[Notice: Just so I don’t get the inevitable post that contains it, I’m going to mention the US NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION LIFELINE[SIZE=“4”]: 1-800-273-TALK (8255). Apparently if you call there you will magically never have the desire to commit suicide ever again.[/SIZE]]
It’s called venlafaxine. Apparently it will take 3 to 4 weeks to take effect and it could worsen my symptoms in the meantime, not that that really bothers or worries me though.
What does bother me is taking medication for my problems doesn’t really feel right and it makes me a little uncomfortable and uneasy. It feels somehow wrong and ‘unnatural’ and I should just either accept my issues and their ultimate consequences or learn to deal with them without medication (and do I really need medication for them? I don’t think so). It feels kinda like I’m capitulating on my own autonomy, that I’m weak or even perverted* (*I guess this might be a little like what Christian ‘Scientists’ feel when they reject medicine over faith based ‘healing’, or when evangelicals fight against IVF, but don’t get me wrong I’m an atheist, it was just an analogy).
Now I get that there are sometimes good reasons to take medication, like for schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and major depressive disorder, but I don’t have any of those. I don’t have a “chemical imbalance” in my head either (that whole concept seems suspect or at the very least problematic, some interesting articles here, here and here), my problems are much more fundamental and a part of my personality and temperament. If taking medication will ‘trick’ me into believing I don’t actually have any problems at all, is that really a good thing? You might say that taking medication will allow me to work on bettering myself. Can this really be true when I have nothing I want to do and basically very little to live for? Will my purpose in life and will to live suddenly materialise out of thin air when the medicine starts to take effect? I don’t really see if there is a point in even trying to go through with taking them or if I can really commit to it, which I fear that I can’t.
But if someone has experience with this or other SNRIs (or perhaps other types of antidepressants), what was it like when you started taking them, specifically for depression/anxiety/suicidal ideation? Did it change how you felt about yourself, did it make you feel inauthentic or fake?
Could taking an antidepressant sometimes simply be a harmful crutch?
Was it pointless or a mistake to post this? I find it really hard to submit. Cleary I should just shut up and take my medicine like the doctor’s pathetic little bitch that I am. Yes you are. I could have said no to them, after all.
P.S. I am also currently talking to a therapist. The second session is next week. I find it a little hard to bring myself to go there again, since what is the point if I don’t have the desire, motivation, discipline or will to change? It’s short-term therapy as well, so it wouldn’t be a huge loss.