeine study last week, and happily deluded myself for a few days as I continued to guzzle those ridiculously large 500ml cans of V (now in an inticing, sickly new blue flavor) that I was actually going to be fine.
But this is just another form of self-medicating.
I’m still feeling fragile about my recent three-week crash, and caffeine is acting as a crutch to keep me up even when I’m feeling fine. It’s almost like I feel it’s an insurance policy for getting through the day.
The Medscape article recommends that “every individual entering the medical system should, at some point, receive a nutritional assessment.” I have never had one – I’ve had conversations, but nothing so formal as an assessment:
Clinicians should attempt to quantify each beverage type consumed per day. To assist data collection, the person can be instructed to keep a daily log of all liquids consumed. This can be an instructive lesson for the individual, who might discover, for example, that all liquids consumed in an average day might be caffeinated sodas. This allows the clinician to stress the importance of varying the diet and, most importantly, of adding water in place of other beverages.
There’s no reason why you can’t do this yourself. Keeping a diary of your liquid diet could help you see how you may be unwittingly adding to your mood swings.
I’ve found it’s a common reaction both for those with a mental illness and people in our orbit to blame problems that crop up on problems with medication or dosage, but these things don’t work in isolation.
I think it might be time to face up that while caffeine may help me achieve lift-off, everything that goes up comes down eventually, even if it shoots into orbit.
And Skylab didn’t look too flash after re-entry.

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Without coffee I would starve…
I know I will probably be burnt at the stake as a heretic, but there are some bloody good decaf products which satisfy my psychological craving for coffee. I find that by limiting myself to one or two real coffees per day and filling in the gaps with decaf that, for the most part, I can keep it in balance
I used to be a complete V addict. It’s about the only thing that kept me upright and retaining information at university. I was on so much caffeine (I think about 3 V bottles a day) that I eventually crashed and burned and had to quit.
Regular caffeine screws up my moods something wicked. The longer I’m consistently on it (even a tiny dose like mountain dew or green tea), the worse my anxiety gets, my moods cycle two or three times in the day and I get more and more night frights. I can take caffeine in one-off doses and it can improve my moods when I’m super down, but it’s hard to control the addictive side of it and avoid the inevitable crash at the end.
For some reason, I was under the illusion that green tea didn’t contain caffeine, or at the very least it contained much less. Having just looked it up, I see that it’s pretty much the same, depending on how it’s brewed. Looks like I might have to switch to decaf as an alternative after all. Thanks for alerting.
Yeah, if you have the proper Japanese Sancha and let it settle for a while, it’s got quite a decent kick to it.
No problem.
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There is an ever-present bottle of V on my desk. I’ve tried to kick the habit but the quetiapine hangover makes it hard to function without some sort of caffeine hit
Q is very heavy shit. -a quetiapine survivor
I have to deal with this regularly. It’s hard to explain it to employers also.
Quetiapine was just awful, although I’m unusually sensitive to it – I had the smallest dosage and I had to somehow try and cut it into an eighth of the size. Too much would knock me out, not enough wouldn’t work.
I’ve given up everything except caffeine – and that’s down to two cups a day. Sleep I have a week-good and weekend-bad pattern, which isn’t productive because I find myself starting the week trying to catch up and readjust.
Do you have any idea why that sleep pattern is happening? Do you go to bed and wake up at the same time each day? Is there something that happens on Friday night to disrupt your routine?
I drink heavy, heavy amounts of coffee during the first part of the day. One at breakfast before I leave the house; two from my personal coffee pot in my individual office because I have free control to make it extra strong; and one cup from the office coffee pot which is significantly weaker. Sometimes I think it aggravates bitchiness. The one time I tried to wean myself off of the stuff I was even more of a bitch, and decided just to go back on the stuff because the headaches were unbearable.
I’m not a real fan of energy drinks. I do know of a [former] friend who pretends to have ADHD (as does his partner) just to get prescriptions of Adderall (basically, amphetamine). He will crush up six pills and mix the powder with energy drinks in order to stay awake for three days so that he can act like an invaluable superman at the office who does so many projects. He’s afraid to stop and take a break. Then he crashes for a day and is impossible to wake up.
You have your own coffee dispenser? Sexy…
That story about your former friend is scary – I imagine he either has to go to different docs to get the prescriptions or there’s one very negligent GP. GPs are usually quite clued up on people who go round “shopping” for meds.
Yeah, my own 4-cup maker is better than having to listen to the primary secretary in the office bitch about how strong it is
Though now I have an ally who enjoys strong coffee throughout the day (and a cute gay guy at that, who both I and my immediate boss drool over …)
The former friend doctor-shops and goes round and round looking for them. He finds some unscrupulous ones in very bad parts of the city and always pays in cash.
What’s really sad is that he uses it to fuel his protestant work ethic (although he probably has a serious biological addiction now), his Republican belief that you have to work yourself to death in order to advance in this world. He’s paranoid, in this economy, of losing his job even though his work is outstanding, and even though the other designers go home at normal hours and don’t work themselves to death.
Sadly, I think he’s heading towards an early grave.