This must be said. I had depression. And I am still liable. A wretched experience, where I decided, that I was worthless. Our society has no scruples in grinding you down and kicking when you are down. Then, if you are as lucky as me, you get to see your friends and family either ignore you, or even kick you further. You cannot be healthy, if your environment is toxic. I have seen people burnt down and there was no way they could get up, because the moment they were ready to go home, they were given over to toxic family members. So there I am, sitting in a doctors office and getting a prescription for an antidepressant. For how long? For six months as a start. Are they addictive? We are not going to worry about that now. Most people, that I saw, that took the meds were permanently on the meds and not better, but reduced in ability. But I got an ace up my sleeve. There was this Archdruid dude from whom I somehow, at that time got the notion, that „good magic is what makes you stronger, more capable“ and „black magic is what weakens and depraves you“, so I down right decided, that the whole institution was a garbage pit for humans run by black sorcerers. But I could not function. I used the meds, for 6 months. They really do numb the mind, and get you set at a neutral mood. But I also gained 10 kg and had some other side effects. I went trough the therapy that was provided. Then straight out, and used the period of clarity to apply myself at school and job. I went and joined a martial art club, and stuck to it. And 3 months later I showed my doctor a diary, that protokoled my experience over the last 4 weeks of getting of the meds. „I‘m out of the hole. Thank you, but I do not need them anymore.“ I went and finished my degree.
That is to say; thank you JMG. My life would not be the same without you.
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branchandroot
Re: The Stranger Side of Ketamine
Date: 2025-01-20 09:05 pm (UTC)A wretched experience, where I decided, that I was worthless. Our society has no scruples in grinding you down and kicking when you are down. Then, if you are as lucky as me, you get to see your friends and family either ignore you, or even kick you further. You cannot be healthy, if your environment is toxic. I have seen people burnt down and there was no way they could get up, because the moment they were ready to go home, they were given over to toxic family members.
So there I am, sitting in a doctors office and getting a prescription for an antidepressant.
For how long? For six months as a start. Are they addictive? We are not going to worry about that now.
Most people, that I saw, that took the meds were permanently on the meds and not better, but reduced in ability.
But I got an ace up my sleeve. There was this Archdruid dude from whom I somehow, at that time got the notion, that „good magic is what makes you stronger, more capable“ and „black magic is what weakens and depraves you“, so I down right decided, that the whole institution was a garbage pit for humans run by black sorcerers.
But I could not function.
I used the meds, for 6 months. They really do numb the mind, and get you set at a neutral mood. But I also gained 10 kg and had some other side effects. I went trough the therapy that was provided. Then straight out, and used the period of clarity to apply myself at school and job. I went and joined a martial art club, and stuck to it. And 3 months later I showed my doctor a diary, that protokoled my experience over the last 4 weeks of getting of the meds. „I‘m out of the hole. Thank you, but I do not need them anymore.“
I went and finished my degree.
That is to say; thank you JMG.
My life would not be the same without you.