Posted on 04/12/2016 11:23:11 AM PDT by pabianice
You eat, but you aren’t able to taste your food. You try to write your paper, or work on your p-set, but all you can do is think to yourself, “What is the point?” You try to get out of bed in the morning, but you just can’t escape its almost magnetic hold over you.
So you sleep. And you sleep. And you sleep. Sleep becomes your drug of choice, and you abuse it constantly. Your old hobbies and passions no longer have the same appeal. None of them match the sense of security you feel when you’re wrapped up tight in your bed sheets. You sleep to escape the thoughts, the fear, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness and dread that seems to seep from your pores.
But when you leave the house, you keep a smile spread on your face, because you know your friends won’t understand. You feel isolated, alone, like there is no one in the world who can possibly understand the darkness. God, you wish and you pray that the pain can go away.
But it doesn’t. It gets worse, and worse, and worse. And then you think to yourself: Should I end it all? Eventually, that’s all that you can think about, that question. And more questions follow. What does it mean to be alive? Why are you here? What’s the point? You drown in these thoughts—you’re drowning, and you feel like no one is there to save you.
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It is a public school as well.
Wow, even more amazing! :-)
Cannot stress strongly enough the power of slowly building a cardio exercise program along side the meds. I started with walking, then to hiking some trails, and then to mountain biking. Even my doctor thought the improvement was astounding.
After a few months of exercise, I noticed my body beginning to feel stronger...and my mind/mood shifted upward to a new level. It took quite a while before I could recognize that I was winning my battle with my depression, but it saved my life in the end.
Both exercise and meds lift the blood serum serotonin level--which lifts the mood and leaves you feeling as though you in fact do have some power over your miserable state.
It could be worse it could be JC.
He got overwhelmed and busy at school and missed his doctor’s appointment and then felt embarrassed and the doctor wouldn’t write the prescription.
I would have called the doctor and just told him how busy I was abd asked for prescription.
He’s not used to dealing with doctors or regular medication, and he’s refused to see a therapist which I think would help a lot.
Plus, I think he’s immature.
He’s about to graduate from college. I’m hoping he comes home for a year. Our church has a depression support group and we have great mental health facility by our house.
He should have taken the year off, but he thought he could handle everything. This past week he’s been a mess.
I actually think the depression started his junior year in high school after he had mono. My husband was diagnosed with cancer and then lost his job right after that. All of us were pretty depressed and not thinking clearly.
I’ve lost two acquaintances to suicide this year.
Depression is no joke and it’s irreversible!
Please get help if you are suffering from it!
And by “toughguys” you mean uninformed morons right?
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Having had to involuntarily commit my mom a handful of times over the last 15 years of her life, tracking her down when she would go AWOL, picking her up at bars where she was self medicating with booze after going off her meds (we’re talking about a woman in her 60s and 70s, rip mom), I’d love to be an uninformed moron again.
I think they call this a First World problem.
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Yes, because no one cares if a 3rd worlder commits suicide, right?
I think they call your comment massively uninformed.
Come give us some more of your expert advice.
No kidding. My wife and I used to comment that we were “normal and boring.” Absolutely nothing wrong with that and I’d love to be there again someday. Bless you for your moms struggles.
I’ve never understood why depressed people would stop taking their meds.
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My mother told us that she wanted to feel again.
How sad is that?
Sorry, guess I was deceived by the Harvard Crimson byline.
Didn’t mean to deny the cruel reality of clinical depression.
I took those meds and it removes you from being a human.
Pray for her...she bears a terrible burden...but there is a wonderful treasure in Christ for those of us who suffer.
Prayers for you and your Mom from here.
Without reading the comments, I’ll say that’s pretty accurate. I might say more later.
Yeah, chime in again when you aren’t so ignorant.
I really wish you hadn't called me ignorant.
Ignorant. Come on, man, you're better than that.
I understand your concern but the govt. would have to put millions upon millions on the list for gun bans. It would all be over if it ever got to that point. You are more likely to run in to problems due to your political persuasion.
Certainly the issue you brought forward is much less important than an individual needing help for depression.
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