BrianW
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The thing there is no simple solution because MH is very complex. I actually doubt doctors really understand it, at least not in the way they understand (say) a broken leg. A drug that works for me might be bloody useless to you, vice-versa. CBT may or may not work, same with counselling.
And the really scary thing is that depression never really goes away. It's always lurking in the background waiting to come back. One of my mates had his first attack in his 20s, and he still gets them in his 60s, though he has ways of handling it. My tale, when I think of it, is quite similar. I had a bad attack when I was about 23 - thanks to the stupid woman I was with at the time, who would have driven the most stable of men batty. Then I had a long respite until my 50s, when it first crept up on me (I was in denial) and then hit me like a ton of bricks and all but destroyed me as a functioning human.
So you have to be on constant alert, like a soldier on stag in a war. And if you get the slightest sniff of it, act! I have coping strategies that really help me. I find that tomorrow is almost always brighter. Sounds simple, I know, but sometimes you just have to write off a day or two. But it's taken me years to develop those strategies. My advice to anyone is that if you feel shit for more than a week, get medical advice. And persist. Do not let the buggers fob you off. See a different GP to normal if it helps. Ask to be referred. Whatever it takes.
And the really scary thing is that depression never really goes away. It's always lurking in the background waiting to come back. One of my mates had his first attack in his 20s, and he still gets them in his 60s, though he has ways of handling it. My tale, when I think of it, is quite similar. I had a bad attack when I was about 23 - thanks to the stupid woman I was with at the time, who would have driven the most stable of men batty. Then I had a long respite until my 50s, when it first crept up on me (I was in denial) and then hit me like a ton of bricks and all but destroyed me as a functioning human.
So you have to be on constant alert, like a soldier on stag in a war. And if you get the slightest sniff of it, act! I have coping strategies that really help me. I find that tomorrow is almost always brighter. Sounds simple, I know, but sometimes you just have to write off a day or two. But it's taken me years to develop those strategies. My advice to anyone is that if you feel shit for more than a week, get medical advice. And persist. Do not let the buggers fob you off. See a different GP to normal if it helps. Ask to be referred. Whatever it takes.