My depression got so bad that I had to get on meds. It was so bad I would liken it to a bad case of the flu which had no end. I contemplated suicide and the thoughts of evil in the world and humanity disturbed my emotions constantly. If it weren't for my kid, I'd be dead.
Now, I had tried the Bach Flower Remedies for some of the symptoms. And while they did work somewhat, I found that I had to self-administer them throughout the day. Like I have nothing else or better to do.... I will grant that natural remedies can work, and I'm sure that in the long run they are healthier. But give me pills or give me death. Gimme chemicals anyday. Just pop a pill in the morning and you feel better, and one at night to go sleepie-time.
Any one else feel the same? That chemical drugs are better than natural remedies?

It mostly depends on the indivudual's stance on drugs. Some people don't like the thought of messing with the natural chemistry of their bodies. The fact that they depend on meds is depressing in itself, and no anti-depressant can banish that knowledge. However, it can be argued that everything we put into our body, be it a pill or a sandwhich, affects our brain's chemistry. So not everyone is bothered by it. Whatever your stance is, I think that with pill-taking comes a tremendous sense of resignation to the fact that you are depressed. There are different types of happiness, and meds can't bring about happiness of the conscience.

I like how you compared depression to an ongoing flu btw.

Depression is a healing time. Your body is telling you. The question is how to discern what you are being told. Usually you are fighting the natural growth cycle. All the advice in the world is no good if one cannot , or does not want to see it. Change how you see the world and yourself. This is not possible without depression. The magnificent device: the body and pain. This assists the hidden true self which sends signals from the unconscious to the conscious.

How do we read the signals? It takes an existential crisis usually.
Why can I not be happy with what I have? Because I don't want to face what I have become. I fear change. I fear that I cannot accept my true self. I resist, therefore I get depressed because I want to world to validate my false self. Depression forces me to face my stagnation and to seek to find a new path of perceived lesser resistance, which is a change in perspective and self-motivating. Depression is your mind's adjustment period--the storm clouds before the new dawn of awakening. Drugs interfere with the long-tern effects your unconscious mind is seeking; keeping you on the same path you're on.


"Depression is a symptom of a resistance movement against one's true nature and Self"
~~carefulcarpenter

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I gave love; you gave me a thistle;
We shared tenderness; then you ran away;
I planted a rose; and you blossomed;
I had fresh hopes; tho' winter froze them solid

Ignoring the idiot above me, I have been on meds since the turn of the century. Only recently they suggested weaning me off them - so - there is a light at the end of the road because one day you will be able to function normally like you did when you were 5 years of age.

Personally, I think as children we are highly resilient to depression and other forms of social illness.

Remember those times - the times when you were normal - whatever that means - and always hold on to that you will return to that state again after the meds have gone away and done their work.

I'm an idiot, so tell me why you think so? I'd like your sincere view. Lay it on me, bro.

What is "normal"? Do you mean ignorant and fitting in nicely with the world?

Drugs--done their work? You mean they put your mind in a state of suspended animation until YOU did the work, right?

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"Tell me what you see; and I'll know where you are"
~~cc

I gave love; you gave me a thistle;
We shared tenderness; then you ran away;
I planted a rose; and you blossomed;
I had fresh hopes; tho' winter froze them solid