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to be honest i think majority of the time depression is just people's excuse for everything. people ask "whats wrong with him?" "oh he has depression." like it's some kind of disease. i think people with depression are weak, and pitiful excuses for human beings when they actually take meds for it. dont get me wrong a lot of people cant help it, but at the same time a lot of people can. everyone gets depressed at some point in their lives but most of them learn to deal with it.
There's many different kinds of depression. I can't blame you for having the opinion you have. When I was your age, I felt much the same way about it. The thing is... the 'depression' running around the halls of your school isn't the real thing in most cases. Sad but true, what a lot of doctors are diagnosing these days isn't depression - it's puberty.
xp Part of being a teenager is being moody and irritable and blowing everything out of proportion. That's not being depressed, it's being a normal teenager. However, there
is such a thing as serious depressions and nervous breakdowns. They are a completely different thing - and I pray you never have to go through one.
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what really irks me is when people tell me that they have depression because it "runs in the family" well screw your family. my mother told me that and she's the only one in my family that ever took meds.
It's a medical fact that the tendency towards depression is inherited. Again, I understand where you're coming from because you're surrounded by drama queens and kings claiming depression for attention's sake, but that doesn't mean the medical community as a whole is lying to you
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and the fact about most anti-depressants is this: they only make it worse, or they make you delusional depending on the person. my mom has tried several different meds and NONE of them work!!! i had a friend who's mother took anti-deprssants and tried to kill herself while on her meds. for some people it works but i think that it's more of a placebo effect than anything. it just sickens me to think that mankind made it all this way through battling gigantic tigers and hitting each other over the head with a club so they could mate with a woman just to be beaten down by this meager thing called depression. wtf?!
Oh, that's not true. People have been depressed all through time. It's just that back then, the ones sulking in the corner were being EATEN by the tiger while the others laughed. CaveEmos had very short life spans. It's true.
On the subject of meds, I agree that they're over-prescribed. However, in the cases of major depression and other mental disorders, they can be a life saver. I went on meds when I had a nervous breakdown a year ago - and found they also help my OCD. Huzzah. And so I've gone from being horribly against meds (much like you) to being happily medicated. Again, unless you've experienced OCD or a nervous breakdown yourself, you're never really going to understand why a person would need a medication to function. Just consider yourself lucky that you don't.
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and not to mention some people are too "depressed" to want to try to do anything about it. its like they WANT to be depressed. my guess is they like the attention. they end up in the hospital and everyone fawns over them and makes sure they're okay so they dont "do anything". its just psychological bullshit.
I agree with you there. Particularly among teenagers, depression is worn like a badge of honor. It's nothing to be proud of. It doesn't make someone special or different. It's like having diabetes. When was the last time you heard a diabetic person going, "I'm sooooooo diabetic...
emo "? Yeah, they don't... because that would be stupid.
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Problem: depression, why you are depressed.
Solution: stop thiking about it. go hang out with friends, read a funny book, take your dog to a park. dont have a dog? get one., groom your pet, watch comedy central, no eating shopping or drinking because then you'll become addicted to it and you'll either become fat, broke, or dead, and even more depressed.
its simple, just stop feeling sorry for yourself because you dont know the answers, and look in the back of the book.
Well, yeah... That works for some cases of simple teenage depression. Unfortunately, if a major one hits... you'll be so busy trying to get out of bed and pony up the energy to take a shower that walking the dog will be the least of your worries. Then you might wake up one day and decide that your Aunt contaminated your dog last week and now it needs to be quarantined in your bathroom, but then where will you do your business? And your friends never really liked you anyways... and your best friend's never really forgiven you for that rude thing you said in third grade, so maybe you ought to cry about it for four days straight. Sounds like a good idea.
In other words... When a major depression or nervous breakdown hits, you'll know it because you'll basically lose your mind. You just don't make sense anymore. There's no "cheer up and tough it out" because your brain can't even function at a high enough level to compute that. That's why it's called a nervous breakdown - a breakdown of mental function. My mother still tells me how one day, in the midst of my breakdown, I came up to her sobbing, a nervous wreck, because my sister touched the microwave oven. I didn't know how or why this was bad... I just knew that somehow it was horrible and totally worth crying about. There was no
deciding to be happy... I couldn't even decide to pour a glass of juice without sobbing because I was taking someone else's juice and what if the juice was contaminated and what's in that juice, anyways? I didn't know where it had been!!!
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Granted, I have OCD as well, so that made my depression worse and more nonsensical (I like to call it Amusing In The Aftermath). But still... Depression is very, very real. It's not what people are whining about in the halls of the local high school. It's a completely different beast - and it's something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
On the plus side, I wasn't eaten by a tiger.
