My Concealed Depression

My thoughts on my lifetime of Major Depressive Disorder with suicidal ideation.

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Doing the Drugs; Part II

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Today my Psychiatrist upped my Prozac to 40mg daily. This is double the 20 mg I have been taking since the end of April. Thinking about how this came to be, I am sad, mad and glad that it happened. Taking medication, along with therapy seems like a straight-forward process. You see a doctor, get a pill, your cured! Reality is nothing like that. I am sad because took a … [Read more...] about Doing the Drugs; Part II

Flashback Friday – Was I really like this?

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I read a few of my early blog posts this morning. Some of them I wrote just days after getting out of the hospital. There is a lot of uncertainty in these early posts. I am feeling my way towards something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Check out this post I wrote 3 or 4 days after getting out of the hospital. I wish I could sleep. But … [Read more...] about Flashback Friday – Was I really like this?

Did I take my Prozac today?

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I woke up a little early and went to the bathroom. Then I went to the kitchen and got a pot of coffee started. The first person up in our household makes 12 cups, the maximum our coffee maker can produce. And the great thing about this coffee maker is that it has an insulated carafe. To me, the taste of burnt coffee that has been sitting in a glass carafe for 45 minutes is … [Read more...] about Did I take my Prozac today?

Depression Will Not be My Crutch

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Depression is a disease, not a crutch. Many diseases get major attention and major funding for research. Their existence is not questioned and their status as a legitimate health condition is secure. Very few people, for example, would dispute the fact that cancer is real. People respect the havoc it can inflict on someone. Mental illness deserves the same respect. … [Read more...] about Depression Will Not be My Crutch