I’m the queen of no prescription pride, @Seek_Kolinahr. But I’m here to tell you this too, I’ve been on antidepressants twice in my life. The first time I don’t even remember to be honest. The second time was for three months. I had tried to get pregnant and lost three babies. When I lost the first, I was nearly six months pregnant. When I had a D&C for the third miscarriage, my mother was in final stage renal failure. I nearly lost my mind. My GP, God bless him, and I mean that, God please bless him, put me on antidepressants.
One morning I walked to the end of my driveway to get my newspaper from the tube. I stood there for a few minutes. I can see myself standing there as I type. I thought to myself, ‘What is that?’ I realized I could smell the mud from a morning rain. It was so unreal to me. I had been so sick that I couldn’t smell.
I knew there on the spot that I was on the road to recovery. When I told my doctor, just a GP, not a quack or a head shrink~, the story about smelling the mud, he smiled at me. He just smiled. He told me he was going to write the script for one more month and then we’d talk about the future.
@Seek_Kolinahr, I told him I was scared. I was. I was scared to death of being sick and scared to death of not being sick but needing the meds. My brother has paranoid schizophrenia. I was scared. I took the leap of faith and stayed on the meds for one more month and I’ve done okay for the past ten years without the medication. If I needed it now, I’d take it without hesitation. Why not?
Sometimes I think I really need to see a psychiatrist just to talk out some shit. But I have discovered Fluther. No seriously, what is it that prevents us from seeking the proper treatment?