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Mar 10, 2009 10:38

I don't know what to do about this depression. Since I fucked up my back, I've been in and out of the absolute blackest moods. My back is getting better, but the mood isn't. It's to the point that I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't make an appointment to talk to a doctor about getting back on meds. I'm not suicidal or anything, just...really, ( Read more... )

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degeneratemite March 11 2009, 02:27:51 UTC

Don't even consider medication. Seriously. Don't. I'm a firm believer that depression is more of an issue of behavior than brain chemistry. And, even if that isn't so, pumping chemicals into your brain certainly isn't going to help your brain learn to function normally. You'll just be a mess of dependency and side effects ( ... )

tattooedkingpin March 11 2009, 02:34:23 UTC

Believe me, I don't want to be on meds again. Meds are fucked up. I hate meds. I actually developed some pretty interesting neurological damage from too much time on meds.

I know all of this is situational. Just at the time...it seemed like something I should look into. And trust me, I know all about weather and sunlight-deprivation induced depression. I'm a fucking wreck when it's overcast. Seasonal Affective Disorder, FTW.

What I will be doing, as soon as I'm able, is talking to my regular therapist. It's been awhile, and I haven't really needed to talk to her, but lately with this period of confinement, I could use a little couch-time.

degeneratemite March 11 2009, 03:05:48 UTC

See, I have a bad liver and all sorts of wacky things that are direct results of psychiatric medication. So I understand. I think we talked about it once. I honestly think it took years for my brain to heal and work properly after being bombarded with so many chemicals in adolescence.

It sounds really funny but working with babies will make you realize just how much bad weather can fuck up your world. When it's rainy, all the babies are crying and cranky. When it's about to rain, babies get fussy. When weird unpredictable weather things happen, babies lose their shit. All of them. I don't think we're much different as adults, we just don't cry and shit our pants because the rain makes us sad.

Talking is good, though. I'd probably not bite my cuticles until they bleed and deprive myself of sleep if I saw a shrink.