I was talking with a family member the other day and grew increasingly concerned as he described his depression. He told me that he didn’t care if he lived another day or not. Part of the reason was side effects caused by his other medication and part of the reason was dealing with a history of depression.
He said that he had taken anti-depressants on and off for several years, but that he didn’t like to take too high of a dosage. I asked him why, and he said that he was concerned that they wouldn’t work or that the side effects would be too bad.
For reasons I’m not going to write about here, I’m having an extremely stressful couple of weeks. I always thought I handled stress well, but maybe not. A couple of weeks ago, I landed in the emergency room for the first time after having what I am hopeful was a panic attack.