I have a headache. I also have an essay in my head about chronic depression, and how friggin' annoying it is, but I'm not sure I have the patience to write it
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I could have written most of this essay too. Chronic depression sucks. There are no two ways about it. Medication is crucial to my life. Without it I would be curled up in the fetal position hiding under my covers. That little voice you hear, I hear it too. (hugs) If you need to/want to talk more - I'm here.
Thanks, I'd love to talk about it more with someone else who's got the same problem. (I'm probably also going to go on posting at length about it today. I think a bubble in my brain burst today or something.)
The inside of my head isn't usually a very sensory place -- mostly I experience it as narrative, with words but without voice or print. So I don't have a voice screaming at me. But when I've been really depressed, one of the threads goes "Gee, if I suddenly turned the steering wheel, I'd run into that bridge abutment! Or how about walking in front of a truck, that'd be novel. I wonder if there's a way to open this airplane window. That's a really really sharp knife there, wouldn't slitting my wrists be intriguing?" Even when there's a good mood overlaying the depression, that track can keep going, even when I've got the "No, that wouldn't be interesting, being dead would SUCK, I have fabulous plans" counter-thread running, the suicidal one can keep nattering on at me. Fortunately, right now workouts are being sufficient to keep the gremlins at bay, and I've got a stash of Zyban+citalopram for if/when I need them again.
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*hug*
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Thanks for talking, I'm listening.
--Rachel
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