MENTAL ILLNESS STORY

My name is Alexey Kruglov. I was born in 1990 in a small town of Yaroslavl, 150 miles away from Moscow. During my mother’s pregnancy she got into a minor car accident and that may be the reason my brain doesn’t function as well as it should.

I was raised in a strict household and did my best to be a good boy which wouldn’t save me from violent behavior from my mother and indifference from my father. I used to get the best grades at school and later at the university where I studied to become a teacher of English.

During my childhood I remember to have both psychological breakdowns out of nowhere and terrible headaches that would go away only if I made myself throw up. My parents thought it was because I have poor hygiene and punished me for this. Learning something was very hard for me, especially learning how to play the piano but I basically devoted my life to get higher grades.

When I was 18 I met the mother of my daughter and tried to be a good husband and father for the next 5 years suffering from constant headaches and depression. After 5 years my wife left me with my daughter, Agatha, who is now being raised by my parents. They have realised their mistakes and treat her as a little princess who she really is. Or maybe they just always wanted a girl?.

Nevertheless a year after the divorce I quit my job as a mortician (my 13th or 14th job in 8 years) to fulfill my old dream – building strange gear. During this year I have produced and sold over a hundred wild pedals with the help of the kindest people on Earth – the gearfreaks.

Throughout the years I have visited a lot of doctors in Yaroslavl searching for help mostly for my anxiety and depression as by that time I got used to the headaches and just thought that feeling like crap all the time and not being able to remember things I experience visually is normal.

I had no luck with heavy tranquilizers and modern antidepressants so with the help of my friends I went to Moscow to see some top Russian psychologists and neurologist and in October 2016 I was diagnosed with bad vascular brain and neck conditions. Doppler ultrasound tests have shown that the bloodstream to my brain is slowed down to a half of a normal one, several in-brain connections are damaged and my intracranial pressure is way too high. My body tried to adopt which has caused tachycardia and breathing problems – but my brain is still suffocated. Other symptoms include problems with hypothalamus functions, bad memory, photophobia, anxiety, depression and insomnia.

I went to Moscow for a two week course of intensive treatment and everything I could think about is getting better and getting back to building pedals. The treatment seemed to have helped and a new pedal was finally released along with new orders, more PCB stuff etc.

Two months after I tried to hang myself in my workshop. It waas my third attempt to end everything that was happening to me but luckily I was to heavy for the rope and fell on the floor crying and screeaming for the next countless hours. When I stopped crying I decided to go back to the only working distraction – building pedals.

Summer ment hard work and a lot of new amazing ezhi&aka pedal users.

Unfortunately it seemed to drain too much from me and I faced a doctor again.

Simply put, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Apparently my brain damage affected my psychological state and this has a name. After that I was put into a mental institution.

Funny thing is though bipolar disorder has two polar conditions in itself Russian doctors only treat you from mania (tied to bed and being injected high doses of meds) or from depression. No one addressed my anxiety issues and no one gave me any normotimics.

At first lovely psyciatrists from Yaroslavl State Hospital promised a two week stay, then a month stay, and then they just did’t know (a year maybe), so I left to fulfill numerous orders.

For more than two years now I’ve been visiting the single psychiatrist in Yaroslavl who seems to take my problems seriously and wants to help.

Unfortunately there is no recipe of treating biapolar disorder so these two years simply turned me in a guinea pig for myself, swallowing countless pills and tripping between super active nervous state and a dark dark depression.

In summer 2019 my doctor said I’ve reached a remission state so for the very first time in my life I more or less feel like I should have wihout the illness and braindamage.

That meant, it was a perfect the time to do my best and provide you with the most insane yet controllable pedals and finally release the new series pedals.

Unfortunately the remission latested for only two weeks and I went back to being a guinea pig trying to balance my state.

Though it sometimes suffered from me not being able to cope with my illness, work has always been my best medicine and you – my friends in gear – my best doctors.

If not for you I would have killed myself three years ago. Thank you for saving me numerous times.

Your friend,

Alexey