what happens if you try meds therapy etc and that don’t work am I mean to sit back and watch life move on without me even no I’m alive I would rather not be around sitting in the shade do depressed people get better or isit for life cause this sucks just surviving each day with no goals I do dread waking up most day to do the same thing all over again the next day
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It’s not that we are apart from this life. Or together in it. It just is.
This might not sound pleasing weather you have a goal or not, life is only the same over and over if you choose that. And you choose your goals. I have daily goals and weekly goals in the yearly goals now
Depressed people can get better. Meds can be helpful for some folks, but they don’t always work. The bad thing about some of these meds is the side effects some of them have. As far as goals you have to get out and make some goals for yourself. Pills lower the anxiety and feelings of depression, but you still have to get out and make goals for yourself and achieve them.
Thanks guys I no what u mean I’m just tired of battling with my self everyday
I take medication and it somewhat works for me. I’m still anxious and depressed but medicine can’t help with that.
I’ve been depressed my whole life. (I’m in my 40’s now).
There have been a whole big long list of prescriptions I have tried over the years.
None worked, and some had side effects that were worse than simply staying depressed.
We’re currently trying another one, gradually increasing the dose.
I don’t notice any difference at all yet.
I’m bi-polar so I cycle between building a wing on my house and destroying my life impulsively and/or plotting ways to bury my own body in the back yard.
Today i’m just cruising. I take medicine when I’m close to going off the edge and the feeling lasts a few months. A few days of being off the edge is just like a 1 up in mariokart sometimes.
This makes no sense today.
Here’s where I have to admit I just spent the past five minutes wondering how one could bury one’s own body in the back yard.
I keep picturing some elaborate Wile E. Coyote contraption that ends up throwing him off a cliff instead of catching the Road Runner.