I was there.
That uncomfortable moment
when someone for the good of an 'antidepressant'-user asks me to share my story
about quitting my anti's and when eternal happiness was found.
I was a non believer when
it came to anti's.
I thought they were for
attention seeking needy self centred people who were weak. (maybe they are, but
I now proudly add myself to this group)
After finding myself
longing more for death than for life I started anti's. They took the edge of my
deep 'sadness' - read depression.
I used for 6 months. Anti's stopped me feeling more or less anything. Anti's saved my life.
Since I learned that
modern medicine was for real and I am pretty sure prolonged my life by some
time I consulted a doctor and slowly weaned myself of the good stuff.
It worked for me. I have
been off anti's for more than a year and I am alright.
My fear with sharing my
recovery story is that people make it into dogma. Not into my way, but into THE
way.
I come from a back ground
were testimony - life changing stories - are adored. Telling them became a
subtle art of the right pauses and exclamation marks. Real - or near real -
drama. Lived but polished. Real but storyfied maybe gloryfied.
Don't let other peoples
stories determine your story. My story is plain and boring. It works for now.
Yours is yours to live and
try.
Your time, your rhythm,
your story
