Ever sense I've been trying to get my life back on track. My mental health has gotten alot better, and I've been getting in shape aswell. Though at times depression might hit me. I don't let it drag me down like before, and I just keep it pushing with a positive mindset.
I've been diagnosed commonly recurring MDD (Unipolar) and OCD for going on five years now. I've done countless anxiety helping pills, anti-depressants etc. and in the end I called it quits for prescribed meds, I didn't want to be someone on "happy pills" for the rest of their life and would rather take it on myself (and obviously friends and family support) to deal with it. I found seeing a counselor weekly to be way, way more helpful than pills ever were - especially considering pills made my OCD anxiety even worse along with the depression, whereas just talking it through with someone enabled me to start sleeping in my own bed again and not freak the fuck out over creasing the duvet.
The depression is what it is; I'd much rather the OCD fuck off, life can be very annoying when you need everything to be exact to the millimeter and the like.
When I was in first grade, some trouble in school led to my teacher telling my mom to take me to the doctor. The doctor said I probably had OCPD, but there was never any 'official' diagnosis. I match about 95% of the traits I've ever seen about OCPD (and my friends/parents have said the same thing when I've asked them about it), so I probably do have it, but, again, never any official diagnosis.
Reading about it, I'm sure it doesn't sound too bad, and they're more just a specific combination of personality traits than anything else.
I don't think they categorize this as a mental health condition, but rather neurological disorder, but I've been diagnosed with asperger syndrome. Not taking any medication or regularly seeing anybody about it, but I've got my job through a support program which pays my employer part of my wage due to my lessened abilities.
The more I go to the gym, the more I think I've got some form of body dysmorphia. Caught in a terrible positive feedback loop. I've packed on some pretty good gains, but they aren't enough. I don't think it's to an unhealthy level, but it's definitely a thing.
Fairly certain I've got a Napoleon complex, as well.
Everyone with a mental illness who thinks being on medicine is bad, should take a look people who suffer from type 1 diabetes. They have to take medicine for their entire lives to function, and they don't bitch about it. An illness is an illness, mental or physical. I have absolutely no sympathy for that, it's ridiculous.
I have been diagnosed with a mental health condition. I am NOT regularly seeing a mental health professional; I am NOT taking medication. DING DING.
I'm too busy for therapists and drugs made me gain weight so I stopped. When I was seeing therapists, my CBT guy said he'd never met anyone like me that he couldn't help me. I don't think I needed his help so that worked out fine. I did enjoy the company of a 'befriender' lady for a while, but I became too busy to continue with her. This was all during a period of my life when I felt something was wrong with me because I wasn't like anyone else, and did seek advice for it. Now I just embrace it and don't see it as a problem. That said, I don't reject the possibility that it could one day become a more severe problem. Then it may take me all the way to the bank, to the blood bank.
The way I see it, just being born and getting to experience consciousness is enough of a victory for one to die happy. If you think about every single thing that had to happen the way it did just so that you could be born... Like the universe itself, it's beyond our comprehension--yet truly awesome. I appreciate it to such an extent that everything else pales in comparison. Maybe that's part of why I am the way I am.
As cliche as it sounds, I think I'm the sanest person I know.
I'm not happy, sure. You might even call me "depressed". But considering the world we live in, where billions go hungry every day, corrupt and power-hungry politicians/businessmen/military-leaders rule the world, people joke amiably about rape/feces/suicide, and countless physical atrocities I don't even want to mention are committed everyday, being in a "2.5 out of 10 happiness" state seems like the absolute most rational response.
So forgive me if I think that people who are happy in this world (without being significantly naive or mislead in some way) are the ones who are truly "mentally ill".
I have anxiety issues and clinical depression as a result of a head injury I received in a 1994 car accident. I take medication (have been since 05) and lead a perfectly normal life. The way I look at it is that you would not tell someone with diabetes not to take insulin...I have a brain that can not regulate chemicals properly so I take medicine for it. I really hate the stigma that medication for mental health issues somehow turns you in to a zombie or is a sign of weakness...I have a loving long term relationship with an amazing woman and am finishing up my graduate studies (in which I achieved an 85 average)...if you are sick seek help and know that help is not a synonym for weak
@hitchenson: it is all about finding what works for you. When I started taking my medication my libido was nil for 2 months and I was constantly lethargic but not I have adjusted and lead a perfectly "normal" life. I do not support the phrase "happy pills" though as it is derisive and dismisses the legitimacy of mental illness as a tangible illness that can be medically treated. "happy pills" continues the narrative (one I find very troubling) of the societal perception of weakness in relation to those seeking medical help for their issues. People seeking help should be given the same dignity and respect as those with visible, tangible illness.
I've kind of lost most of my adult life so far to depression and some other issues, I'm regularly seeing a psychologist (though not as regularly as I'd like, but I'm thankful for what I get through the public health system anyway) and on medication. It helps, but I'm still severely limited by it and some other health issues. Sucks.
I'm glad I can still enjoy the shit out of videogames, at least.