For the past three years I’ve been working on a novel about a young girl who suffers from depression. The idea, as it was first proposed to me by Cheryl Klein, my editor, was to depict an “organic depression” as opposed to a depression that is caused by a particular traumatic event. As it turns out, Vicky ends up having a depression that is both organic and situational in that the natural mourning after her mother’s death six years before turns into an abiding and debilitating depression. In any depression, the chemical origins and the life stressors are hard to separate. There are people and events in Vicky’s life that are stressful but there is no ongoing trauma. Her family is well-off. She attends an exclusive private school. She is the first to admit that she is very privileged. And yet one evening she swallows enough sleeping pills to end her life. The book starts on the day after her suicide attempt and follows her stay at the hospital, her stay at a “recovery” ranch and her return home. Vicky’s story is the story of her struggle to “be friends with life.” Whether she succeeds or not is the driving tension of the book.
I’m one of those who agree with Ursula K. Le Guin that “one of the things fiction does is lead you to recognize what you did not know before.” I thought I knew about depression before I started writing the book (my long-time experience with this illness was why I agreed to write it), but there were attitudes, feelings thoughts about depression that I now recognize for the first time. (The fact that it has taken me three years trying to “get it right” is some indication of both the complexity of the illness as well as, perhaps, a personal hesitancy to go deeply into the dark belly of the whale). I found out, for example, about the heavy, dragging weight of pretending you are “okay”. I discovered the anger and frustration that depression can evoke in others. Most of all, I glimpsed at some of the tools needed to, if not overcome, at least live and function with depression. Yes, medication is needed. Medication is essential in organic depression. But along with medication, surviving depression in the long term requires a shift in the way we see the world. I’m going to call this shift “accourage” because it consists partly in accepting that life is hard (abandoning the expectation that it should be easy and totally likeable) and partly in courageously proceeding to try to be useful, as best we can, despite life’s hardness. But how do we get accourage? What I learned from writing this book is that accourage comes eventually from the daily decision to live for an ideal. What ideal? It’s up to you. You create the ideal you want to live for. An ideal is an image of who you want to be. It is more than a belief system or a moral code in that an ideal tugs at your heart and soul and not just your mind. The ideal can be based on myth or religion or history or your imagination. You choose it and then you do your best to embody it. The only rule is that the ideal you follow has to be large enough, better enough, true enough to what is best in you and human kind to exert a pull on you and fill you with hope. The ideal has to be worthy enough for you to want to be like. Gustav Jung said about patients in the second half of life that “there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life.” This is what I most learned about depression from writing my book: that learning to live with and even prevail against depression depends on finding a “religious” ideal. Religious not necessarily in the traditional sense of a faith in a body of beliefs, but religious in the root meaning of the word, re-ligare, as in we need to re-connect, bind ourselves, with mind, heart, soul and strength with an image that embodies kindness, and courage and sacrifice and dedication. An image of someone  greater and deeper and truer than our hurting selves.
February 6, 2014
What I Learned About Depression
January 25, 2012
Second Chances
After I finished writing my first YA book, Behind the Eyes (Dutton: 2005), my then eighteen-year-old daughter Anna said to me with characteristic honesty that it was a good book but that I had held back. I had held back from being as knowledgeable and wise and funny as she knew I was. I don’t know if I denied or admitted it to her. I try to remain non-judgmental to my family’s comments about my books so that they can be free to voice whatever they think (I don’t always succeed at this), but I do know that in my heart of hearts she was right. For some reason, I held back. I was, like Hector, the young main character of the book, afraid to share the gifts I was given. So when I wrote Marcelo in the Real World, I did my best to not hold back, to leave it all on the page. I’ve tried to do the same with other books I’ve written, even though I still have a ways to go. I know, for example, that there is still a gap betwen the humor and lightheartedness of my life and the books I write, but I’m working on that. After all, it’s not always easy to transform knowledge and wisdom and humor into art which is essential in writing a novel that will interest and maybe even touch another soul.
I came to accept Behind the Eyes as one of those learning and growing experiences that every writer has and I moved on. Then a year or so ago Arthur A. Levine/Scholastic decided it would be nice to have all of my books under their imprint and they purchased the expired rights to Behind the Eyes. Cheryl Klein and I had long thoughtful discussions about the book and we decided that we had a choice to publish the book with minor changes, major revisions or somewhere in between. We went for the middle-path. A place to travel in life, as well. So in a few more days I will give Cheryl final revisions (there have been a couple of drafts already) to the book which is scheduled to come out in the Spring of 2013. A second chance. How rare is that? I have absolutely no need for second chances for Marcelo or Death Warriors or Irises, but as to Behind the Eyes, I am so grateful to be given the opportunity to not hold back. For in addition to the knowledge, wisdom and humor that my daughter correctly perceived I had witheld, I also held back on love. How could it happen that I could create a character like Hector without truly loving him? It makes me sad to think about this. I guess learning to love (characters and real human beings) takes time and mistakes galore. All that I can think of is that I had to learn about love and about self-forgiveness before Hector could love himself and others, before Hector could chisel his way through the granite ways of self-acceptance.
So I’m off to pour all I have into the final revisions of this old and new book and, with Cheryl’s help, this will become art. I’m not holding back. I’m leaving it all on the page.Â
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November 6, 2008
Unknown Seeds
One of the questions that I am asked by people who have read the “advanced review copies” of Marcelo in the Real World is what inspired me to write about a young man like Marcelo. I am not sure that we are ever able to accurately pinpoint the origins of an idea. We carry a seed within us. It came to us when we were a child perhaps. Then one day something happens and the seed presents itself to our consciousness and we water it with attention and we make it grow. When I was a boy growing up in Mexico, I would buy every Sunday a comic book called “Vidas Ilustres” or “Illustrious Lives”. The comic book presented each week the life of a different saint. I collected hundreds of these and the lives of saints filled me with visions of heroism and sacrifice. Was this the seed that forty-five years later turned into the story of a pure, saint-like young man who spends his time reading the holy books? During my senior year at Spring Hill College I lived in a L’Arche community, a Christian community where people with developmental disabilities and “normal” staff lived together with as few barriers between them as possible. Was this the seed that thirty-eight years later turned into the story of a young man diagnosed as having Asperger’s Syndrome? I can try to answer as best I can what inspired me to write Marcelo in the Real World – but my answer in the end will be a guess. The wind blows where it wills. We carry within us seeds placed there by the life we lead. And then one day the seeds present themselves to us gently or forcefully and will us to make them grow with life.