I am one of the 'oldies' on here in both pouch history (k pouch 1979) and pouch longevity.
I had been battling my colon since birth with different variations of ostomies etc since age 2...total colectomy at 19.
Was it the origin of the depression? No. Did it contribute? Greatly.
As I told many a surgeon, shrink and GP...get rid of my disease and you can get rid of my depression.
I called it a situational or circumstantial depression. Change the situation or circumstances and you change my outlook on life.
Face it, our diseases are not sexy. They do not get the publicity of heart disease (the sexiest) or cancer (the #1 in emotional empathy) ...ours are the 'hide-it-under-the-table-and-do-not-mention-it-in-public kind of diseases.
We have a smelly-stinky-bathroom-emergency kind of disease that either makes people laugh or turn their heads away and go 'ouuuu...yucky'.
We bleed and suffer from a body part that is the butt of every bad joke on the planet.
So how could we possibly not be depressed? We can't talk about it, it is invisible to the outside world, most often they don't even believe that we are sick, we lock ourselves into bathrooms or poop ourselves when in bad flares, have bags pop and leak...we are the most 'unloved' disease out there next to maybe leprosy.
There are millions of us out there and it has been barely 10+ yrs (and thanks to internet and sites like this one) that we can finally reach others like us and talk about it.
This is a terribly depressing disease. But we do not need to be depressed.
Does the colon have a 'happy hormone' that equalizes us that we have now lost forever or do we just hide out and suffer in silence in a word that shuns us?
Either way, we are not a happy bunch when in an uncontrolled flare.
I think that we deserve every ounce of depression that we feel...We own it because we have suffered for it.
But, we can also fight biology with probiotics, relaxation techniques, meditation, yoga, great friends and a bottle of wine or a funny movie with a dog or a kid.
I used to fight with long walks, exercise and cooking...The only one left to me is cooking and my grandkids.
I do not give in because that would mean that I have been fighting this fight for nothing and I am not ready to give up.
So, even though I have no answers for you, I do have hope...And the belief that the sun does come up every morning, that there are always reasons to live and laugh if you just look for them and that if all else fails, there is prozac!
Cyber hugs from an old-timer