it would take a lot of work to compare with the harmful competition though, with each mental illness given it's own category, large active membership, privacy protected community, continuously active chatrooms, etc. I've grown rather jaded(burnt out) with available mental health help that's either been systemically incompetent to sufficiently guide me or contaminated with whoo, and fighting for free speech and a bill of rights for support seekers online. I no longer trust the professional or amateur psych. community. I'd love to find or offer a few suggestions to create such a place, but in the grips of low energy times can't be nearly as proactive on it as I'd like to be.
I have been on Venlafaxine, Chloropromazine, Arapriprozole and Lithium for up to ten years. I also had eight years of professional help and was fortunate to have good care. I am healthy and happy.
I expect that I will be taking the medication for the rest of my life and I can't really see a problem with that !
Heh. Maybe. I went to a therapist for a while this past Spring, and it was the best experience I've had with one so far. I found her to actually be insightful. Unfortunately, she had to move away to a different job, so I'm not seeing anyone at the moment.
Also, the drugs I thought might help, haven't. I've been trying different combinations with no results. Right now, I'm taking Liothyronine, Bupropion, and I'm using an Emsam patch. I might as well be taking placebos.
I was also in a relationship for the first time. It was nice, but it's over now. I thought maybe it would work out, but I was wrong. She loved me, and I really tried to love her back, but it wasn't enough. I don't seem to be able to feel love at all. Lots of guilt, though.
I also learned that I don't like people touching me in any way. I though I'd enjoy affection, but I don't seem to be able to. Not even kissing or sex. I'm not sure if it's because of my depression, or if that stuff is just really overrated.
I still don't feel like a real human being, just a cheap imitation. I guess it's kind of funny when I look at it all from an outside perspective. At least I still have a sense of humor. That and I get to die someday, thankfully. I'm not in a rush, though. I don't want the people I know to think of me as "emo" or something, or be upset. I have enough guilt already. They don't even know about my trouble with depression. I'll just keep it all between me and the internet. Hehe.