We’ve taken a vote. And the general consensus seems to be, Miss Britt should maybe go talk to a doctor to look a little more closely at the possibility of some kind of “depression”.
So, if the Internet is clearly telling me to, why have I not made the appointment already?
We take a break from this regularly scheduled post to bring you this very important disclaimer:
Two of the most important and beloved people in my world take Lexapro. They are both wonderfully amazing women. I do not see this as a sign of weakness, or craziness, or anything even remotely resembling a bad thing. In fact, in both cases I see this as a very smart, very brave choice that was made because both of them are very proactive and refuse to sit and be victims of some kind of “disease” or “imbalance”.
AKA - my problem is not necessarily with the idea of someone taking medication.
We now return you to your post…
My hang up with calling a doctor is that there are only two possible scenarios.
Scenario A: Mr. Doctor (or, um, I guess Dr. Doctor) says that I do, in fact, show signs and symptoms of depression and prescribes me some sort of medication.
Good! Great! Grand! Finally I have a tool to help!
Except…
What if Dr. Doctor is wrong? What if I have simply convinced Dr. Doctor that I have depression, much like the time I convinced my mid wife that I simply had to be induced because no woman in the history of the world had ever been as Hugely Uncomfortably Pregnant as I was? I mean, it’s not that I think I’m smarter than Dr. Doctor. *ahem* But I do seem to have an extremely persuasive personality.
And something like depression? Pfft. I’ve taken the online quizzes. Tired? Achy? Sad? Yes! You could have major depression! (Or a hangover. Or two small children. Or have, y’know, recently uprooted your entire damn life.)
Or maybe Dr. Doctor is not an easy manipulated quack and I do indeed suffer from some form of depression. And, in all likeliness, have had some “imbalance” or another for quite some time.
Then, maybe, I have been wrong. About a lot of things. A lot of really, really important things. Like… say… the decision to rip my family from their family so that I could move 1400 miles away to a place where Everything Will Be OK.
I’m afraid that if I am diagnosed (it’s diagnosed, right?) with depression, that every single grievance and decision and thought and feeling and over reaction I’ve ever had - or at least recently had - will suddenly be rendered invalid. Null and void. An obvious symptom of my Inability To Think/Feel Clearly.
That time I told my husband he was being an insensitive ass? Depression.
Or how about how I’m always telling him that he needs to make more of an effort? And maybe a decision now and then? Yeah, well, that was clearly just the Depression talking.
Oh, and that time you asked us to sell our home and move to a whole different state because you would feel like a failure if you died in that little town without ever trying anything new? Woooh. You really let Depression take the reigns on that one, didn’t you?
I’m afraid that if some Doctor tells me I have depression that I will never be allowed to have a negative emotion again without some form of a pat on the leg and a reminder to refill my prescription. And damn it, sometimes I’m mad for good fucking reason! Right?
And the other thing? It’s really, really hard to believe I’m “depressed”. I mean - I’m FUNNY for God’s sake. And I laugh. All. the time. (Sorry RW) Do depressed people still get to claim that they are basically positive people?
Scenario B: (Did you forget we were doing this in parts? Yeah, me too almost. Sorry.) Perhaps Dr. Doctor will look into my eyes, or my vitals, or whatever it is they look into, and determine that I am not at all actually Depressed. That I am just, understandably, stressed the fuck out. And instead of a prescription for anti-depressants, he will give me the number for the local yoga instructor.
And also? Remind me that life is rough some times. And the rest of the world just sucks it the fuck up. Jeez.
Then what? What then? Then I am left feeling like a complete tool for wasting the time and the copay and the concern and attention of all you lovely people with your well-meaning advice and well wishes.
Then I am officially the world’s biggest Drama Queen. And also, runner up in Most Selfish Self Absorbed Navel Gazer Ever.
So you see? I is fucked. Damned if you do, depressed if you don’t.
*snort* See, that is funny.
Posted in Bitching Again, It's All About Me, On A Serious Note, just rambling
You could take a couple weeks of yoga and then if it doesn’t help, see a doctor.
Or you know, see the doctor, try the pills and if they don’t work, sell them on the black market!
(best of luck, which ever you choose)
First of all, my husband thought that moving from our home town to the scorching desert was going to solve every problem we ever had from money to job to bratty kids. NOT.
I was not so delusional. My husband saw Phoenix as his Eden. When it didn’t turn out to be so, earlier this year, he asked me if I would consider moving back to Utah. I wanted to punch him right in the face. I was a range of emotions.
However, on the depression thing, it could be, it could be not. Personally, I don’t go to the doc because I’m afraid of what he will say. Honestly, I am an educated woman, and I have friends/family who take antidepressants, and it works for them and I will be the first person to admit that maybe I do need meds, and yet I still cannot get past the idea that something might actually be wrong with ME. So I blog and bitch and I don’t go to the doc.
I’ve been reading your blog since the move, although this is my first comment. Please take it with a grain of salt given you don’t know me at all :)
Basically, I was diagnosed with depression 6 years ago. I was one of the very lucky ones who not only could tell that there was something drastically wrong, but luckily I needed help for a short time and was off the tablets within 3 months. I knew there was something very wrong with me at that point because I just could not act normally regardless of the situation: at the end of 6 days straight in bed, I decided it was time to do something about it.
What about taking someone to the doctor with you, and get them to let you know if they think you are talking the doctor in to it?
To me it sounds like you are understandably very stressed, tired and emotional. That doesn’t mean there still isn’t depression there, as they are so much more out of control with depression. Noone can know what you’re feeling inside, and that’s when it comes down to whether you think any of your behaviour or reactions are wildly out of character for you.
Sorry about the essay, I did want to let you know that people out here care :)
Well…all I can tell you is that I resisted going to a doctor for a long time, but I am glad I finally did. Of course, I don’t think our situations are similar, but I still think that there is nothing to lose by exploring your options.
I realize what I just said really was no help at all.
Call me if you want to talk. I can make more sense that way.
If you do NOT go to the Dr, you’re giong to stew about this for-EVAH. You’ll worry yourself into a tizzy, and end up with migraines, ulcers, or God knows what.
Go to the Dr. Tell him/her exactly what you’ve told us. Maybe you need the meds for a short period of time. Jeez, you’ve gone through some BIG CHANGES in the last year. The stress of it all has got to be a huge weight on your shoulders.
Hang in there. See a doctor. You’ll regret it if you don’t.
When you’re raising three children and all of them are counting on you to support them and care for them, along with making all of the big (and small) decisions, I don’t know how else you could feel. I do wish there was a way to make that go away just for a little while to see if this is a result of an overwhelming sense of responsibility, upheaval, and chaos, or something else.
Because, in the end, you are a very happy person. You’re snarky, funny, and you laugh A LOT, plus you make others laugh constantly. You don’t lie in bed for hours - you actually get up and go do the things you need to do. And you’re a kick-ass salesperson, too. In fact, when you’re at work and in your element of taking money from people, it seems like you feel much better.
Dammit, Britt, why can’t you have problems that I can actually fix?
I think that you may very well be the other pea in my pod. It’s kinda like “you complete me” for the crazies.
Sheila: ooooh - there’s a black market for pills??
Usedtobeme: heh, yeah, um, your husband = me.
Please, no face punching. It will ruin my makeup.
Dee: first, thank you for reading AND commenting. Much love for ya, much love.
Second - that’s actually a pretty good idea - and possibly doable to arrange for my husband to go with me.
Mr. Fabulous: um, yeah, awkward… I am one of the few women on the Internet who do NOT have your number. (whore)
Blonde Chick: seeeee… that’s where I get confused. Big Changes = NATURAL stress, not medicate-able stress, doesn’t it??
avitable: work is - and always has been - the one place where I always feel better. For some reason I don’t feel the weight of responsibility there.
I mean, uh, not that I don’t, um, care, and, uh…
ADW: Stop. You had me at “pea”.
Or, you know, you could take my advice from yesterday lunch time and consider it inherently wise. I’m sure everyone is well-meaning and I have no doubt that you are wise enough to know when it is time to go and seek medical care, but, Britt, you just uprooted your entire family, moved 1400 miles away, decidedly yanked any safety net out from under you guys, removed all hope of immediate (without foresight, planning, criminal checks, blood samples and oh, you know, stress of planning)babystitting services, sold two houses, bought a third, changed jobs, got your kids into new schools/daycare, moved away from your friends and family, are pondering the idea of your kids not being close to their cousins etc., thinking about how different holidays will be each year, are decidedly FORCED to stand on those two little (and extremely well clad, I might add–GREAT brown shoes you were wearing Saturday night)feet and are OVERWHELMED! And justifiably so! Say it with me!–
Deanna is right. Because Deanna is ALWAYS right! Deanna thinks I need to just take a day off and think of no one but me. Deanna thinks I totally need to cut myself some slack. Deanna thinks I am doing JUST FINE. Deanna thinks I am far too hard on myself in my quest to always do right, be right, be better, do better.
Oh, I know, I’ll listen to Deanna! And when I cant, I’ll call her and piss and moan, because she will be happy to hear it. And she will also babysit my kids ANYTIME, so Jared and I can do something together and reconnect, or I can do whatever *I* need to, at the time.
Geesh…that Deanna has a lot to fuckin say…I wish she would shaddup.
(See, THATS what you need to tell yourself sometimes.)
p.s. Am always right. Dont forget, k?
I’m going to go with scenario C:
Dr. Doctor will tell you that you don’t actually suffer from depression, but you suffer from anxiety. He will probably recommend a medication, a reduction in caffeine, and some sort of therapy to alleviate the immediate and long term symptoms.
None of which is necessarily a bad thing.
Still giving you *HUGS*.
Try yoga first. If it doesn’t “cure” you then at least you will be more flexible for sex….
And then you can try the Dr Doctor. It appears you are against that… Or at least not probably ready…. So try something that will help with your stress level and see if that elevates some of it.
There is always Scenario D: Dr. Doctor will write you a prescription that requires 2 hour drive, each day in your car, with the top down (and not to and from work)
Guess Avitable will have to start extending your lunch hours!!
Even though this was my 3rd or 4th go-round on the pills, my doctor still asked me lots of questions. He also told me to get my ass off the couch — exercise is tremendously helpful. The more happy little hormones you can get going in your brain the better.
I wonder if you might not want to just start with therapy. There’s really something to be said about having someone neutral and safe to talk to about all the things that overwhelm you.
If you see a therapist, they’ll really be the best one to diagnose whether or not you’re actually in need of *drugs* or whether maybe there’s just so much going on that you need to let it out.
Our society is really quick to medicate these days and I think that most of the time it’s not actually necessary, it’s just EASY.
I don’t think you’re looking for easy, though. It seems like what you’re really looking for is answers. Rarely do we find real answers in pill form.
Sweetheart, seriously, it disturbs me to hear you talk like this. Really. It upsets me. I know you to be one of the best “profit margin maximizers” on the planet, which is why it blows my mind that you might honestly think a Dr. would tell you to suck it up / grow up / etc.
They wouldn’t do that… it cuts WAY the fuck back on repeat business.
Just call the dr and get some Ativan. You will relax and all will be perfect. Then you can share them with us and we all can be better…
DeannaBanana: can I just go with “Deanna is always right”? That seems like it would be easier to say. And remember.
NYCWD: oh great. Now I have to google the difference between Anxiety and Depression. Frick!
themuttprincess: or…. I could get a boob job. Which would also make me more flexible for sex.
Or something.
NotaGranny: and also send constant sunshine to the rainy fucking “Sunshine State”, right?
Monique: exer-wha??
FyreGoddess: therapy sounds like a commitment, to be honest. Which about makes me want to scream thinking of the scheduling nightmare of that.
Not that it’s not a GOOD idea - I just don’t ever feel like there is enough time. Ever.
AmyD: LOL
gtboat: that’s the anxiety one, right?
I’m gonna say one more thing, then I’m gonna drop it, ok?
I have a friend who decided to start going to therapy and he goes maybe once every three weeks. Part of that is due to scheduling, part of it is because that’s how much he feels he needs.
Think of it, not as a committment to someone else, but as a committment to yourself and your sanity.
Personally, I think it’s a whole hell of a lot more committed to have to take a pill (or more) every day or run the risk of… well… being committed? ;-)
Dear Britt,
You are me 15 years ago, ok? I had to do everything because I could do it better. I could see the consequences better, see the peripheral potential consequences better, see the details better, see the plan better, did more thorough research and researched the correct items that needed researched BETTER. I was the overseer of all… I helped (critiqued) everyone else’s thought processes and decision making, and for some reason…. I was very unhappy. I was stressed, pissed, resentful, overwhelmed, worried I’d screw something up and then wouldn’t *I* look the fool - since of course, everyone knew I knew it all… (yeah, Britt… it isn’t a secret - your husband knows you know it all… I know you think it’s well hidden, but your refusal to make a mistake is right out there… And it is true - you really are better at this stuff than most people - it isn’t an ego trip - it’s just how you’re wired.)
My daughters have called me a control freak, a type “A” personality, and neurotic.. I’m sure they meant this in a good way, because we all love hanging with those kinds of parents… all their problems were solvable if they just had a little INITIATIVE. This is THE four letter word in our family! Just ask my daughters… I also rarely said no… I sat at the hospital with my brother for hours, days, on numerous occasions… took on the military when my daughter was raped in Korea and they handled the situation wrong - yep - that’s me…. got a bunch of C.O.’s in big trouble with the Attorney General and finally had a Major doing exactly what I told him I wanted done… while doing that I was also maid-of-honor at my sister’s wedding, running my dad’s office, and building a house -I actually did the general contracting for the entire job.
Ok, so while we may not be the EXACT same person - I do know where you are. I can feel it as though it were yesterday. I just wore myself out. I had days where I couldn’t breathe, my heart would race while I was standing still, and I thought I would suffocate if I couldn’t get out of whatever situation I’d convinced everyone that I could handle - because I also couldn’t be one who wasn’t there for you, or couldn’t be counted on, or ever gave an excuse as to why something was too much for me… nope.. Can-Do! That’s me! For years I had those symptoms and still… I sucked it up, pressed on, quit having pity parties, did what needed done. After all… SOMEONE has to do it and I didn’t see any volunteers on the horizon. (Probably because I made it look so easy! ha ha)
So, here’s what I WISH I’d have done. Realized that as much I believed God helps those who help themselves… more often, for people like us, God helps those who need His help because we have just worn ourselves out. He will take care of you - he works all things together for good for those who love him - yes, that means that even if you screw it up - you can take the mess to Him (or someone else’s mess if someone else screws it up) and he will glue it into something positive for you. It WILL be ok! It is always in our roughest times that we have the greatest spiritual growth - because we just have to lean on someone, and you and I know… there aren’t any people who are better at all this stuff than we are, so it has to be God. I mean, c’mon!
So, you just throw yourself down on your bed, scream and cry out your frustration and tell him exactly how you feel, and ask him to show you the next step, because you are way too close to see things clearly.
Third - get the book First Things First by Stephen Covey. Get rid of all that crazy crap on the edge of your life and focus on what is really important.
Second (yeah, I see I changed the order and am too lazy to cut and paste - there is hope, Britt!) - after that big exhausting, cleansing cry… make an appointment with your doctor. Your body needs B vitamins to handle stress, and stress eats up your B vitamins - so you are probably running on less than empty. Stress can cause a myriad of problems - so just go to the doctor and tell him the truth. My doctor gave me a prescription for LOTSA B vitamins (that’s the pharmaceutical name for them that I just made up) because guess what - a little correlation between heart attacks and a low amount of those vitamins… whodathunkit!?
Fourth - anyone gives you a pat and minimizes your thoughts and feelings because you may be depressed - just bite their hand. You will feel better and they won’t pull that shit again! YOU KNOW that they couldn’t pull off all that you are without an entire team of people to delegate to - they have not earned the right to pat you, and a nice hard bite will teach them a lesson.
I’m telling you the absolute truth - the world has continued since I resigned from C.E.O. maybe because you’ve picked up the slack, but don’t worry another will come along behind you and take up the torch.
It WILL be ok!
I can’t say any more than what’s already been said…but hang in there. Stress does crazy things to you. Lean on your friends, family, and take the time to explore your options. It’s your health, & who’s going to take care of everyone if you’re in the hospital due to stress-related illness? Take Deanna (or someone) up on their babysitting offer & do a spa day, beach day, Britt day - make THAT a habit once every couple weeks or once a month.
I think what Avi said in that “maybe you’re overwhelmed” comment perhaps hit a big nail on its big head. I think if you go to a doctor and present your life circumstances and say, “I don’t know that medication is the way for me” you may just go home with other skills in your tool belt. for coping with your OVERburden.
Man, I’d be pissed if I had to take on that much daily.
Britter, remember what I said this morning? And Annie just said, I think it was fourth?
This is only part of it but seriously, you can stop trying to be Saint Miss Britt because you won’t get canonized for a long time after you’re dead anyway and where’s the fun in that.
My partial advice is to Let Out The Inner Bitch.
Quit trying to be such a “Good _____” all the time.
It’s just like when you and your brothers were little. Scare them enough when they’re young and they get a little leery. Of course it didn’t work so great once they hit full blown adolescence, but then again, who knows> They may have been jihadists now if it weren’t for that niggling little fear.
Baby…baby…baby. It’s going to be OK - however you handle it. This is not “Pick right now and it’s your only chance.” This is a life full of mulligans.
You’re not A and you’re not B and you’re not anyone but the fabulous, brilliant, glamorous, ornery, emotionally brightly colored and funny as hell Miss Britt.
I gotcher back, kid
Um, Britt? The graveyard is full of depressed comedians ya know. Being funny and depressed are not mutually exclusive.
Having been there and having taken Lexapro for a while, I can promise you it’s doesn’t have to be permanent and it does help. If nothing else, it removes one possibility so you can think more clearly.
You may be overthinking this. So what if he tells you you’ve got depression? So what if he doesn’t? At least you’ll have a better idea where to go from there.
Britt, I won’t punch you. I wouldn’t have wanted to punch him. However, he waited until we’d been here 2 1/2 years to decide he wanted to go back. By then, the girls and I were established. I was making mad money and they were happy in school.
I still don’t know what he is chasing. Honest.
However, you are still in the early phase. I wouldn’t beat myself (you) up too much. It took me a good six months to lose the feeling of surreal and start feeling like I was okay and comfortable with my surroundings. Once I figured out how to get around, found some stores that I liked, appreciated the weather, etc., it got easier and easier.
And I completely understand how you feel about being the only one who can make a decision and choice and like the weight of the whole world is on your shoulders. The only difference I think, from what little knowledge I have, is that my husband had to talk me into moving and you were the one who wanted to move. Our motivations for our children appear to be the same and who knows, when it is all said and done, we might hate it. Right now, I’m in it for the ride. If you ever want to talk, let me know. I’ve been where you are.
FyreGoddess: I don’t know. I’ve always thought of the idea of being committed as an opportunity for a free vacation.
I would insist on no visitors, of course.
Annie: I’m still waiting for God to make dinner. :-)
(seriously though, thank you. I appreciate the comment and advice)
Tug: who is going to take care of everyone else… yeah, see, that’s an idea I can get behind! I’m doing it for THEM.
Poppy: other tools… yeah, that might not be so bad, huh?
Mom: uh huh. You say release your Inner Bitch comfortably from 1400 miles away because you don’t think my wrath will reach YOU that far. LOL
Kelly: me? overthink? Noooooo!
Usedtobeme: “I’ve been where you are.”
more comforting words have never been spoken. Or, er, written.
Dudeness, of COURSE you could convince a doctor to prescribe drugs you don’t need. Of COURSE you could make an attempt to offload any personal mishaps and misbehaviors to the “disease.”
Shit, dude, you could also also rob banks.
Said differently: we are not a disease.
I mean, if you don’t ALREADY find excuses to blame a third party for the bad things (heck, or the good) in your life, why would you start doing this now?
I’m one of those AA guys, so I’ve thought about this a little bit, because alcoholism is one heck of an opportunity to offload pretty much anything. But it turns out, in AA, the philosophy is that you have to take responsibility for everything you’ve done as a core part of addressing it.
I guess this is a really long way of saying that you probably don’t have to worry about it so much… if your intent isn’t to score drugs or lay blame.
Since you don’t do it now, you likely won’t do it later.
Anyway. Hi. Love ya.
Hi Miss Britt,
I read your post with great interest and can relate completely to what you’re thinking and feeling right now. I got laid off from my job in 2002 and then couldn’t find anything in my field and my partner was being faced with relocation from Seattle to Houston to keep his job. Cue the depression.
I was hesitant to go to the Dr for some of the same reasons that you mention. Was I going to be faced with a situation where the doc just wanted to medicate me for the purposes of dispensing meds, was I going to come off as a drug seeker, was I going to be me after I started the meds or would it be like someone had taken a belt sander to my personality, would I still have emotions or would I be some strange “Stepford” version of myself? The other problem I had was that Psych was my major in college and we learned how to “game” the tests and talk the talk. I was worried that I had convinced myself that I *needed* medication and then would be able to convince the doc that I needed it.
In the end I went on Celexa for depression and anxiety and it was the best decision I ever made. I’m still me, but with a smoothed personality - I still have emotions just not the peaks and valleys I used to have. I like myself better on the meds and the people around me do as well. My situation is not the same as yours and drugs are not the answer for everyone, but I absolutely encourage you to at least talk to your doc about it.
Best of luck!
It’s because the First Step is the hardest and the legs? They are those weird dream legs that can’t walk fast enough when being chased. Not that Bossy would know a thing about it.
Why don’t you just go and find the fuck out?
Seriously, you WOULD be doing it for them, almost as much as you. When you’re more relaxed, everyone around you benefits; it’s not just you that does. And I truly don’t think (you do understand I am NOT an expert) it’s depression…you’re going through some big changes right now. I’m thinking more anxiety & stress that are feeding off of each other, and yes - that’s a whole different story than depression.
Just my 2 cents.
And yep - ((hugs)) & prayers are still there.
As someone who has gone through many years of anxiety and depression before seeing a doctor, go now! I was never particularly “bad off” but eventually I hit something nasty in my life. Not having seen anyone before I didn’t have the tools/mindset to “right” things and the depression got really bad before I got some help (kudos to my wife for sticking it out and finally noting that I needed to see someone ASAP)
One thing you should realize is that medication alone won’t fix your problem. However, medication will help your concentration. Once you can focus, other tools, such as therapy, can be very effective. If you can’t concentrate/focus you can’t fix yourself.
I’ve always hated taking medications for anything (even a cold), but I was prescribed a low dose of Lexapro, followed by some anxiety/depression counseling. The meds were very subtle, but helped a lot. Once I had a better control of my life (which took a few months), I weened off the Lexapro in about 6 weeks (not the most fun, but was tolerable). The counseling lasted about 2-3 months (about 11 sessions). I read a lot of research that was given by my counselor which helped a lot, and continues to help!
Don’t fear the drugs and don’t fear whatever is prescribed, be it medication, therapy or yoga. Modern medicine and modern therapy excel at treatment of anxiety and depression. It would be a shame to not avail yourself of it.
I dont think I could say anything someone hasn’t already said. But I have to say something….You know you better than anyone, you may just have the blues or you may be depressed try out some mood elevators that are natural and see if they help you out like kava kava tea or vitamins or some B vitamins for energy and see if the added energy gets you out of the funk. You may just be run down and drained from all you have done this year, you have done so much!! If that doesn’t work talk to a doctor. Depression isn’t a joke and it isn’t funny and it is not fair for anyone to use it against you. I have been depressed and then I have been run down and they feel a lot alike.
Combine some pills with some real therapy. Not one of those “MSW” types who just read a Dr. Phil book.
I finally went to a Psychiatrist (actual Doctor who shrinks heads, medically) and have had amazing results. Yes, part of it is the little white pills. Yes, part of it is the little blue pills for when I’m anxious — for good reason.
But a big part is that she is a very savvy lady, who won’t let me get away with my usual bullshit. My primary care doctor will do anything to get me out of the office in 15 minutes so he can see 35 other patients today and make his quota for the HMO.
Fix this before you and A actually start comforting each other. Please. We can all see it coming.
Wow Hon. I don’t know what to tell you. I have never had any experiences like this myself to the extent that I was forced to see a doctor for it or take medication..
I wish making you my newest spam word could make all things better.
I guess with all things I feel people should follow their gutfeeling… But that’s just me…
Maybe the pills should be adjunct to gold ol’ fashioned therapy. Pills cover the symptoms, they don’t necessarily fix the problems. I say find a good therapist and go from there. That should be easy to do in your super-busy-life, right?
Rich: I find myself going “oh, yeah, fucking DUH woman!” LOL
Thanks for putting things in perspective, as usual.
Chris: thank you for sharing your experience - I appreciate it!
BOSSY: and the screaming with no sound? do you hide in movie theaters when you can’t run fast enough, or is that just me?
Brandi: heh - I emailed you.
Tug: I’m starting to try to find out about the difference.
Wheat: it’s so crazy to me how many people have been down this same road. Thanks for sharing.
debkitty:
Dick of DickCarlson.com: any credibility you, or your comment, may have had was blown by that last line.
DutchBitch: guts and instinct - a woman’s best guide.
WanderingGirl: heh, yeah, right! :-D
Sorry — I didn’t realize you were so touchy on the subject. It was meant as humor.
I usually try to be very diplomatic when it comes to stupid comments. Especially in a case of “oh, I’m sorry, you just misunderstood”.
But.. uh… no. yeah. I guess I’m “so touchy”.
OR -
Your comment was inappropriate, presumptuous, and down right insulting.
Whichever.
Either way, Funny Judge says: not funny.
Didn’t get it darlin. I even checked the filter. Sorry. Try again?
Having been around the block a few times on this one, I suggest finding a therapist you can trust & try handling it that way.
If you’re prescribed anything by anyone please research it thoroughly. “Experts” definitely are helpful, but you are your biggest advocate & if you decide to take anything, please make sure you are very well-learned about it.
I am saying this after having been on numerous meds, some that were extremely detrimental to my mental & physical health. I shouldn’t have been so trusting. Be careful.
Sure, a Dr. will stuff you full of drugs, but it doesn’t have to be permanent. From what I see, you are completely normal and you have a RIGHT to be stressed! A big move, with kids, leaving family, a big change in jobs are ALL each stressfull things on their own! You’re not wacky, you know what you’re doing and trying to adjust. It’s still hard. You’re still in the adjustment period.
I’ve made big moves in SHIT circumstances (sorry, I don’t mean to make this about me) but it works itself out. I say, look back in ONE YEAR and see how you really feel about it all. In the mean time, I think you did the right thing. Don’t question that.
Like you said, you don’t want to ask yourself one day, “What if…?”
Brandi: sent it again…
jane: great advice as usual babe!
annie: I’m sure this makes me really pathetic… but this comment was really, really good to “hear”. Thanks. :-)
Oooh Miss Britt, I think I like you.
You said tool. I lurve that word.
You have all these freaking weird like smiley things at the bottom to distract me so I have to stay here longer trying to remember what I was going to say…
And this post was freaking hilarious (I try to refrain from saying ‘fucking’ in my first comment ) cause every bloody time I go to the doctors I am asked if I am depressed. Apparently cause I have a kid with Autism that insists on not sleeping and painting me murals with his shit, then I must be depressed. Not tired, not angry, but clinically imbalanced.
I say no, and they say OK. Let us know if you are. Sure thing buddy now can we get this pap test outta the way?
If you need em, fine. If you don’t fine. I know that all I need is a good nights sleep and some new pretty heels. That’ll get my seretonin flowin’
Kelley: well welcome - and please, feel free to use ‘fuck’ if you feel it’s necessary. Or not.
I think feces art is an automatic ticket to the mall, personally.
I just moved, too. To the eastern time zone where they have baton corps instead of Irish dancers in their parades, and prime time is 8 instead of 7, and none of it seems really natural, yet. And, I don’t know anyone really, and I’m horrible at meeting people, and I work from home so some days I feel so isolated that I’m uncomfortable.
But, I’m not depressed, either. Just uncomfortable. I think I have to be here a whole year before I’ll really know if the time change and all the baton corps that doesn’t feel right.
Yeah, that primetime starting at 8 thing is just BIZARRE!!!!
This part of your post:
I’m afraid that if I am diagnosed (it’s diagnosed, right?) with depression, that every single grievance and decision and thought and feeling and over reaction I’ve ever had - or at least recently had - will suddenly be rendered invalid. Null and void. An obvious symptom of my Inability To Think/Feel Clearly.
nearly made me cry. This is exactly why I’ve been fearful of revealing my depression to anyone. This is how depression makes me doubt myself. Do I have a rational grievance, or am I just overreacting to distorted thoughts?
Thank you for showing me that someone else understands.