Posted on April 24, 2017 in Depression Psychotropics Writing/Darkness
I woke up one morning, turned on my side, and said to Lynn “I’m sick.” Oh, I had sought help before this, many times from therapists and, one time, a psychiatrist. Encouraged by my mother, I tried the bootstrap approach where you somehow reached into your soul and made the depression go away.
What had preceded this bout? Several months of going from town to town speaking about the war in Yugoslavia and how people could support the peace movement over there. The subject had worn me down, eroded my belief in myself. I stopped returning phone calls, stopped believing in my own intelligence, my worthiness to be human. The period came to a soft but painful landing like running into a beanbag chair and feeling nothing of the collision except a rash of pain. I was not rested. I slept badly. I stayed up in the night and stared at the ceiling. I did not even have the energy to hate my condition. It was as if I did not have a proper body, just a jelly log that could do nothing but lie in bed. Who could pull themselves out of this by sheer force of will when there was no will to have.
I had heard about this new drug, Prozac, and I wanted to try it. Kaiser required that I make the appointment myself, so as Lynn watched, I picked up the phone and arranged to see the psychiatric triage nurse. I feared that she would see me as a fake, but she passed me on to the psychiatrist who prescribed Prozac.
I was cured the next day. Uh oh.
Posted on June 30, 2015 in Depression Mania
The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
Posted on June 5, 2015 in Bipolar Disorder Psychotropics Video
A video describing the various medications that I have been on and their effects on me.
Posted on May 26, 2015 in Bipolar Disorder Video
A video in which I describe how I came to be diagnosed during my one and only hospitalization
Posted on April 11, 2015 in Depression Therapy
You are dealing with an irrational disease not a philosophical system.
Posted on May 6, 2008 in Strange
Bill of Human Castration Information (http://www.eunuchinfo.com) writes:
Today I’m a calmer, more rational person. I’m also fatter, and probably less healthy. All in all, I’m happier for what I’ve been through. I think I’ve become a better person than I was before all this.
Sounds like the side effects of Prozac, to name just one psychopharmaceutical.
[tags]strange, odd, eunuch, castration, depression, antidepressants, eunuchs[/tags]