I’m sure I have written these sentiments before, but I feel it is time to do it again.
I am the one that has struggled with depression for most of my adult life.
I don’t need you to tell me your rapid fire method depression cure. Exercise is not a wonder cure. I am happy if it is for you. I can tell you when I was younger and more physically active, I was very deeply depressed. Although my circumstances in those times were that I sometimes walked miles a day, there was no endorphin high. Even as a teen, the times that I likely got hours of hard exercise, I was probably depressed but didn’t recognize it as such.
Don’t tell me pills are harmful. You don’t know what is best for me. I’ll assume the risk.
Don’t tell me about your herbal remedy. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t. Herbal doesn’t mean safe. Herbal doesn’t mean our bodies clap and cheer when we ingest something natural, and recognize a pill as something as something inferior. After all, cocaine and heroin come from natural sources.
You think I am weak, and if I just put my mind to it, I could power through it. Well that approach has yet to work. Believe me I have tried many times.
For now I need the help a pill can give, something to boost me out of the fog and darkness. I am sorry if you don’t understand.