jarbabyj,
I posted my li’l’ story on your other thread, but I’ll revisit it here.
I had severe depression a couple years ago, maybe 2.5. Didn’t go to class/take care of myself, slept all day, etc. I developed a pressure sore that got infected. I have no sensation in that area so I could ignore the problem even when it got nasty. I went to the hospital 'cause when I was home for winter break my folks saw my condition and rushed me to the ER. A couple more weeks, I could’ve gone septic and died. I started therapy upon release from the hospital.
About six months later, my therapist suggested I examine anti-depressants with a psychiatrist. I started Wellbutrin, which has made a world of difference. I feel normal. Depression had covered my ability to deal with “issues” and problems I had/have. Now that I don’t have that black cloud hanging over me, I’ve been much more able to deal with life. The Wellbutrin didn’t affect my libido, nor did it turn me into Suzy Sunshine. It just allowed me to be me, without a pall of depression over me. I feel all sorts of emotions, including sadness. Only now, I can stop the sadness from taking charge.
Depression is a sickness. Serotonin is, IMHO, no more or less tangible than germs are. I understand feeling that you ought to be able to snap out of it. That’s an idea that society has perpetuated. Society has only begun, IMHO, to understand that feeling blue sometimes does not equal clinical depression. I believe that those who’ve never had depression can’t fully understand it 'cause there are no bodily symptoms (cough/fever/congestion) that would make you feel crappy. They cant wrap their brains around it.
“Okay, you’re sad…You’re REALLY sad. And you say you don’t know why, that there’s really no reason why, actually. What the hell do you mean, you don’t know why you’re sad, that you’re sad for no reason? There HAS to be a reason!”
They don’t understand that there IS a reason.
This blathering was all to say one thing; you’re still you. The medicine doesn’t change who you are, it actually helps you to uncover who you are. I liken it to stripping black paint off a window. It’s still a window, it just doesn’t have all that crap on it. Maybe that’s a stupid analogy, but I hope all the crap I’ve written helps you a little. Oh, and if your current med isn’t working, don’t give up. Tweaking may be necessary.