Back in college I went through a dark period of constant despair, suicidal thoughts, and even self-mutilation. A good friend urged me to seek treatment, and I reluctantly did.
I was diagnosed with major depression, took a medical leave of absence from school, and was treated with psychotherapy and medications for the next few years.
So when I read today’s NYTimes article “Who Are We? Coming of Age on Antidepressants”, which discusses the lack of information regarding the long-term effects of antidepressants, I naturally thought back to that period of my life.
I’ll be honest with you: those drugs were pretty dope.
I was on both Prozac and Welbutrin, and at one point I was maxed out on both doses. I have never done illegal drugs, but I like to think that this cocktail provided a sense of euphoria that must be similar to some of the weaker street substances.
An added bonus was that both drugs killed my appetite. This, along with the increased energy they provided, led me to shed pounds with no increased effort. I was at my thinnest while taking these drugs.
However, nothing is perfect and there were some cons that came a-knockin’ with these pills.
First, they killed my sex drive. Zero. Zip. Nilch. Nada. Not only did the desire diminish, the land down under would stay as dry as a desert.
Second, I would constantly wake up in the middle of the night. These weren’t peaceful, bleary-eyed wakeups either. Rather, my eyes would snap open and immediately my mind would flood with thoughts that refused to stay silent.
There also were the tremors. My hands would be prone to tremors that made me want to hide them at all times. These tremors were visible, constant reminders of my illness, of my weakness.
In the article the author mentions that many who have taken antidepressants for years become so dependent on them that their lives and core beings become altered. And this is the fourth and final reason I’ve decided to stop my meds: I was afraid to lose my passion.
During one of my many therapy sessions my psychologist recommended that I read a book called Touched with Fire. Written by Kay Redfield Jamison, the book examines the link between manic depression (otherwise known as bipolar disorder) and creativity. Although I wasn’t bipolar, she suggested that I, as an artist, may find solace in knowing that some of history’s most brilliant and creative minds also suffered from bouts of depression.
The book also brought up a point that sticks with me even to this day: many of the geniuses mentioned in the book would refuse to take medication and/or refused treatment for fear that their creativity would be hindered.
The Academy Award-winning movie A Beautiful Mind touches on this topic as well. In the movie, John Nash refuses to take his meds because they interfere with his way of thinking. In short, he is not able to do his work, his passion, while on his medication.
I confess that I haven’t been feeling my best as of late. In the past year or so, I have had episodes of pure despair and uncharacteristic tendencies. I have morbid thoughts and I retreat from friends and the outside world at large. I am scared, because I know these are signs of a possible relapse.
At the same time, I have never felt so alive. The intense downs contrast so beautifully with life in general that I cannot feel but feel inspired. I bang out tunes on the piano, many melodies from the deep corners of my soul. I write stories filled with details and embellishments that surprise even myself. And for the first time in years I want to start painting again.
As a textbook ISFP I have trouble opening myself to others. However, those who are close to me can attest that I am a very passionate person, and although this passion has gotten me in trouble many times over, it is one of the things I treasure the most about my personality.
This is precisely the reason I do not want to go back into therapy, or start taking antidepressants again.
Sure, I was generally happier while on the meds. And I may be doing something very stupid and very dangerous by refusing treatment. But the fact remains that they made me lose my passion. I needed…I need these downs, for without them my life would play in low contrast.
I need the melancholy that saturates life with the most vivid colors.
You are a very brave young woman. i often feel very down on myself, although I would never show it–I think my wife suspects something when she catches me berating myself…
Thank you for this post. I once wrote a post like this many years ago and received the most insensitive and unhelpful comments in return. I like that you are fearless and authentic in what you write. Keep on doing what you’re doing!
These drugs are generally onlytemporary for the first 2 episodes of depression. I noticed this is from 2008 – aside from the one major depressive episode that you mentioned the were probably more right? It is common for people with depression to have relapses over the years. Like I said the first 2 identified episodes should be treated to positive effect then medication can be gradually stopped. The current guidelines recommend lifelong prophylaxis with continual mediction. If you are experiencing depressive episodes and still not taking medication you are not helping yourself.
Also, bipolar patients are very different from depressive and major depressive patients. Drug therapy for bp patients OFTEN robs the manic episodes from during which they are more productive (as well as reckless, impulsive, irrational, and often complusively do things that are bad for them like gamble) but depressive patients do not have manic episodes. Depressed patients often produce nothing during the lows – no work, no sex, no love, no happiness – nothingness takes the place of where the happy goes. So worrying about losing your creativity should not be a problem UNLESS you are an undiagosed bipolar.
If you are depressed getthe meds.
The current guidelines recomend life long medication for depression starting with the treatment of the 3rd episode. (just to clarify).
Thanks. 🙂 Please note the date of this post, which was 2008.