I’m depressed. I knew that before I ever knew the term. I had a hint of it when I was seven and my friends turned away uncomfortably when I talked about how great it would be to have never existed, as if existence was a question for the elementary school set.
I also have anxiety issues. Panic attacks. Dysthymia. Suicidal Ideation. Maybe a little PTSD. A touch of madness.
Much to the chagrin of everyone who knows I am in need of mental health support, I am currently off all medications. I do have a pretty long history of taking (and quitting) drugs for depression, though — here’s what I have taken (in alphabetical order):
- Abilify
- Celexa
- Clonazepam
- Cymbalta
- Effexor
- Lorazepam
- Paxil
- Prozac
- Serzone
- Wellbutrin
- Zoloft
I probably forgot some, but my list is somewhat restricted by my apparent need for drugs with low toxicity.
Or something.