nefertari
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*Fast Reply* I, too, hesitated before reading or responding to this thread. I've fought depression for almost all of my life. Severe uni-polar depression as SusanofO described and the stigma can be damning. I understand competely what Scooter was saying and don't think any less of him for it. Instead, I think more of him for being brave enough to say what most people that haven't experienced depression or bipolar disorder only think. Besides, maybe because I've "been there", I have little tolerance for the victim mentality. It may be hard, but it can be done if you really want it. Maybe to some that makes me cold. I don't think so, but it may come across that way. I have a lot of compassion and empathy for others. I'll support you through whatever you need. I'll sit beside you and not talk...just be there..if that's what you need. I'll encourage you. But I won't help you wallow in it. (Although there are *days* when that is exactly what you need to do. Lick your wounds, so to speak, so you can move on.) I know..I'm rambling... I'm a half glass full kinda person. Always see the good or possibility in any situation. So I refused SSRI's for many years thinking that I just need to "suck it up" because there was nothing in my life to be depressed about. Only thing is my "baseline" was depressed, just not oppressively so but certainly not happy, so for many years I was miserable. Therapy didn't work for me because I already knew (through vast amounts of research and experience) what the therapists were telling me. My last severe episode was 3 years ago, lasted 18 months, and was something I pray to God to never repeat again. It was....oppressive. There really are no words to describe something like it. It felt as though it hurt to breathe. The *only* thing that kept me alive, literally, was my children. Not that I thought they needed me, because in that state I thought they would be better off without me. But because I didn't want to leave them with that legacy. Children of a parent that committed suicide have a dramatically increased risk of committing suicide themselves. I wanted better for them. By the time I got to this stage, SSRI's weren't working. They tried I think damn near every one. Fortunately, I came through it...don't ask me how because so much of that time of my life is a blur...very few actual memories. But depression does sometimes run it's course...at least in severity. One thing a lot of people don't realize is that people with chronic depression have to "retrain" their brain in order to actually get better and stay better. The negative thinking depression causes becomes learned behavior which is why the Cognitive Behavior Therapy Doctor Dubious mentioned is so wonderful for many. Another thing a lot of people don't realize is that the longer depression goes untreated the harder it is to treat. Probably because of the learned behavior, is my guess. Also, during my research I learned that each severe or major episode increases your risk of another so by the time you get to your 4th or 5th you're almost guaranteed another. Doctor Dubious, correct me if I'm wrong. I think had I taken SSRI's sooner in life I could have avoided my last sooo major episode. Now I take my happy pills (Lexapro...LOVE 'EM) and I've never felt better. And the side effects are almost non-existent...and I'm one that is super sensitive to meds...if it's going to have a side effect, I'm going to have it. One thing stuck around though...the insomnia. 3 hours sleep 2 nights in a row. Went to bed at 11:00 tonight and was sooo tired. Got in bed and *boing* wide awake. Tried to sleep, got up after an hour. Why I'm on here so late much of the time. My advice to anyone is to seek help if you think you may suffer from depression. The sooner the better. And if anyone tries to tell you to suck it up or you have nothing to be depressed about, ignore them. It's your life. You're the one that has to live it. As far as how it affected my relationships. It was impossible at times to feel anything but the huge weight on my chest. So, yeah, it definitely affected relationships. Plus, I felt toxic and didn't want to be a "burden" to anyone or bring them down so I withdrew a lot which hurt a lot of feelings. As an aside - the hypomania experienced by those with bipolar can become addicting to some because the feeling is sooo good...especially to those with a lot of depression with their bipolar. This is one of the reasons why so many people with bipolar disorder self-medicate - in an attempt to recreate the hypomania.
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