Those of you who have been reading my blog regularly will know that I have been taking Prozac for dysthymia and anxiety. And you will know that I have been writing about my experience. It's been a while since I've done any rewriting, but I plan to do so when I get the energy to. I did take a quick glance at the story a day or two ago, but was it so far.
In the link above, the author says:
It’s not that I don’t want to be happy and healthy. It’s not that I enjoy being depressed. What I worry is that this round of drugs will actually make me so functional that nobody believes me when I say I’ve battled depression. I already feel like I have to justify my mental illness with a laundry list of symptoms—because, like I said, on paper my life looks great. I already bear the label of “high-functioning.” I’m not a real suicide risk, just this person who’s constantly unwilling to be alive, which means I’m not really one to worry over.
I'd say that that is a bit how I have been. I always get the impression that many will look at me and not believe I have any sort of depression. But that things aren't always what they appear to be and this is one such case. I've had some thoughts of self-harm, even though suicide has never been a big thought of mine. I've never gone though with these thoughts however. And I can still feel depressed, but less than I would feel before I began Prozac.
And I still have great bouts of anxiety whenever I have to wait for something to happen. I've been this way for as long as I can remember.
I'm glad I saw this post or I might not have known about today as #MentalHealthMonday. I wasn't told anything about it at work last week, so I don't know if other clients know about it either. But now I can tell them.