Hullo, thread! I've been lurking for a good while, figured I'd post and get used to talking.
Dysthymia: High
Bipolar Disorder: Extremely High
Cyclothymia: Very High
Seasonal Affective Disorder: High-Moderate
Postpartum Depression: N/A
I was initially resistant to the label, the meds, the long and short of it. But my friends asked if I was depressed. My family asked. My doctor asked. I said then that I avoided medication, which was true. What I didn't mention was that I was the last to ask, that I refused to consider the possibility. I went on my way, and absent of any outside cause, I went off to have one of the most hellish weeks I've ever experienced. Lost so much sleep in what I can only describe as my mind writhing like a cornered animal, my thoughts running off the rails into various states of panic and disorder, my internal thermometer racing and a deepening sense of exhaustion settling in. It was though as my entire body was rebelling against the conceit that I didn't need help, and a week of that state laid me so low that I no longer cared to hold onto my pride. I needed and need help. I've been on Cipralex for a little over a month now, and though there's bad moments, it seems to be smoothing things out comparatively. At this point I don't want to do without it. Change is funny.
Major Depression: High-Moderatehttp://depressedtest.com/
Is this test of any use at all? I got extremely high on cyclothymia :/
Dysthymia: High
Bipolar Disorder: Extremely High
Cyclothymia: Very High
Seasonal Affective Disorder: High-Moderate
Postpartum Depression: N/A
I was initially resistant to the label, the meds, the long and short of it. But my friends asked if I was depressed. My family asked. My doctor asked. I said then that I avoided medication, which was true. What I didn't mention was that I was the last to ask, that I refused to consider the possibility. I went on my way, and absent of any outside cause, I went off to have one of the most hellish weeks I've ever experienced. Lost so much sleep in what I can only describe as my mind writhing like a cornered animal, my thoughts running off the rails into various states of panic and disorder, my internal thermometer racing and a deepening sense of exhaustion settling in. It was though as my entire body was rebelling against the conceit that I didn't need help, and a week of that state laid me so low that I no longer cared to hold onto my pride. I needed and need help. I've been on Cipralex for a little over a month now, and though there's bad moments, it seems to be smoothing things out comparatively. At this point I don't want to do without it. Change is funny.