Captain Deb,
I have been on antidepressants since 1990, and boy do I wish I'd been on them since 1963 when my clinical depression started. Twenty-seven years is a long time to fight alone. This stigma against depression, as if it's a personality choice one makes, is my #1 cause in life -- I take every opportunity to let people know I have depression. Not the minute they've met me, but once they've known me a little. Very few people would think I suffer from depression; I have a good sense of humor. The analogy I make is, "If you lost a leg, would you NOT get a prosthesis?" You'd still have to relearn how to walk, but you couldn't even START without the prosthesis!
Antidepressants are NOT "happy pills." They don't make you happy; they just make it possible to work on being happy. The cruel irony of antidepressants is that it takes weeks if not months to see if one drug works for you, even though the side effects begin immediately. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH. I still have to go through the process sometimes to make adjustments, since our bodies change... as we get older? as we change? whatever it is that chemically changes. Depression is a mean, mean disease ... sorry I sound so pissed, but I'm in a depressed time right now. If I hadn't had a mother who taught me to be feisty, and to be understanding, I would not be here.
So... an order from me ... do NOT judge yourself because you need antidepressants!
Love,
Dana