Antidepressants
 

I really, really, really wanna go back on them again.

I'm gonna.

ain't no shame if that's what you need.

In February, I went to my doctor to do just that...I asked for a prescription to Prozac. However, just about that time, I started taking omega 3 fish oil supplements AND the sun started staying out longer...I ended up not needing the Prozac.

Absolutely what UT says.
You wouldn't think twice if it were asthma drugs, would you? Your symptoms are worse, the drugs control them - go for it. Absolutely.

I agree. If they help, then get them. The stigma around anti-depressants is partly due to the over-use of them for people who don't need/won't be helped by them. Then again, some people over-use aspirin and paracetamol: doesn't mean someone with a headache shouldn't take them.

If you need them - you need them. God knows I've thought about them a time or two... or threety... times.

If you work for the State or the Federal Government - they should be requisite to the job. Personally, I think they should have coffers situated in various places throughout the workplace of all Government Offices. Prozac, Xanax and Paxil should be in vending machines.

It's those voices for me... they never shut up. :tinfoil:

Just shut up already.. my voices are tired of hearing your voices. (They told me so, of course.)

Why antidepressants don't work for so many.

omg, there's no hope! (runs off sobbing)

Interesting article - It would be absolutely revolutionary if we can really target the true cause and create a treatment...

I LOLLED

it's not funny! (sniff)

I find nothing motivates me quite like cannabis.

Admittedly, it's a non-focused, somewhat hyperactive, undiscerning, indiscriminate, and free-associative motivation. But I can clean the back of the fridge like no one's business.

The advantage of having multiple personalities is you are never alone!

Damned handy if your task for the day is trawling through page after page of digitised newprint, looking for references to 'desertion'.

I find nothing motivates me quite like cannabals.

I run like hell.

You think you’ve got problems, what are you supposed to do if you’re a manically depressed robot? No, don’t bother to answer that, I’m fifty thousand times more intelligent than you and even I don’t know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.

Pie, Clearly the answer's in the question. You need to get more stupider.

"An optimist is someone who thinks this is the best of all possible worlds, and a pessimist thinks the optimist is right."

Neurotransmitters aside, there are some days when I wish I could just go to some leaf raking job, come home, plop in front of the TV, crack open a beer and be utterly content not giving a damn about anything.

But that would mean I'd have to find a leaf raking job...

Brain the size of a planet and they want me to take a pill. It's just so depressing.

fixed it for ya

I find if I smoke prior to the task, the task will remain undone....if I start task and smoke at same time, I am far more likely to then obsess on the task.

Well, it all depends upon the task. There seems to be an inverse relationship to the usefulness/importance of the task and the degree of motivation.

Back in my yute I worked in a ski shop in the winters and we pine-tarred a lot of XC boards. (Siddown sonny, lemme tell you about real skis...)

Anyway about a month or two into the season, several gallons of pine tar later, my co-worker turns to me in resignation and a bit of depsair and says "This is ganja work."
i.e. mindless, repetetive, and soul crushing.

As I said: scouring digitised copies of 18th century newspapers.

I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me. Even robots hate me.

Dude you must be old! In my youth I raced on carbon-fiber honeycomb-core Fischers - with an ironed in and scraped off hot waxing the whole length (because we were doing that new-fangled "skating", we didn't use a stickier wax or klister in the kick zone). We traded in our propane torches for medals as it turned out...

Let's just say I'm old enough to be the lecherous friend of your older brother. I was in Vermont. When the snow flies all the hippies traded in their 3 speed bikes for wooden skis. You could smell the wood smoke and home made goat yogurt on them from the far end of the shop.

Thank god for gentrification.

just turned 49 btw, missy

ps wicked thread drift, eh?

I thought that too. we need to be more depressing.

What is a depressed Hobo to do? He can't get anti-depress ants.

It's OK, shawnee will be along shortly to solve all his problems....

I always loved doing my own skis but the joy can easily be sucked from anything that becomes a job.