Do You Believe in a Quick Fix for Rising out of Depression?
I did until the psychiatrist said it can happen again
Back Story
I had been suffering with recurring flu for six months and the doctor referred me to a psychiatrist as she thought depression was the cause.
I met with the psychiatrist who prescribed a course of anti-depressants.
Nothing else. No therapy. No counseling.
A brief in and out with a follow-up appointment to repeat the prescription if I wasn’t “cured”.
This was a first for me.
I knew nothing about mental illness, apart from my childhood experiences with my mother, and felt ashamed.
I can forgive myself for believing then that the pills could fix me. That false belief had the desired placebo effect as I no longer had flu.
My, how ignorant I was.
Three months passed. Three visits and three repeat prescriptions.
On my fourth visit, when the psychiatrist said I needed no more anti-depressants, my joy was boundless.
“I’m cured!” I thought, still no wiser about clinical depression.
