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On the road to a diagnosis...

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Many, many years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. A psychiatrist asked me a few questions, sent me for a blood test (no idea), diagnosed clinical depression, and wrote me a prescription. I had followups with her every month where I spent less than 15 minutes in her office, said I was fine, received a refill, and was sent on my way, without so much as eye contact. After about 6 months, I decided it was a waste of time and money and I just up and quit. I quit seeing the doctor and I quit taking the medicine.

Some days I truly regretted throwing away that prescription.
Some days I was so fine that the thought of taking antidepressants was laughable. Literally.

Over the years, I began to realize that the depression was probably real. Since I didn't want a similar psychiatric experience, I tried to work through my issues on my own with varying degrees of success.
Fast forward to my first postpartum experience. My doctor recognized the signs and put me back on antidepressants. They…