I do. It's not severe but I am very negative. I have low self esteem too and tend just to stay at home a lot, except to go to work. I went to counselling about 3 years ago and had CBT.
I do. It's not severe but I am very negative. I have low self esteem too and tend just to stay at home a lot, except to go to work. I went to counselling about 3 years ago and had CBT.
CBT really is wonderful. If you can manage to get it, I'd advise you to. It's a great way to battle all of the crap that depression says to you. You start to realize that it's a bunch of lies, and you can separate "your thoughts" from "lies my depression tells me to keep me from getting the help I really need."
I take Paxil. In my case, my depression and anxiety is inherited, so I have to stay on the meds.
This is propably slightly off-topic but is that ^ typical for depression? I'm curious because I never experienced my depression like that.You start to realize that it's a bunch of lies, and you can separate "your thoughts" from "lies my depression tells me to keep me from getting the help I really need."
This is propably slightly off-topic but is that ^ typical for depression? I'm curious because I never experienced my depression like that.You start to realize that it's a bunch of lies, and you can separate "your thoughts" from "lies my depression tells me to keep me from getting the help I really need."
In my case it was a little like the things people tell who were in a koma: they were unable to move and communicate but absolutely able to register what was going on around them.
I felt much like that. My thoughts were crystal-clear and focused - no illusions or delusions or anything trying to tell me things -, only I had no control over my actions. I kindof stood beside myself and watched in horror how the depression remote-controlled me.
This is propably slightly off-topic but is that ^ typical for depression? I'm curious because I never experienced my depression like that.You start to realize that it's a bunch of lies, and you can separate "your thoughts" from "lies my depression tells me to keep me from getting the help I really need."
In my case it was a little like the things people tell who were in a koma: they were unable to move and communicate but absolutely able to register what was going on around them.
I felt much like that. My thoughts were crystal-clear and focused - no illusions or delusions or anything trying to tell me things -, only I had no control over my actions. I kindof stood beside myself and watched in horror how the depression remote-controlled me.
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