Grazie, Dank je wel, Thank you for sharing this piece from your past!
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Great swells of emotion are indeed scorned in some ways nowadays, and someone displaying great emotion is often seen as cheesy or pathetic. Perhaps because people feel uncomfortable with the vulnerability it conveys? People do not like feeling vulnerable, it’s like having a bullseye painted on your forehead, just waiting for someone to see it and take a shot at it. But then again, it is a kind of courage to be aware the consequences of vulnerability and still put oneself in that position, and in my opinion that is absolutely to be admired, and often actually is. It seems like a kind of love-hate relationship – we scorn the displays of passion and emotion, yet secretly we admire the people who have the courage to be that open and feel welcomed by the openness.

This post is a good example of such a display. It is eloquent, but without the distance that rhetorical writing often carries with it. It is open and radiates vulnerability, and that is what makes the post magnificent, and you, the author, someone to be admired. Well done!
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Normally, I do not believe in medicating–at least I believe that medication should never be the first approach. I believe that U.S. society (in particular) are far too focused on grabbing the first pill for the ailment of the moment. However, I also know first hand that sometimes medication is absolutely in order. I have benefited from it myself. When I was in my second year of graduate school, I came to the realization that if I didn’t go through therapy for my childhood experiences that I would not be able to stay clean. I was working with an abusive professor who had brought up all these feelings of helplessness and rage–no doubt stifled from the sexual abuse I endured as a child. I was terribly depressed. I cried myself to sleep every night–and would have to run into the bathroom several times during the day . . to just sob . . and sob. . . and sob some more. I started having fantasies about running into NYC to get drugs–and I knew that I would if I didn’t get help.

I resisted taking medication–after all, I had stopped using drugs and never wanted to be under the influence of anything again–regardless if it was prescribed or not. But as I was on the verge of suicide (yet again–and this time while clean from drugs), I finally took the psychologist’s recommendation for an antidepressant. It saved my life.

After I started on the antidepressants, I could deal with life again. I was able to complete therapy, go to school, and even find joy in life again. I was able to stop taking them about two years later, which I did.

Depression affects so many people–more people missed work due to depression last year than *all other physical illnesses combined.* There is such a great stigma in seeking help, in taking medications, that so many people suffer needlessly.

Drugs should never be abused–but they should also be used to better the quality of life. I believe wholeheartedly that there are certain people who absolutely should take medications; there’s no need to suffer and struggle along if you don’t have to.

I just had to throw that out there–because I feel there is so much stigma involving psychological health. After all, if someone has an imbalance of insulin, they take medicine to control diabetes. It should be no different for someone with a biochemical imbalance to take psychotropic medication to control depression, bipolar, OCD, etc.

My .o2!

Melinda

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