Somewhere on these boards I have arrogantly argued against anti-depressants. I am now eating my words. Or swallowing them to be precise. Zoloft to be brand precise. And I want to apologise to anyone I made feel bad about relying on drugs to reinstall your sanity. When you can't get out of bed because of the weight of the sadness and you have the guts to get some help, you're braver than I've ever been.

Cat, I hope they help. I don't like thinking of you all sad and such. Please come around and chat. I know when I was feeling really down, this place helped a lot. Of ocurse, i realize that this place also has a much different connotation for you...

it may have been me, but i honestly don't remember... i'm just guessing since i did go public about the prozac. but you don't need to apologize. it really helped me when i needed it too, and the good news it, there eventually comes a time when you don't need it anymore because you remember how to access happiness again. i think depression is basically your brain forgetting its neurological pathways to happiness and the right drugs can help it reinstall the memory of those pathways. anyway. good for you and hang in there Cat. it *does* get better. (at least that's what they tell me :)

Cat, You just admitted you were wrong. You're braver than a lot of people I've ever known : ) I tried for years to stay off medication. But everything that I tried to help myself just contributed to everything that I was doing to destroy myself. First it was Prozac. Then there was a long break. Now it's Wellbutrin, the pill that looks like a purple smiling cyclops. Anyway, no one believes more strongly than I do that Americans are over-medicated. I rant about it quite a bit. But that doesn't change the fact that for some, there is really nothing else to do. Stay strong girl! And write to me if you want any advice. Eighteen years of therapy (off and on) and five years of pills (off and on) can't be wrong....

p.s. and I have a feeling you weren't probably weren't *wrong* but damn if you're not brave.

Hang in there, cat. We love you. Well, I love you. Sometimes those little pills can help.

Although I don't presume to speak for others, I would daresay the "we" is correct, Platypus.

Indubitability !

i admit i don't know what to say. im not good at these things. im with kazoo on the bravery part. i've learned its never as bad as it seems. our eyes and hearts betray our minds too often.

Hey, Cat. Glad to se you're getting some help. :) And, remember, it's better to eat your words than huge donkey cock.

"And, remember, it's better to eat your words than huge donkey cock." you KNOW this from experience?

Oh please Pantiphone. Nothing says happiness like huge donkey cock. Thanks all. Really. I miss you.

I check in on you all almost every day, you know.

well no, how would we know that?

how was french indochina?

Dear Sassy, I will smack you. Incidentally it appears I have S & M tendencies.

Dave. Fat Ho City was loverly. Except it's bloody capitalist now. All the shops have prices in US dollars. You'd never know you blokes lost the war. Except when you go to the war museum. It's kinda interesting to see how we were the bad guys. Especially after 9/11.

Dear cat, I look forward to it. love, sassy

I wish I had some anti depressants

I was actually talking to someone about this the other day. I used to be of the opinion that drugs weren't a way to solve problems. We should totally be strong enough to do it ourselves right? A bit ignorant of me, methinks. I've always had a bit of an idealistic perspective and the older I'm getting the more it changes. Less idealistic, more realistic. Truth is, you admitting that you need the pills to make you feel better is a hell of a lot braver than most of these stupid cunts out there who think drawing attention to themselves and playing off other peoples sympathies instead of taking a stand individually to make themselves better. We can't always be perfect, but we always have our friends around. Thing is though, if you don't wanna feel better and pull yourself out of rough stuff, then there's no way anyone else is gonna do it for you. No matter how many friends you have. Yer brave Cat. I respect that. Completely. Good luck and it sounds like you have a lot of people to help hold yer hands while you pull yourself up too.

im taking a stand kalli. in my experience, a double dose of good muscle relaxers makes me a lot happier than zoloft and the like any day of the week.

yea and a couple shots of tequilla and a hot ass makes me happy too but not everyone finds joy in the same stuff toots.

Sounds more to me like you're taking a SEAT, patrick.

My doctor put me on Zoloft the day that my Grandmother died. I hated to admit that I actually needed medication to get back to where and who I needed to be, but it was true. I wasn't on it all that long when I realized that I felt really good, and was able to handle the whole situation. I looked as Spunky kinda shocked and he said I had needed them for a long time. I only needed them for less than a month, and I am just now getting a little low, starting to have days where I am just not happy, but not near any kind of depression yet. I hope that these little pills work for you as they did for me. I hope you will be able to be happy without them in the near future. I am not for taking pills to make you happy, but sometimes we all need help, and I hope this gives you the help that you need.

The only time anti-depressants made me *happy* was when the Wellbutrin first kicked in and I had a very slight manic episode. I felt kind of high and all I wanted to do was talk, and I don't mean, "open up" and talk, but just find someone and chatter away. To be honest, it was kind of fun, but I knew that if that lasted I'd have to tell my doctor. It didn't last. For me, depression isn't really about negative emotions. With anger and sadness I usually felt a sense of release. There were days that would have done anything just to feel sad because it would have been better than that numbness, that void, and that helpless feeling of being completely disconnected. And it does get better, and there are still the inevitable ups and downs that go with any kind of healing process...they don't last either, so don't be discouraged.

the numbness, the void-- disconnected isn't all that bad if you accept your helplessness. my observation, not judgement.

I'd welcome some numbness. Bring it on. At one stage when I was really down, I sat there and stuck pins in myself just to have a good reason to cry. A pin pity party.

sounds you need something more like an anti-dramatic than an anti-depressant. marijuana, perhaps.

there's a reason we all go through depression..to remind us how good it is to be up when we're up. it's necessary. it's all necessary.

No it isn't. that's ridiculous. What about people who are suicidally depressed? Is it necessary for them to kill themselves? Is it necessary for homicidal maniacs to go on kill-spree rampages in playgrounds? Maybe some depression, the "normal" non- clinical kind, is natural, if that's what you mean by necessary. But all depression? No.

Shut up Dave or I'm not inviting you to my pity party. And there will be party favours.

not all depression semmy...but general depression yes...you have to be down to get back up i think..or to appreciate being up. i'm just about over a pretty long slump. there were times a few months ago where i seriously fantasized just quitting all this shit. i cant even beging to explain how goo it feels to start seeing bright sides again. y'know?

ah, you're letting me off easy. if you truly wanted to punish me, you'd invite me. thanks and mwa!

You're going to miss all the pin-the-bill on the insurance man games. But whatever.

Dudes, I feel sooo much better since I posted my little blurt at the top. Confession is great. Now, about all the anal sex with random rabid baboons....:D

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