I’m taking ten pills a day, Paxil, Lamictal, and Zonegran. First, the Lamictal and Zonegran are an absolute must. I’m an epileptic, and I finally have my seizures under control. (It’s been over two years since my last one!) I’ll be on them until I die, most likely. I take seven pills a day, just to stay seizure free, although that’s no guarantee that I’ll stay that way, and have to have my meds adjusted again. (Epilepsy is pretty unpredictable)
I keep a diary of my seizures. I once had nineteen in one day. (All minor ones) Shortly before I was laid off from my job, I was having my meds adjusted, and I was constantly missing work because I kept having seizures. You can’t go to work if you’re blacking out, and you aren’t any help if you keep having to sit in the back room because your mind is in a blender.
(Did that play a part in why I was one of the ones chosen? I’ll never know.)
So while I hate the side effects, they’re a necessity.
Depression is not just “feeling sad” and it’s not just something you can “deal with”. Nor is it “just taking a pill.” I also went through a lot of therapy.
Depression is sitting in one spot all day, not moving often for hours at a time, not feeling ANYTHING. Your favorite foods don’t taste good, your favorite songs don’t sound the same. Nothing can lift you up. Sometimes all you want to do is sleep, because that’s the only time the pain isn’t there. And it’s not being “sad”, it’s being “in pain”.
Anyone who says depression is “being sad” and people should just “deal with it” are really, REALLY ignorant.
When I started going to therapy, and started my meds (NOT just “taking a pill”), I noticed that I felt like “me” again. I was able to actually think about other things. I noticed the little pleasures in life. I didn’t want to just want to hide out in the shower all day.
In my case, it’s OCD, and so I’m on Paxil. OCD is a bitch, and it’s not something you can “get over”. Yeah, you can distract yourself, but telling someone with OCD “well, don’t obsess over it” just makes it worse. It’s like saying, “don’t think of elephants for ten minutes”. Doesn’t work.
Sorry, this is just something that turns my eyes red. Unless you’ve experienced it, don’t ever tell someone “to just deal with it.”
(I do, on the other hand, have no sympathy for those who refuse to get help, and insist on constantly going around and expecting everyone else to baby them and give them special treatment. I’m not a therapist, I can’t be your therapist. I’ll give a friend moral support, but I can’t help someone if you can’t help yourself. Sometimes people need a kick in the ass to get help.)
Gagundathar, yeah, you’re supposed to ween yourself off of them gradually. Once my Paxil scrip ran out before I could refill it, and it was a bitch. The “zaps” were the worst.