Quasi, you’re a good fella to worry. But as a fellow depressive, I read Jamie’s account and it felt like something I’d do. Reading over the thread, it seems to me that you got very concerned and started pushing for updates (a very kind thing to do) but then felt he’d been disingenuous.
Step back for just a second, and look at it with me another way?
I know folks worry about discontinuation syndrome, those effing brain zaps, etc. And folks were right in urging him to go get more, but I dunno, when I get like that (I’m like that right now) I pretty much behave like he does. I feel utterly helpless, then pop out and buy my favorite bread from the bakery. I come here, but don’t update Facebook and my friends freak. I don’t eat/work/sleep/clean/shower/brush teeth, until I have-have-have to go out. Then I go out and enjoy myself. WTF?
The funny thing was, I was ready to come here and talk about the clarity and the soul-sucking depression that return hand-in-hand when I fall off the med wagon, and I was surprised that no one besides Guinistasia really wanted to talk about that–they were all “GO GIT YER MEDS, SON!”
This dichotomy may very well be because I am also depressed, and didn’t think to warn him. Like him (sorry to refer to you in the third-person, Jamie, in your own thread), when I fall into the pit I know what I need to do, what I’m supposed to do, what I MUST do, yet I do nothing. So telling a fella who is in that space to “just do it” (even though it’s in his best interest) doesn’t occur to me, I guess.
Quasi, you’re very open and humorous about the struggles you’re facing. Things aren’t always logical and perfect, right? I submit that we’re all that way, especially when the Rat Bastard depression has us in his slimy grip. Logic falls right off the page.
Jamie, hope things even out for you. Have you tried Wellbutrin? I tried it twice, and it made me so stupid I could barely speak. What good would getting my libido back be if I couldn’t carry on a conversation, eh? (hrm. don’t answer that.:D)