stuh505 wrote:Quote:Are you saying that people with mental illness and other brain disorders suffer only from a lack of willpower?
I would
not put it that way. I think that it is possible, through willpower, to affect the chemical processes going on in one's body. I would not say that anyone who can't do this is weak.
flushd, I simply mean that in order to accept treatment for something that is within your power you first have to give up on yourself! You say that ADs may have helped you, but you chose not give up on yourself.
Ah, willpower.
I've shared this before, and here I go again...I've never suffered from depression but do have anxiety disorder. To me, this is the flip side of the record, first cousins with depression. Why? Seritonin. I take Zoloft as a regulator.
Stuh, I do know exactly what you mean about being scared to take an AD's. That was me.
You mentioned in a reply to me back on page 2 (I think) that you have done self analysis on all the reasons, and know where they come from, but that doesn't change the fact they are there. True, I did that also for many years, and knew all the reasons. However, as my panic attacks increased to becoming a daily event, I realized I either had to go outside myself for help or kill myself. To be honest, I would have welcomed depression to what I was going through. I could barely leave the house.
Like boom, I'm not going into all my ****, but talk therapy was necessary for me for about a year or year and a half to get a professional, third party, objective take I who I was. No one "told" me what my problems were, but a good therapist can lead you to ask yourself the correct questions, and look in those corners you don't want to see. I realized I'd been having this anxiety since early childhood, but had used my willpower to function. Sooner or later though, your body breaks down and you can't turn the trick anymore.
When medication was suggested, my answer was not only "NO", but "HELL NO" occassionally it would be broached again, with the same answer. Finally, after doing a lot of work, which made me feel better in many ways, but did absolutely nothing to stop the attacks. I was still terrified of taking any type of drug at all. I thought anything I took would make my life worse. I had the belief if I took any medication it would make me die.
For years, it's been a wish of mine to go to Italy with a friend. It hit me that I'd never be able to go the way I was. I couldn't fly from Austin to Houston without having a panic attack, how was I going to fly to Europe.
I can speak from personal experience that being on an AD has in no way decreased my passion for life. In fact, it's increased it because now I'm able to go out and meet the world. It hasn't made me any more or less happy than before, it has just allowed me to be me.
I suppose it you wanted your chemicals measured before and after you could get it done, but once you start feeling like the person you were always meant to be, it doesn't seem that important, because you're too busy enjoying life.
I'm not going to tell you not to be scared, but boy do I understand that.