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Edited on Fri Apr-21-06 02:17 AM by Jazz2006
Clinical depression is a very real and physical medical problem (i.e. a chemical imbalance in the brain) and is, in that sense, no different than any other real and physical medical problem for which various medications prove useful. Taking medication for clinical depression is no different than taking aspirin or tylenol or ibuprofen for headaches, taking allergy medications for allergies, taking antibiotics for infections, etc.
Unfortunately, there has long been a stigma attached to clinical depression because it has long been erroneously viewed as a "mental disorder" or a "psychological problem" instead of the actual physical and medical problem that it is.
The word "depression" has ambiguous meanings so for a long time, many people did not (and many people still do not) realize that clinical depression is not simply "feeling down" or "having the blues" so they equate "depression" with simply needing a good talking to while they ignore that actual depression (i.e. clinical depression) has a physical genesis.
My best friend since age 12 - one of the most intelligent, most grounded, most astonishly incredible people I've ever known - suffers from clinical depression, which she was afflicted with about 9 years ago. But when it happened to her, she was so utterly baffled and so utterly entrenched in the myths that have been propogated for so long, that she almost killed herself instead of seeking treatment.
I won't go into great detail here and now about how she later described it to me, going from one day feeling perfectly fine and the next day feeling like she was on the brink of a huge, black, gaping abyss and being utterly unable to find the will to get out of bed, - this from a no-nonsense, hard charging, bright, amazing, articulate, successful, outgoing and energetic woman with a vast network of friends, colleagues, and family - but it was so horrific that it still hurts me when I think about what she went through.
Fortunately, this story has a happy ending.
Instead of leaping into the abyss, she sought medical attention after several days of being completely unable to get out of bed, go to work, answer the telephone, interact with her family, carry on a conversation, etc. Dragging herself to her doctor's office was a monumental accomplishment in the circumstances and it took pretty much every ounce of self-preservation instinct that she had left in her - where she found out that she was not crazy, she was not psychotic, she was not unusual, and she had no reason to feel the shame that generations before her had foisted upon those who suffer from clinical depression.
Where she learned that depression is not "feeling the blues", that depression is not "feeling down", that depression is not "having a bad day", that depression is not "hysteria" and that depression is not "mental illness".
She was prescribed medication, the name of which escapes me now, and told that it would take some time to really take effect. After a few days, she started to feel human again. After a few weeks, she was almost her old self.
She was advised that she would probably have to continue on the medication for at least a year, that she might have to continue on it for many years, but that in no event should she just stop the medication because an abrupt discontinuance could be harmful.
Like so many people, though, she discontinued the medication abruptly after a year, never went to the doctor, never sought any further input. Who can blame anyone for that? Most of us probably don't like to take medication when we think there's no reason for it, and in her view, everything was fine and dandy again and there was no reason to keep taking the medication.
And, she was indeed fine.
For a long time.
But then depression reared its ugly head again a few years later, and she very nearly killed herself.
Like I said, this has a happy ending, though. She didn't succeed in killing herself and she has been taking Celexa for the past few years. She knows now not to stop unilaterally, and she knows that it may take several years before she can go off of her medication in such an uncontrolled fashion.
She has a terrific family, a whole lot of friends, is hugely successful in her rather high profile career, and she has made a point of telling the truth about her clinical depression diagnosis even when everyone around her was offering to "cover" for her.
She said, "No, I'm not going to lie to anyone about this. The truth is much more important and it deserves to be spread. Depression is not a frivolous and manufactured little "poor little woman" mental disease. It's real, it's medical, and if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone."
- I'm sorry for the length of this post, but the topic hit a nerve. Every day, I am grateful that people like my friend stand up and try to educate others to say, "No, no, no, no, no ~ this isn't a "girl thing", it doesn't mean I'm crazy, and it is not something to be ashamed of."
(edit to remove the square brackets that apparently cause words to not show up in a post :) ~ ~ learn something new every day here!)
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