Just signed up for my first course of antidepressants this morning. My first go around with mental illness of any kind. It was a long time coming and the product of a lot of denial, bottling up, and neglect of relationships and other support structures.
So far it strikes me as very different from just worry or being down. It really is more like a flu of the mind. Something you can't reason or shake yourself out of, or rely on the passage of time to save you.
On the bright side, it's forced me to open up for the first time in a long while. Re-connecting with people close to me.
It's a bugger though. Just pervasive. I'm pretty optimistic I can lick it though. At least right now.
It is interesting how much more stigma I feel about it, from talking to friends, taking leave from work, or just picking up a prescription. That's why it's important more people talk about it. It's hard enough as it is without pressure to isolate yourself further.
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