I was first prescribed anti-depressants in my twenties after a big crash which was nearly the end of me. Medication was part of an emergency plan put in place for me, to help me get back on my feet, and I did what I was told to do. A couple of months later the heavy clouds started to lift and I zipped on with my life.
As the years have ticked by, the cycle’s repeated itself several times. That wretched black dog is no friend of mine, but he seeks out my company even though I try to tell him to leave me alone. I dread him being at my door.
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When I gave up drinking alcohol nearly two years ago, it absorbed my entire positive focus. I changed my whole way of life to make being sober sustainable. I wanted it to fix me. I wanted it to take away all of my brokenness and piece me back together.
But it didn’t, of course. I’m left with the same minefield of a mind that drove me into darkness as a teenager. It’s not pretty in there. The longer I go without alcohol, the more I understand why I turned to it in the first place to self-medicate and escape.
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As a mental health professional, I cannot emphasise enough how important it is that anti-depressants are used as a last resort only. They create a whole other set of problems that GP's do not always explain in their 10 minute eagerness to 'fix' your problem. Get your nutrient levels checked and good quality counselling first, before you get on the treadmill of medication dependence and all of the nasty side effects than go with it. Anti-depressants are not a cure but a mask of what is causing your depression. Only those with severe, genetic forms of depression need to rely on medication ongoing.
I recently went through a similar experience, being on antidepressants for the last 8 years on and off, I'm always bad when I'm off, no matter how much I exercise, eat well, meditate, use alternative medicine like acupuncture. My anxiety gets out of control and I feel like I'm racing in my own head. I decided to go back to my usual dose after another 'failed' attempt to try and be normal. I feel so ashamed that I need antidepressants to function normally. My mother once told me that if you had something wrong with your heart you would take medication if it helped, she said it shouldn't be any different just because it's my head. I find solace in her words and try to remember I'm a better person on them, even though when I'm on them I don't feel like I need to be, that's just the drugs working!
Keep breaking the stigma, we all need it!