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fearsclave, Ultra-Hoopy Frood
Wellll…ummm...OK, since you asked. The short answer is yes. But like most short answers, there is a significantly longer explanation attached. So for those interested:
It seems that, from facts uncovered in recent investigations, I have probably suffered from what is termed ‘Clinical Depression’ for quite some time. Between ten and twenty years, in fact. But because (and I swear this is exactly what the psychologist said) I ‘present well’, (meaning that I can hide my true feelings very well and also function well despite the depression, and that people who know me wouldn’t notice anything wrong or different), it wasn’t recognized. Add to that the fact that I’ve always believed (and still, to some extent, believe) that people should deal with their problems themselves, and that I am not a particularly loquacious person, especially when it comes to what I feel (I have *immense* difficulty relating personal things. I tend to avoid those types of conversations like the plague or turn on the Jester Primus and turn it into a farce. Even writing this post is tough for me), and you can start to see why it went on so long.
*SO*… over the years, especially these last few, the problem became steadily worse. I lost interest in just about everything: reading, drawing, gardening, gaming, cooking, the whole lot. All I wanted to do, basically, was sleep and eat, which, by the way, is a *really* bad combo. It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed and into work. It was causing difficulties at home, obviously, because I never had the energy or will to do anything. It got really bad around the first of the year. *Extremely* bad. “I was just wondering, where’s that really sharp kitchen knife” bad. As I said in my earlier post, it was about a month later that I saw the test and read you journal. What I didn’t mention was the ‘shape-up-or-ship-out’ speech from my darling wife. So off the doctor I went. A couple of tests, a couple of conversations and *hey, presto* the Jester’s on meds! It’s only been about a month on the Effexor, and the Wellbutrin started yesterday, so I’m still in kind of an adjustment phase, but I can tell a bit difference. So, we’ll see. I’m not exactly at the “My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades” point, and doubt I ever will be, but things do seem to be improving.
Any other questions?
fearsclave, Ultra-Hoopy FroodWellll…ummm...OK, since you asked. The short answer is yes. But like most short answers, there is a significantly longer explanation attached. So for those interested:
It seems that, from facts uncovered in recent investigations, I have probably suffered from what is termed ‘Clinical Depression’ for quite some time. Between ten and twenty years, in fact. But because (and I swear this is exactly what the psychologist said) I ‘present well’, (meaning that I can hide my true feelings very well and also function well despite the depression, and that people who know me wouldn’t notice anything wrong or different), it wasn’t recognized. Add to that the fact that I’ve always believed (and still, to some extent, believe) that people should deal with their problems themselves, and that I am not a particularly loquacious person, especially when it comes to what I feel (I have *immense* difficulty relating personal things. I tend to avoid those types of conversations like the plague or turn on the Jester Primus and turn it into a farce. Even writing this post is tough for me), and you can start to see why it went on so long.
*SO*… over the years, especially these last few, the problem became steadily worse. I lost interest in just about everything: reading, drawing, gardening, gaming, cooking, the whole lot. All I wanted to do, basically, was sleep and eat, which, by the way, is a *really* bad combo. It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed and into work. It was causing difficulties at home, obviously, because I never had the energy or will to do anything. It got really bad around the first of the year. *Extremely* bad. “I was just wondering, where’s that really sharp kitchen knife” bad. As I said in my earlier post, it was about a month later that I saw the test and read you journal. What I didn’t mention was the ‘shape-up-or-ship-out’ speech from my darling wife. So off the doctor I went. A couple of tests, a couple of conversations and *hey, presto* the Jester’s on meds! It’s only been about a month on the Effexor, and the Wellbutrin started yesterday, so I’m still in kind of an adjustment phase, but I can tell a bit difference. So, we’ll see. I’m not exactly at the “My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades” point, and doubt I ever will be, but things do seem to be improving.
Any other questions?
