The Shadow
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Some of you probably know that I get depressed from time to time. I've mentioned it before either when someone else posts about it or I just feel like whining about it. In any case, I've been depressive since I was a freshman in High School, I'm now 26 so that's about 14 years or so. I'm sick of it. I don't want to be miserable anymore so I decided to tell my doctor. I asked him about therapy.
He didn't refer me to anyone. He just prescribed Paxil and that was that. He asked me to call him in a week to tell him if it improved my mood. End of story right? Naw. Like an idiot I told my sister about what happened when she called this weekend. She proceeded to tell me how stupid I was for getting the prescription, told me that I should "Just get over it." and I hung up on her.
Like everything else, she told my mother everything and today she called asking if we could talk. I went over and she proceeds to scream and berate me because "You're so weak! How can you be so weak! Why can't you be normal like everyone else! I'll give you reason to take those pills. I'll show you what depression is!". Apparently she thinks that I'm going to be some druggie on the streets because of Paxil. The real irony is that I haven't even picked up the prescription yet. It's still sitting here on my desk.
So that's what happened on my weekend. I was depressed going in and now I'm damn near suicidal. Thanks Mom. Thanks Sis. You really know how to make me feel great about myself. I really can't take this anymore.
He didn't refer me to anyone. He just prescribed Paxil and that was that. He asked me to call him in a week to tell him if it improved my mood. End of story right? Naw. Like an idiot I told my sister about what happened when she called this weekend. She proceeded to tell me how stupid I was for getting the prescription, told me that I should "Just get over it." and I hung up on her.
Like everything else, she told my mother everything and today she called asking if we could talk. I went over and she proceeds to scream and berate me because "You're so weak! How can you be so weak! Why can't you be normal like everyone else! I'll give you reason to take those pills. I'll show you what depression is!". Apparently she thinks that I'm going to be some druggie on the streets because of Paxil. The real irony is that I haven't even picked up the prescription yet. It's still sitting here on my desk.
So that's what happened on my weekend. I was depressed going in and now I'm damn near suicidal. Thanks Mom. Thanks Sis. You really know how to make me feel great about myself. I really can't take this anymore.