I’m neither a psychiatrist nor a pharmacist. Any and all statements I make regarding or referring to specific medications are based on personal experiences, shared experiences from others, research on medical websites and questions asked directly to doctors and pharmacists. I don’t have the answers, but I have a good idea of where to get them.
And in these matters, it’s neither from a talk show host I’ve never met or a dentist.
Hey, tell you what:
if I come off a little too strong, don’t mind me. After all, I’m just a fucking lunatic, right?
Y’see, I have Depression, Anxiety and ADD.
There are some folks who will tell you, or tell the world, or submit anonymous comments on blogs or on-line posts (or tell me to my face if they would ever meet me and have the balls to do so) that it’s all in my mind.
Where the hell else would you expect these things to be?
Now if it were in my ankles, my liver, my lungs, my colon or stuck as far up my ass as these folks heads are, you could “see” them with x-rays or scans of some sort. You might be able to even feel them. Or if they were like allergies, you could see them leaking from my eyes or dribbling down my upper lip.
But if they can’t see it, they can’t believe it and will tell you, therefore, there is no proof of it and it doesn’t exist.
Some of these people say they believe in God. That prayer is the answer to the problems for which I have been prescribed certain medications over the past twenty years.
Have these omniscient folks seen Him lately?
If they haven’t seen, then – ipso facto, from the Latin meaning “check it out fathead” – God is a figment of their imagination, right?
If they have seen Him (and not just seen the Rocky Mountains and the rest of His beautiful creation), then my problems are but a grain of sand compared to the dune they’re buried under.
Here’s something from someone writing under the User Name “Artemis Rose” in response to an article on Salon.com about a woman who stopped taking medications for Depression (http://www.salon.com/2014/04/19/when_i_went_off_my_anti_depressants_partner/) :
Twenty years ago, I created a dental holistic health practice. Under this holistic umbrella, I assessed medical histories of thousands of patients and offered holistic options and referrals to treat their various health issues.
When I noted anti-depressants (SSRIs) listed on their medical histories, I asked the reason their doctors prescribed SSRIs (there is NO medical test to verify a diagnosis of depression).
From my assessment over 500 SSRI patients, I kept track of the various causal reasons (rationale?) for their depression and willingness to take SSRIs. Every single reason (rationale) had to do with life experiences: divorce, my father died, my new boss is horrible, I lost my job, I am a single mother raising three teenage sons, I am stuck in a miserable marriage, I just left an abusive relationship, I was raped, I was beaten by my husband/boyfriend, my mother has cancer, I have cancer, my dog was killed, I am stressed over financial debt, I lost my home to foreclosure, my daughter (son) is a heroin addict, my daughter’s baby died (SID), I was in a serious auto accident, my house burned down, I have to work two jobs to pay my bills, I had to move for a new job, I am lonely, my girlfriend left me, menopause, PMS, postpartum, PTSD, my cat died, my son was paralyzed, my son ODed, I hate my job but I can’t retire yet, to quit smoking, etc., etc.
Hello? All of their reasons (rationale?) were just “life experiences.”
And the Rocky Mountains would be a “life experience” and not proof of His existence.