I made an appointment with my doctor to discuss medication options for my depression. I was getting angry at the depression. This was NOT normal and I'd had enough. Enough of the crying, the mental games and torture I was doing to myself, putting myself down as if I were the most worthless piece of crap in the universe.
I really like this psychiatrist. He listened to me. That in of itself is priceless. Oddly (or not so oddly) enough he is also my son's current psychiatrist. Our first visit consisted of him asking me a million and one questions and I was fine with that. After that visit I agreed to an anti anxiety medicine but after using that a couple of weeks I realized the depression was not "going away" and I realized I am not helpless, I can ask for help, ask a respected, trusted professional for help. That realization was empowering, I started to get a little bit of that feeling of "me" back, it felt good.
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