tiggerspoohbear
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I suffer from clinical depression. Part of it is brain chemistry, part is due to other issues. I will be on meds for the rest of my life, there's no denying that. Without them, I'm in a much worse place and can barely function. I've gone to a psycho-therapist, who's job it is to ask questions and let you answer. In no way are they to direct you in any way as this is of no help. They ask questions that lead you to what is actually bothering you, if you can't come up with it, or help you through the process of self-discovery. I was lucky enough that my doc was very happy that I was so self-aware, that I knew where my problems lay but that I was willing for him to bring things to the surface and learn to deal with them. I also saw a psychiatrist at the same because he was the one who had the full pharmacological knowledge to prescribe meds and ensure they were effective. In Ontario, psychiatrists are not trained to do any kind of "talk" therapy, and the 2 I had the displeasure of dealing with were useless except to prescribe. I know myself well enough to know that I have about a 2 yr shelf life for any anti-depressant or mood stabilizer, then things need to be changed around. And I'm at that point now. I've had close friends and family tell me I just needed to quit thinking about it, or to pull myself up by my bootstraps and I'd be better. Well, sorry, but when you have clinical depression and various disorders that go along with it, these people did more damage than good. The only person who ever truly tried to help and understand me, and still does to this day, is my dad. He's my rock and there are days when I'd be lost without him, even though we're 4 hours apart. I count myself blessed that Tigger is the same as my dad. He realizes "it's not all in my head" and that sometimes things in my head lead to me making mountains out of nothing, forget about mountains out of molehills. He's there for me in a way that no one else has been, relationship wise and understands that this is an illness. Not that I'm crazy, but an actual illness. Soemthing people to this day sometimes have a problem realizing.
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