posted on Jun, 12 2004 @ 02:00 PM
About five years ago, I gave in and sought help at a mental health facility. I had put it off for a long time, because of the "stigma" that is
sometimes placed on people who go to psychiatrists. I knew deep down what was wrong with me (ADHD) and I wanted help. Even though I had all the
symptoms of the disorder, The doctor diagnosed me with depression.
He then precribes prozac, which I knew nothing about. After taking it for awhile, the depression that he diagnosed, became a reality. I did not want
to get out of bed, nothing mattered any more. After dealing with it for a while, I'd finally had enough and made another appointment to see him.
To make a long story short, over a period of time he changed my type of medication several times. I can't remember what all they were, but the last
straw for me was when he prescribed Lithium for me. That's when it really hit the fan. I didn't want to be around anyone, I displayed alot of anger,
which I didn't realize until a good friend pointed it out to me. I decided that I wasn't going to take it anymore, called the doc, and was told that
I couldn't "just stop taking it" like that. Well, I did stop and I never went back there.
I eventually went to another doctor at a different place, got a proper diagnosis and the right medication. I know from experience that depression is a
devastating illness, and anyone who has been through it, or deals with it on a daily basis, can tell you that karma dosen't always help.