hiddenmuse (
hiddenmuse) wrote2003-03-08 05:02 pm
The Prodigal Daughter of the Prozac Nation
You know how I said that I wouldn't join an lj community for people suffering from depression because they can be so fucking depressing? Well, I've given in and joined
depression and
imstillhere, communities for depressives and general mental health discussion.
I can't keep doing this alone, as much as I'd love to just burrow myself into a hole somewhere and hide from it all. I need to keep getting help - and I really need to get back to my doctor & back on the meds. I need to tell the doctor that I hate the sexual side effects from the antidepressants - that may be part of the reason I keep going off the drugs, to be honest. That, and the fact that I'm such a cocky fuck ... getting better, then getting proud and going off my antidepressant du jour, only to feel like shit and have to go back on again. Of course, by the time I have to go back on, my body has acclimated to not being on the medication, the side effects are worse and/or wierder, and I go off again because I can't wait out the 4-6 weeks for the side effects to go away.
In other words, hello world, I'm a fuck-up. I'd rather let my pride get in the way of getting better, rather than admit that I'm having problems with the medications, or that I do the most idiotic thing possible by going off the meds once I start to feel better.
And that's what I've been doing lately - allowing pride to keep me from getting better, and allowing my depression to send me into a shame spiral of guilt, near-paranoia, excesses and other fun things.
I can't keep doing this alone, as much as I'd love to just burrow myself into a hole somewhere and hide from it all. I need to keep getting help - and I really need to get back to my doctor & back on the meds. I need to tell the doctor that I hate the sexual side effects from the antidepressants - that may be part of the reason I keep going off the drugs, to be honest. That, and the fact that I'm such a cocky fuck ... getting better, then getting proud and going off my antidepressant du jour, only to feel like shit and have to go back on again. Of course, by the time I have to go back on, my body has acclimated to not being on the medication, the side effects are worse and/or wierder, and I go off again because I can't wait out the 4-6 weeks for the side effects to go away.
In other words, hello world, I'm a fuck-up. I'd rather let my pride get in the way of getting better, rather than admit that I'm having problems with the medications, or that I do the most idiotic thing possible by going off the meds once I start to feel better.
And that's what I've been doing lately - allowing pride to keep me from getting better, and allowing my depression to send me into a shame spiral of guilt, near-paranoia, excesses and other fun things.
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Recently I have started going to hypnotherapy and I must admit I am beginning to feel a lot better. I have only had four sessions and I have changed a lot I don't get mood swings as much. I relax so much. It's great.
Take care. *hugs*
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I spent the better part of my adulthood in depression, and didn't even know it. Once I got on the meds, it got better. I didn't think it was better because my thinking and chemicals had been so damaged by it all. I thought I was just under the medication and didn't care about anything anymore... so, a little of that depression was still hanging out in my head.
I don't know that it completely goes away, but I know it gets better. I've been off the meds for about 2 years now and am still doing alright.
On the subject of sexual side effects: My husband and I were both depressed, neither of us having any idea this was the case. His method of dealing with depression (though ineffective) was sexual acting out. He has recently gotten treatment (meds) for the depression, and has all but lost his desire. I, on the other hand, delt with some of my depression by denying others anything I had to offer, including sex, and I was absolutely NEVER in the mood. When I went on Paxil, I became a cock monster. Considering this area was one of the things affected by the depression, it was conversely affected by the correction of chemicals.. if that makes any sense.
Anyway, get back to the doctor woman! It's not forever, I'm sure of that.
~Kay
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Although, I don't think the co-worker I flashed while hopped up on Paxil would've minded - he was 16 and happy to see tits (I was 22 at the time). *evil grin*
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She asked me why I kept stopping, I told her it was a mixture of wanting more control/never wanting to be dependent on antidepressents.
She said "if you were a diabetic, would you be afraid to be dependent on insulin?"
...
*hug*
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