Thanks, everyone, for being so candid. I didn’t mean to give the impression that I had a problem with meds, therapy or mental illness as a whole – in fact, I have compared depression to diabetes more times than I can count over the years. When I was talking about ADD, I had just been shocked at something so totally unexpected, and also shocked that I still had any stigmas left. Humility’s a powerful thing.
I too believe that meds can nearly never be the only answer, and I’m definitely among those who need therapy too when things go a little… ka-ka. (See what I did there? Quantum Leap reference. This is GWC, after all.)
Like you, Starbuccaneer, I can feel when I’m about to hit a pothole – or a sinkhole, as this one is. It’s a real energy thing, like whatever’s holding me together just sinks through my solar plexus and into the floor. When I got hit with it 18 years ago and it would happen all the time, my mom used to say she could see the exact moment I would check out - it was like the lights went out and my soul just left. That’s pretty much how it was: a total absence of feeling.
I had a major coup at work yesterday, something I’ve been working towards for two years, and I feel nothing. I only want to cry about how badly I performed in the presentation. I know a certain level of self-absorption can’t be helped when you’re in a hole, but it’s not in my baseline nature. Depression is nothing if not tedious.
Star: I was on Effexor myself for a while and while it was exactly what I needed at the time, I admit it was rough coming off it. I’ve had the brain-shock thing with several meds, and it’s at the point where I weigh side effects before even going on something. Oof, that’s rough. I really feel for you! HUGS! I’ve tried so many drugs on the market (not off the market, mind you) and I agree that even my daughter’s generation may be aghast at the willingness with which we dumped chemicals into our heads KNOWING we had no idea how they worked.
Hansioux, I love the Glee quote. Thank you.
Talos - your wife and children are so very lucky to have you. Thank you for sharing your story. Depression runs deep in my family too, though it’s the clinical kind like mine, sprinkled here and there with alcoholism. I’m grateful to have exactly the kind of boyfriend one would want in the middle of depression: unconditionally supportive and nurturing, without losing his wonderfully wicked sense of humor. My mother lives nearby, and she’s been with me on this journey from the start. And she’s been sober 30 years, so there’s that.
So much for shorter posts. Ah me.
I’m lucky to know you all. Thank you.