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Do antidepressants work?
Nonameanymore:
Bones, I have had that question for some time. But let me tell you this. I am going through the loneliest 8 months of my life. At the end of January I was working two jobs and as a result I had a herniated disc. It happens that I went through this on my own, in fact I remember that when on the 4th day I couldn't even turn around in bed and decided to go to the hospital, I was unable to get up or put on shoes because I was in such pain that I never felt before in my life. Anyway, I went to the hospital with slippers (!) and had some shots done. After the physical pain wore off thanks to the shots, the emotional pain hit through and I was crying because I was so lonely and alone and I had nobody to take care of me (in fact I broke up with someone at the time who, because on the first day the aches started offered to take me to the hospital and I said no because I wanted to go to church, he said that he 'punished' me for not taking me on the day that I was bedridden because I didn't go when he wanted me to go - go figure). But first, I realised that I took care of myself pretty well and months later when I was talking about with someone else, he said 'you should have called me'. I didn't even think of calling that person at the time and I am sure there would have been others who would be willing to take me to the hospital too.
I think that help is always there when we need it. Somehow when we are deep in the pit of self-despair, we don't see it.
I think asking for help has been my toughest issue. I don't mean financial help but actually coming out and admitting 'I can't deal with this on my own, I need some help'.
Another issue has been for me to see that we are not really separate from one another. Maybe it's all these new age and metaphysical seminars I have been going to that talk about oneness but I am starting to really believe that this is truly the case...
BonesMS:
--- Quote from: Hountini on August 15, 2011, 04:57:08 AM ---Bones, I have had that question for some time. But let me tell you this. I am going through the loneliest 8 months of my life. At the end of January I was working two jobs and as a result I had a herniated disc. It happens that I went through this on my own, in fact I remember that when on the 4th day I couldn't even turn around in bed and decided to go to the hospital, I was unable to get up or put on shoes because I was in such pain that I never felt before in my life. Anyway, I went to the hospital with slippers (!) and had some shots done. After the physical pain wore off thanks to the shots, the emotional pain hit through and I was crying because I was so lonely and alone and I had nobody to take care of me (in fact I broke up with someone at the time who, because on the first day the aches started offered to take me to the hospital and I said no because I wanted to go to church, he said that he 'punished' me for not taking me on the day that I was bedridden because I didn't go when he wanted me to go - go figure). But first, I realised that I took care of myself pretty well and months later when I was talking about with someone else, he said 'you should have called me'. I didn't even think of calling that person at the time and I am sure there would have been others who would be willing to take me to the hospital too.
I think that help is always there when we need it. Somehow when we are deep in the pit of self-despair, we don't see it.
I think asking for help has been my toughest issue. I don't mean financial help but actually coming out and admitting 'I can't deal with this on my own, I need some help'.
Another issue has been for me to see that we are not really separate from one another. Maybe it's all these new age and metaphysical seminars I have been going to that talk about oneness but I am starting to really believe that this is truly the case...
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A thought just occurred to me about why it is so difficult to admitting to ourselves that "can't deal with this" and asking for the help we need. I think that, due to being forcibly trapped with NWomb-Donors and NSperm-Donors, we were FREQUENTLY PUNISHED for DARING TO HAVE ANY NEEDS AT ALL. When we learned, the hard way, as children that we could not rely or trust those that were SUPPOSED TO BE OUR CAREGIVERS, who could we rely on? Who could we trust? We were trapped in the double-bind and still struggle, to this day, in attempting to escape.
Bones
Nonameanymore:
Bones will you allow me to recommend a good movie on the subject (if you haven't seen it already)? It's '28 days' with Sandra Bullock. I know it's another cheesy, rehab movie but it has been one that I go back and watch when I need to be reminded of how important it is to ask for help...
SilverLining:
--- Quote from: BonesMS on August 15, 2011, 08:37:25 AM ---
A thought just occurred to me about why it is so difficult to admitting to ourselves that "can't deal with this" and asking for the help we need. I think that, due to being forcibly trapped with NWomb-Donors and NSperm-Donors, we were FREQUENTLY PUNISHED for DARING TO HAVE ANY NEEDS AT ALL. When we learned, the hard way, as children that we could not rely or trust those that were SUPPOSED TO BE OUR CAREGIVERS, who could we rely on? Who could we trust? We were trapped in the double-bind and still struggle, to this day, in attempting to escape.
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And unfortunately "taking a pill" becomes a meager substitute for real emotional help. My parents were always good at providing cheap substitutes for emotional support. They'd gladly hand over a buck or two to let the offspring go off and console themselves with some food or trinket. I was essentially trying to self medicate myself out of depression by the time I was 14 years old, starting with caffeine and sugar. There was no real emotional support from the FOO, and the peer group was of little functional help.
Meh:
That seems to be a big part of the problem in the ineffectiveness of the treatment IMO because the pill really is suppose to be like an imperfect aid to treatment NOT the whole treatment.
I still think it's all a big scam from pharm companies.
I've pointed this out before but will say again. Makers of prozac tried to get a re-patent on the pills for PMS (Premenstrual Disphoric Disorder). Because all women of child bearing age according to them temporarily develop a mental illness for one week a month. What a big lie!
$$$$$$$$$
The last prescription I had for antidepressants cost $60 a month.
Money is all relative I know, it wasn't a lot of money for me at the time that I was purchasing it but now I couldn't purchase it even if I wanted. But I don't want it anyways :)
A deep depression and a huge life changing event is what contributed to me stopping the pills.
I thought whoa! Sh*t is flying and the pills are not going to change that, and I feel like crap and the pills are not going to change that. Life just isn't perfect for some people and a pill doesn't fix that.
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