Depression hurts... Cymbalta can help

OOh well maybe Cymbalta can't help but depression does hurt. What is it about life that we know we have all we need; love, family, health but we are not completely satisfied? That something maybe lacking, or not necessarily that, maybe a traumatic or stressful situation triggered it, or financial struggles is getting the best. But whatever the cause maybe, when is it time to reach into the medicine cabinet? When do you recognize that there is a problem and that you need help? Or when is a problem small enough that a pill isn't really necessary? In a generation where medications are constantly shoved down our throats and the pill knows it all, is it hard to figure these things out? I have seen friends instead of fixing the problem they just suppress it with a handful of Xanax. Guess what? once that wears out, the problem will still be there!!! It isn't going anywhere, and will not got anywhere until you make it go.

Why am I writing about this, you might wonder? I was talking to a very close friend of mine and the subject came up. We were both complaining about life, about how depressed we were, and how much she missed her old friend (me!) and how much I missed my old friend (her!). Before you even think anything, I do not take any medications, I have refused to, I try to fight my demons on my own, and I just hate the thought of taking anything. But I have come to the conclusion that depression can be physically debilitating, and that when you reach that point where you can no longer fight your demons it is time to get some help. I have days that I cannot even move off my couch to do the simplest day to day chores, I might start something and not finish it until the end of the day, I complain about my weight and yet do nothing about it, I find no motivation even when I have the most important things in my life standing right in front of me. I go to work, but that's about the only thing that I feel motivated enough to leave the house for. I tell myself maybe meditation can help, maybe in the quietness of my thoughts I can find the answer but I hardly ever stop thinking!! Sometimes I am yelling at myself in my thoughts, be quiet, stop for a second, it will come to you! But I am not patient enough for it to come to me. And NO I am not postpartum, I think I am way passsst that stage. I am still traumatized from an accident my daughter had 9 months ago. And although I tell myself things could have been worse, its hard to really believe that and it is hard to accept. So here I am, writing about this, hoping that if there is anyone else out there feeling the same you will know that it is time to get help. The answer may not be in a pill, but maybe just having the chance to tell some one how you feel, and releasing all that tension can be of help. Emptying the bottle that you have suppressed for so long may be the release to all that has been choking you, and you can finally see the beauty in life and all that loves you.

It's time to pick up the phone and taking the first step to getting better. Life is to wonderful to let it go right by you, take a deep breath and enjoy the tiny little things in life that no one else takes a chance to notice. If you can do that, then you will find that a little at a time you can come out of it stronger, because taking a pill will not make your problems go away it will only soften them. But in the end you will still have to deal with it.


'Til next time,


Lina
xoxo