My medication definitely helps with anxiety.
Is anyone else as depressed as I am?
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I have to laugh at that last statement! Those medications for depression have more side effects that what the medicine cures! It's like what Jeff Foxworthy says about medications..he's like: shit I'd much rather have itchy, watery eyes than take a medication that's gonna make you gain weight or have low resale value on your home!
Yep. It's no wonder people have suicidal thoughts taking these things, I would have them too if I couldn't get it up.
I take many medications, including anti-depressants, and the side effects have been negligible especially in view of how much they have helped me.
I'm glad they help you, but they didn't help me. There was a brief time after my mom died a few years ago that I was treated for depression, and after a few months it became clear that not only didn't the medications (I had to try a few, bad side effects, you know)work, but I was feeling worse and worse as time went on. Then once, there was a period of about a week that I went without it (the meds ran out and I was unable to get to the pharmacy for my refill), and I actually started to feel better. I called my doctor and discussed this with him, and we agreed to stop the anti-depressants.
I haven't been seriously depressed since.
I'm in a tough spot with medications. They don't work that well, but I can't get by without them. I have tried most of them and they have limited effect on my anxiety and depression. They do have one very positive effect. Without them I get over-sensitive to stimulus from the outside world and I develop these rages for no reason. I am a very controlled person so I never act on it, but the effects are noticeable. I have had strangers on the bus ask me if I am alright because they can see I am literally shaking.
I get into dark, depressing moods as well. I felt like I had lost a pretty good friend in 2003. This girl and I went to High School together, and, although at times our hanging out was sporatic, I really felt like she was a great friend. But one day, she and I took out one of her so-called "sisters" from Big Brothers, Big Sisters out to the movies and she started criticizing me because of an actress I really liked.At the time, I wasn't driving because I was kind of a chicken when it came to driving..the whole head-on-collision thing really got to me at times and she didn't understand that. Anyway, we were going to see the movie "Bruce Almighty" with Jim Carrey and one of my favorite actresses, Catherine Bell(Mac on JAG) was in it. I had no idea that she was gonna be in the movie and I think my friend thought I was making a big fuss about a so-called "actress" who wasn't in but maybe five to ten minutes of the movie.
Her exact words were: "I don't get it. Who is this "Catherine Bell"?? What's so special about her? She was only in like five or ten minutes of the movie? Why are you making such a big fuss about an actress that was only in the movie for a few minutes?" My response was: "excuse me, but if one of your favorite Indian actresses was in a movie that you didn't know about, then you'd be really excited as well, wouldn't you?" She took this offensively I think and I also told her "to leave it alone and stop biting my head off". I really don't think she even wanted to see this movie but did because her so-called "sister" wanted to see it.
And plus, she always called me when she "needed" something, never to go hang out or do anything. It was my fault for doing what she needed as well-should have never watched her house when she went on her lovely trips to Pakistan with her family. Then in 2003, she moved away to Syracuse, NY never to be heard from again. I was really depressed when she left cause she called THAT day asking me to go with her shopping cause she was leaving. When we went shopping, it seemed rushed and she was very snappy at her husband on the phone.
Now that I look back, I couldn't give two shits about her. And if she ever gets back in contact with me, I think I might blow up on her and end the friendship for good. As Mom used to say, she was a "fly-by-night" friend. In other words, not really dependable or reliable and only called when something was needed to get done.
So I understand the bitterness that comes about when losing a friend. Most of my friends have left me out in the cold and I'm sick to death of being treated like a damn door mat! I am a person for crying out loud!
Anybody who doesn't see what the fuss about Catherine Bell is needs to have their head examined.
I ruined a twenty year friendship once. I kind of regret it and kind of don't. I had a friend I knew since elementary school. He moved in and out of my life a number of time, but we were always able to pick it up again. He eventually came to the same college I was at and we became real close again for two years. After college we decided to go on a road trip across America and that turned out to be a huge mistake. We didn't get along from the beginning and it only got worse. He was disresepecting me at every turn. It was around this time that it was becoming obvious to me I needed to be back on anti-depressants because I was depressed and angry anyway. Fighting with my friend was driving me to rage. Half way across the country I decided to split. I took off in the middle of the night and left him a nasty note. Looking back it probably wasn't the right thing to do and I could have handled it better, but what's past is past.
I get rather ... sad as well at times. I'm hesitant to call it "depression." I don't think it's that bad. I just ... i get so horribly lonely sometimes that i could just cry.
You won't know for sure until you see a professional (e.g., behavioral specialist, therapist). If you've got a good handle on it, you may not even need medication.
And i hope you do cry young man. I hate the guys who say they don't cry...it's just not natural!
In private, i could cry at the drop of a hat sometimes. In public, not so much.
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There are times I wonder how I got this way. And there are other times where I understand and move on. My life style is a very difficult life style to live. Every time I get a new job, I create a new compartment. Very rarely do any of my compartments merge, except possibly job and home.
My parents don't know much about my friends and my friends know little about my family. My parents and my friends and my co-workers don't know anything about my personal life. And my co-workers don't know much about my friends or parents. I simply take that part of my life, build around it and seal it off.
As you can tell this can create issues, mainly loneliness and depression because I have decided to create walls and barriers.
I know when I am depressed because I can't sleep. I don't fight it, I simply relax, meditate and think. The thinking is the difficult part and sadly, one of these days, I am not going to get through the thinking -> analysis -> conclusion -> move on part. I try to be as logical and, unfortunately, as cold and withdrawn during my depression phase, because -- it is my defense mechanism that I have created.
Unfortunately, there is also another side to me and that's my manic part. In fact, I hate my manic phases a lot and I try to get control over them. It's mainly my depression -> manic phase where I have the most difficulty controlling my thoughts of suicide and death. Manic -> depression not so much because it isn't as rough. My manic phase is not pretty for the most part. It's hard to control me and hard to understand me. It's hard for me to understand as well because my thought process goes into over drive.
But I digress. The one, and one of the biggest issues I have, is the state of my health and that one is very touchy and can send me in a depression. My arm is the source of a lot of ire at this point, along with my ear.
That...that's just a small glimpse.
My parents don't know much about my friends and my friends know little about my family. My parents and my friends and my co-workers don't know anything about my personal life. And my co-workers don't know much about my friends or parents. I simply take that part of my life, build around it and seal it off.
As you can tell this can create issues, mainly loneliness and depression because I have decided to create walls and barriers.
I know when I am depressed because I can't sleep. I don't fight it, I simply relax, meditate and think. The thinking is the difficult part and sadly, one of these days, I am not going to get through the thinking -> analysis -> conclusion -> move on part. I try to be as logical and, unfortunately, as cold and withdrawn during my depression phase, because -- it is my defense mechanism that I have created.
Unfortunately, there is also another side to me and that's my manic part. In fact, I hate my manic phases a lot and I try to get control over them. It's mainly my depression -> manic phase where I have the most difficulty controlling my thoughts of suicide and death. Manic -> depression not so much because it isn't as rough. My manic phase is not pretty for the most part. It's hard to control me and hard to understand me. It's hard for me to understand as well because my thought process goes into over drive.
But I digress. The one, and one of the biggest issues I have, is the state of my health and that one is very touchy and can send me in a depression. My arm is the source of a lot of ire at this point, along with my ear.
That...that's just a small glimpse.
I get into dark, depressing moods as well. I felt like I had lost a pretty good friend in 2003. This girl and I went to High School together, and, although at times our hanging out was sporatic, I really felt like she was a great friend. But one day, she and I took out one of her so-called "sisters" from Big Brothers, Big Sisters out to the movies and she started criticizing me because of an actress I really liked.
And plus, she always called me when she "needed" something, never to go hang out or do anything. It was my fault for doing what she needed as well-should have never watched her house when she went on her lovely trips to Pakistan with her family. Then in 2003, she moved away to Syracuse, NY never to be heard from again. I was really depressed when she left cause she called THAT day asking me to go with her shopping cause she was leaving. When we went shopping, it seemed rushed and she was very snappy at her husband on the phone.
Now that I look back, I couldn't give two shits about her. And if she ever gets back in contact with me, I think I might blow up on her and end the friendship for good. As Mom used to say, she was a "fly-by-night" friend. In other words, not really dependable or reliable and only called when something was needed to get done.
So I understand the bitterness that comes about when losing a friend. Most of my friends have left me out in the cold and I'm sick to death of being treated like a damn door mat! I am a person for crying out loud!
Anybody who doesn't see what the fuss about Catherine Bell is needs to have their head examined.
YEP! 
Thanks for coming to that conclusion as well. 
My friend never watched JAG so she didn't even know who she was or what the big deal was. This girl definitely lived under a rock sometimes. I'm actually glad she's moved away to NY now. Although there are times where I miss seeing her..but could care less if she's married and has dozens of kids. I just have come to the conclusion that I don't give a rat's ass about her anymore. She's no longer considered a friend of mine..just an acquaintance in high school.I've gone through a number of lost friendships. Mostly because my family moved around so much when I was young. Back then it was a lot harder to keep in touch with people who lived in a different state than you did. I guess it's because it's happened so much that I don't get really depressed about it. People come and go. I've even had people violently change on me and quite simply become people I didn't want to be friends with. But I've never had problems making new friends, and it all works out.
In general, I haven't been depressed about anything in years. I am usually very cynical about things in my life, but never what I would call sad about it. It just is what it is, and I deal with it.
In general, I haven't been depressed about anything in years. I am usually very cynical about things in my life, but never what I would call sad about it. It just is what it is, and I deal with it.
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