I know I was once again a terrible blogger last month. I did the stupid thing everyone on anti-depressants does on occasion and decided I was well enough without them. Yeah. It worked out super well.
Some people can only take medicine for a brief period in their lives and, when circumstances change, come off of them. I’m guessing those people are not me. I wasn’t taking them really religiously before that even. It explains a lot. I know, not bright, mea culpa. So back on them I go.
Then I got hit by the stomach flu. The stomach freaking flu. I hate it more than anything. I am such a wuss about it, too. So, at least this week I had a good excuse.
Side rant: it drives me crazy when people say things like “I just don’t believe you should take a pill to fix everything,” or “Some people just don’t know how to cope.” Seriously, bitch? My brain is fucking broken. It isn’t like I’m kinda bummed that I didn’t get a date to the prom. The chemicals in my brain are WHACK. Saying that to someone with chronic depression is like saying, “if you weren’t such a weakling your cells wouldn’t have went a nutso and went all cancerous.”
And you know what? It isn’t about just coping. When I don’t take my pills I do go mental. I do get deep depressions and stuff, and I would make it through it. I have a higher quality of life on medication. I’m not a different person; I’m myself. I’m my happy, bright, vivacious, creative self that I love so much. I look at some of these people who pride themselves on being so strong for “handling” their depression and feel sorrow for them. Being miserable isn’t “handling” something; it’s avoiding something. It is denying themselves a potential happiness for the sake of being tough. See the paragraph above.
People puff themselves up in judgement and spout off something about people before the modern era not having depression issues or having Prozac. I have to blink at them for a few seconds so I don’t shake the shit out of them. Life was misery before the modern era for most people. Even people who weren’t worrying about starving or freezing to death had messed up miserable lives. And saying because they didn’t use anti-depressants (which they did, by the way, through out history with varying degrees of success) is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. So, I shouldn’t take antibiotics or, you know, bathe regularly because they didn’t in the olden times?
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