I’m medicated. Yeah, that’s right, I said it. I’m not even embarrassed. But, it’s true. I’m a pill popper.
For some reason there is a stigma attached to taking anti-depressants. I don’t understand it. People don’t usually judge you if you tell them you are taking medicine for a headache or to help you sleep or for a rash. (Well, they might judge you for that last one…) But, they do for depression. I think it has to do with society’s view of depression, in general. Depression is real, folks. And it’s not the same thing as laziness or apathy or boredom or low energy. Depression may cause some of those symptoms, but it’s offensive to tell a depressed person that they are just being lazy. You know, “You just need to get out and do something!” It shows a complete lack of understanding.
While “doing” things can help with depression, (i.e. exercise, getting sun) sometimes it requires more than that. Pills. Are anti-depressants abused? Sure. Just like people abuse any other medication. Do doctors prescribe too many ADs? Probably. But, frankly, I’m just concerned about myself, not the problem of over-prescribing in the medical world. The wonderful thing is that it has freed me up to do the other things that help with depression. Things like getting outside and doing things. I’ve dealt with varying levels of depression for so long that I had forgotten what it feels like to want to get out do, well, anything.
I feel like I have my life back. (Cue the shot of me walking on the beach, pants rolled up, laughing at something really funny…oh yeah, and don’t forget the acoustic guitar music) And, I’m enjoying it. At the end of July I decided to take a trip to NYC by myself. I cannot tell you how excited I am. I’ve been to NYC a bunch of times and I love NYC. Who doesn’t? Anyway, I’ve never gone by myself. It’s an independence thing. I’m gonna just hang out at cafés, go to museums, go to the park, and have a good time. Fun!
But back to depression. Several times I’ve mentioned to various friends that I’m medicated and “feeling great!” I’m surprised by the awkwardness that follows. It’s as if I just told them that I’ve been shopping for a good dildo. You know, something nice? (which I am, but that’s another story…) The inappropriateness of it all. Don’t get me wrong. I understand that, for many, depression is a deeply personal issue. But, I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed by it. That only perpetuates the stigma.
On the other side of things, I do have several friends that, evidently, are pill connoisseurs. They want to know what I’m taking, how it works, all the details. You know, for documentation purposes. They’ve tried them all and want to know the latest and greatest. Good for them. Me, I’m just happy to have one that works. To each their own.