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First off, I understand and support anyone's decision not to take meds. I wish I didn't HAVE to take meds, but I do. I suffer from clinical depression and ADHD, both of which are brain-based. I can get along without ADHD medication and may decide to do so again someday, but for the moment it allows me to work and accomplish things I've wanted to do for years but have never had the focus and concentration to finish. Depression is another matter. There may be nothing wrong with the world; the sun is shining, I have a husband who loves me, money in the bank, a nice house, etc., and yet I want to die; I feel hollow, as though the insides of me are a void. This pain, these emotions are not based in reality, but I feel them nonetheless. They are my brain gone out-of-whack. They can paralyze me if I don't keep them in check.
This past winter, after 11 years on Prozac, I slipped into a depressive episode. A bad one. It'd been so long I didn't even realize what was happening to me. My husband met me after I went on meds, so the whole thing scared the hell out of him. I ended up getting ahold of someone from my insurance carrier, of all things, from the mental health department. She said, "It sounds to me like you need a meds adjustment. The dosage you're taking isn't working anymore." "Oh," I said, for that had never occurred to me. "Go to your doctor's office immediately," she said. "Don't wait. I'm going to call the office to make sure you get there." And I did, and a 10 mg. increase was all it took. I'm fine now.
Believe me, I would LOVE not to take meds. Pain in the ass. If you can do without them, then God bless.
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