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For no reason what so ever I hit a rut last night. Like a train going 100 miles an hour it came out of nowhere, knocked me off my feet and kept on going. Nothing happened to trigger it, I was lying in bed watching some rubbish movie on tv trying to fight the urge to go to sleep too early.
Depression is a weird thing... if I told anyone they would be shocked and would think I was making some sort of macabre joke. I mean, I guess I know that only you can help you and so there is no point in wallowing in it but its such a bizzare thing, I hate that I can't control it... I just want to shake myself shouting 'just snap out of it'. I refuse to let a state of mental being win.. I mean i've been through a lot of crap for someone my age and i'll be screwed if I'm going to let what is really nothingness destroy me. If only I could somehow tell that to the part of my head/brain that had me sitting on my bed sobbing hot, fat crocodile tears last night.
Truth - I stopped taking the anti-depressants the doctor prescribed me. I felt I had been on them 6-8 weeks now and that would be enough so the last time I was there had him prescribe the same dosage, then 1/2 the original dosage too so I could try to reduce the amount I was taking. He agreed but when I got home I decided I would just stop taking them all together as I would be fine, and I honestly thought I would be. I mean, I should be ok without them right?
I don't want to be one of these medication dependant 'hand me a placebo drug and i'll dance like a monkey' kinda girls. I think I might have to give in and pop a pill today tho, I don't want to get to where I was before I decided to see the doctor for some tablets again.
I guess the irony of the whole situation is that I don't quite believe i'm not making the whole thing up. I'm a girl struggling with depression but in my head depression is something that doesn't really exist its just a name for people who don't want to pull their socks up and get on with things... they prefer to wallow in the past and lie in a pit of self pity screaming for people to look at hard done by they are and throw sympathy over them like a warm blanket...
The trouble with that is... I'm here, stuck in a horrible, lonely and scary place that I landed last night for no apparent reason and the last thing I want is for people to know (you my lil bloggers don't count as you have no idea who I am) or to be stuck here for longer than a couple of seconds and a deep breath.
wow - not such a cheery blog today huh
The trouble with that is... I'm here, stuck in a horrible, lonely and scary place that I landed last night for no apparent reason and the last thing I want is for people to know (you my lil bloggers don't count as you have no idea who I am) or to be stuck here for longer than a couple of seconds and a deep breath.
wow - not such a cheery blog today huh
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Nora Jones - Don't know why:
http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/forum/bbc-2-the-secret-life-of-the-manic-depressive
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By the way, 6-8 weeks is only really enough time for anti-depressants to begin taking effect. It takes time. I was on them for a year, and they just helped keep me afloat whilst I sorted things out. Don't think of them as a crutch - more a bandage. Temporary, but damned helpful
ReplyDeletethanks I will give it a look up :o) x
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