silverorlead86

First of all, I do agree that in some people, depression is an illness and they do need to remain on medicaiton for the rest of thier lives. My father is one of those people. Plus he has aspergers syndrome, and is literally incapable of introspection. Depression in general as being like diabetes is debatable for me, though. Sometimes people are depressed for good reason; its a sign that something needs to change in thier life. In this case its not an illness so much as a symptom of a much bigger problem (i.e. marital issues, work-related issues, etc..). For them, taking medication may help, but it is not the end all solution. The meds can either help them pass through it, or help them to remain in denial. I agree with how you feel that people can't just "snap out of it" and that it is a physiological problem, but you also have to realize that it can also be a symptom, not the problem itself.

Congratulations on getting the job. Its tough out there, but you made it! One thing I have to add, not to pry, is why didn't your wife try get a job when you guys really needed the money? Has she ever even had a job? It sound to me like she should have supported you a little better instead of crying about it and making you feel worse.

I work as a nurse on an intermediate care unit, and I am in my 9th month of nursing. So far it has been great. A little on the stressfull side, but I love all of the things I am learning. Anyway, my grandpa passed away last June. We were really close, and he was like a father to me. I took care him for his last six months, and had to watch him suffer and slowly lose himself. He was once a proud and distinguished doctor, but as he got sicker, he was in constant pain due to his cancer, and he became incontinent. It was a really hard time for both of us. So far, no one has really reminded me of him. Until last week. I am so glad that I didn't have this poor man as my patient, but I went into his room briefly to help one of my co-workers change his diaper. He had bruises all over his face and body. He was struggling for air and in constant pain (just like my grandfather before he passed). Even the sight of him was sad. Well, then he grabbed my hand. He grabbed it very tightly, and looked at my eyes, and then said. "help me". It wasn't just what he said, but the way he said it. It was a mixture of agony and gasping for air. It was so upsetting I almost broke down and cried right there. He was dying, too. He was suffering and there was nothing I could do. His nurse said he was getting 50mcg of fentanyl every hour. He was going to hospice care the next day. It just broke my heart. I don't know what I am going to do if this happens again. It would be so unprofessional to just cry right there. Well just felt like sharing.

I take celexa once a day. It has worked wonders for me! I am normally not a proponet of using psychiatric medications to solve problems, but I realized after being depressed for two months that enough was enough and it is time to start living again! Needless to say I would reccomend seeing a qualified psychiatrist if you are having problems. The only side effects I have are yawning more than usual, insomnia if I take it too soon before bed, and taking longer in the bedroom for the fireworks.