Re: As a former clinically depressed child . . .
Submitted by Rex Infinity on June 21 1999 at 18:54:50
In reply to As a former clinically depressed child . . . Submitted by Heather on June 13 1999 at 12:29:20
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I would have to agree with Heather: talking about my depression has never made me feel any better. Sometimes it made me feel worse, and on occassion it seemed to me as if the person trying to cheer me up had no real sense of either what I was going through or indeed of why they were trying to cheer me up. These days looking back I think that they were in as much - and this is perhaps not the right word to use - pain as I was, in their own way, frustrated at feeling powerless to effect a remedy. I can't say that even now the depression is gone. And allthough I no longer harbour suicidal thoughts on a daily basis, such thoughts do occur and not always when I'm feeling down. Sometimes in a moment of serenity I find myself thinking: today would be a good day to die. Treatment, in whatever form it takes - is a hit and miss afair. What works for some does not work for others. It takes time to discover what works for oneself. For me it was Prozac. Somehow it dimmed the rage in my head, made all the voices in there so quiet I could no longer hear them. Even so, I can still feel the vibrations of their presence, moving about, shifting. I still have my bad days. But then, everybody has bad days. That, it seems, is the human condition. I'm happy with that. My treatment has lessend the burden of my symptoms. I don't expect my symptoms ever to go away. And looking back, whenever somebody tried to cheer me up, it seems as if that's what they were trying to do for me: take away my symptoms; never with any success. As to the cause of my condition: I could never find one. Perhaps there wasn't/isn't one. Whatever situation you find yourself in, Peace be with you. Rex Infinity |