Agrippina wrote:talkietoaster, sorry I've only just come to this thread now.I feel for you. Depression has ruled me for most of my adult life, and finally when I lost all control over the overwhelming responsibilities I had in 2002, I actually did take an overdose. Luckily my family were around and they forced me to vomit the pills up before taking me to a doctor. My DH took a day off work to make sure that I saw a doctor and a therapist, and with the help of prozac and some conscious changing of my life, I recovered.
Then in 2011, as most people here are aware, I had a huge financial loss that caused me to go off the deep end again. Again my DH wanted me to seek help but I was too far into my self-loathing to want to look for it, so I spent almost a year just sitting in front of the TV, stuffing my face with food and refusing to even go to the shops to buy the food I wanted to eat. I just kept looking for fights with my family, knowing that I was doing this deliberately as a self-fulfilling proof that I wasn't even worthy of having the love of my family. Then my life changed, and we moved to our new house, I took control of my eating, weight and attitude at the end of last year, and am now not only no more on anti-depressants but also coming off all my other medication as well.
My point in telling the story is that there is help out there. Get it, talk about it, take the medication but be careful, as you've been told some of them can make you experience suicide ideation, but as Fallible as said, see a therapist.
I have to say this again, but the friendship and support I got from my Ratskep friends played a huge part in my recovery.
Thank you for your post,

I am finding this thread very useful in expressing and giving perspective on my situation.
Just to let you know, I am taking the medication without a problem and will be recieving counselling soon enough.
