Mental Health

I saw a therapist for many years following a neurological diagnosis when I was young. It helped cope with all the expected problems, taught me ways to manage & control. Plus once I settled on the *right* therapist & style, I really opened up and that was a good thing, no matter how much I wanted to resist. I don't see that doctor anymore, but I still think of him fondly.

Also recently I saw a grief counselor after the death of mother about a year ago. Only been 4 times, started around the holidays. I go with my sister, we're seeing a family grief counselor. She's ok I guess.
 
*raises hand*

The therapy was waaay back in my childhood, about 30 years ago. I've never been formally diagnosed with depression (just a couple of quick Q&A sessions with trained counsellors) but I suspect that I have a very mild form. Perhaps some social issues that may indicate something else.

My comment might be a bit confusing because it's something I just can't put into words.
 
Point of clarification, just because I never found meds that worked for me... I'm well aware of and fully appreciate that there are meds out there that do help other folks. Whatever helps people find their inner equilibrium safely :heart:
 
speaking of,and sympathizing immensley
wnile dedicating my working life to prople with such health afflictions amongst others,untraned/non proffessional
and being moderately successful in a 'hands on way'i freely admit
am a firm believer that some of us are destined to fulfil our lives witth what destiny provides us

irony is
had a major choking episode just 12 houts ago
my Dr has warned that my main problem with my afflicton is swallowing and eventually not being able to speak

so
small comfort,but i do feel a lot for those of you expressing your condition
some,a lifetime,mine,in latter life
 
Used to see a counselor many, many years ago but didn't find it particularly helpful. I take meds for depression myself, which keeps it under control. Thankfully, zero side effects.

Battle very, VERY hard with self-esteem problems and dysmorphia at times. But staying afloat, for the most part. :D
 
related
maybe of interest to some

SCIENCE
A Waste of 1,000 Research Papers
Decades of early research on the genetics of depression were built on nonexistent foundations. How did that happen?

Depression gene’ research built on sand
A large study that found no evidence of a ‘depression gene’ is bolstering long-running doubts about the foundation of thousands of psychiatric-genetics papers. Using huge data sets, researchers analysed 18 candidate genes that have been most commonly linked to depression, and found no evidence that any of the genes influenced depression risk. “This should be a real cautionary tale,” says psychiatric geneticist Matthew Keller. “How on Earth could we have spent 20 years and hundreds of millions of dollars studying pure noise?”

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The Atlantic | 8 min read
Reference: The American Journal of Psychiatry paper

A Waste of 1,000 Research Papers
 
Over the past 15 years I've been on enough different SSRIs and ADD meds that I felt like a friggin' pharmacy lab.
It started with counseling. I went to three (?) sessions. I just didn't like it and told her that I was working really hard to not have to see her any more. Nothing personal, mind you. She suggested I go to my family doc for an Rx for anxiety. She also suggested that I might have ADD.

Anyway, I've spent the past month (?) tapering the SSRI. I went from 20mg to 5mg. No brain shivers so far. As for the ADD med--- without it life doesn't work as well. I just wish I'd have had it when I was TOS.
 
I talked to a counselor in the early 80's because I was dying from physical pain, and medical science didn't know what to do. I'd suffered sulfuric acid poisoning and was dying from it, and lack of sleep. It turns out a prescription nose spray combined with allergy injections saved my life.
He worked by day at MHMR, and at night had his own practice. I used to see him on evenings. He told me that what I'd endured was one of the worst cases of abuse he'd ever seen. He used the term "concentration camp" to refer to my life with my family. It resulted in a lot of health issues. He also told me that I was one of the most sane people he'd ever met.
It helped me just to talk about the pain, and get positive affirmation back about what happened. I even let him know about having been sexually abused by a coworker when I was too ill to fight them off. It had caused me confusion, and I was able to see the truth about it.
I've since had a TIA, and a head injury in a wreck. I live in severe unending pain. I am frustrated by my limitations, and the twisting of my body.
I now take something every morning that doesn't keep me from feeling any emotions but it keeps me from spiraling into despair. I am most grateful for it. Nobody ever guessed about the sadness I lived in day in and out. I always smiled and acted pleasant.
The body has over 100 thousand chemical reactions a second. It is 6 million a minute. It is 360 million an hour, and 8 billion 640 million chemical reactions in the body per 24 hr period. All it takes is something small to get off balance, and you've got tons of issues.
Be kind to yourself.
 
I talked to a counselor in the early 80's because I was dying from physical pain, and medical science didn't know what to do. I'd suffered sulfuric acid poisoning and was dying from it, and lack of sleep. It turns out a prescription nose spray combined with allergy injections saved my life.
He worked by day at MHMR, and at night had his own practice. I used to see him on evenings. He told me that what I'd endured was one of the worst cases of abuse he'd ever seen. He used the term "concentration camp" to refer to my life with my family. It resulted in a lot of health issues. He also told me that I was one of the most sane people he'd ever met.
It helped me just to talk about the pain, and get positive affirmation back about what happened. I even let him know about having been sexually abused by a coworker when I was too ill to fight them off. It had caused me confusion, and I was able to see the truth about it.
I've since had a TIA, and a head injury in a wreck. I live in severe unending pain. I am frustrated by my limitations, and the twisting of my body.
I now take something every morning that doesn't keep me from feeling any emotions but it keeps me from spiraling into despair. I am most grateful for it. Nobody ever guessed about the sadness I lived in day in and out. I always smiled and acted pleasant.
The body has over 100 thousand chemical reactions a second. It is 6 million a minute. It is 360 million an hour, and 8 billion 640 million chemical reactions in the body per 24 hr period. All it takes is something small to get off balance, and you've got tons of issues.
Be kind to yourself.

You've been through a meat grinder, that's for sure. Damn.

And sexually abused while ill and helpless.... whoever did that to you is the very definition of "lower than a snake's ballbag."
 
You've been through a meat grinder, that's for sure. Damn.

And sexually abused while ill and helpless.... whoever did that to you is the very definition of "lower than a snake's ballbag."
Thank you. I took comfort in knowing that at the end of his life he was at the mercy of others.
At least he just wanted my big one, and nothing else. I was just a giant walking penis to him. Small consolation but it kept it from being worse.
He lost the best friend he ever had by doing it. May his soul rest in hell.
 
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