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Originally Posted by Cissie_12
I'm here! I battle depression and am on wellbuterin. One thing I've noticed is after I'm on LC for a while the depression seems to slack way off! Two years ago while on LC (should have stayed on LC), I stopped taking my meds. and did just fine. I really believe what I eat effects me more than I ever realized.
Lots of compassion for everyone that suffers and I pray all of you see benefits from your new woe.
Cissie
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I have an appointment with my doctor next week for my depression. I'm hoping he'll go the wellbutrin route for several reasons - I know quite a few people that its worked for, including myself in the past - I used it to quit smoking before - but I didn't actually keep taking it long enough and started again a couple months after quitting - but I do remember that I didn't get in my "funks" when I was on it. I felt more rounded. This is the first time in my life that I have ever really felt depressed. Like to the point where I can't just drag myself out of it. I've had those downtimes before but it was just kicking my own butt and moving on that did it. Now I just don't even have the energy to think about it. I just feel like I'm on a downward spiral and its scary.
I never wanted to put myself in the position that my mother has put herself in. 300 lbs overweight, diabetes, high blood pressure, sleep apnea, depression, bleeding ulcers, chronic pancreatitis, her teeth rotting out of her face, and more - just because of how she eats. I'm so afraid of that. I've never had a suicidal thought - and I'm nowhere near that point - I can't imagine being there - this is scary enough- just feeling like not getting up and go to work, just wanting to lay in bed all day - yet all the while KNOWING that its not what I really want - that I want to get up, work out, eat a healthy breakfast, sing along with the radio on the way to work like I used to - work hard all day and come home and work out etc. I used to live such a full life. I used to feel empty if I didn't do all that. Now I feel like there's just no hope for me and that I'm just always going to be like this. It used to be that, if I ever said something was hopeless, I'd stop myself mid-sentence and change my ways immediately. I didn't do that this time - I couldn't for some reason. I just don't know why. That's the hardest part for me. yeah, I'm under a lot of stress - and I've got more excuses than a sophomore skipping school. I'm trying to at least stay on track food-wise for a while - exercise just doesn't seem to work for me these days. Right now I'm thinking about it - that I'll workout this evening an hour or so after dinner. But then that time comes and I'm too lethargic to move off the couch. I've resorted to eating when people aren't looking. To putting off my diet till the next day. To making excuses that the place that serves healthy food was too busy so I'll order pizza instead. I don't even like the pizza I ordered! Then I stuffed myself completely with it. I'm scared because its never been like this. I've always been able to pull myself out of the funk. Now its not a funk - its just how I feel all the time.
My 'girly problems' have also gotten worse. I know that part of it is due to me regaining weight and lack of exercise. The other part is just medically occuring - its what happens when you have endometriosis. The pain progresses. Could I do something to stave it off a bit? Perhaps. Getting my butt back in gear and eating right and working out would definitely help. Would it cure it? Nope. But it would probably keep me from being in so much pain that I vomit.
9 months ago, I moved 1300 miles from my family. Do I miss them? Sure! But I've lived away from them before - and I've done okay with that. I talk to them now more than I did when I lived near them. My job is stressful, house hunting is stressful. I'm living in the smallest house I've ever seen in my life right now. Seriously. Its so very very small, its nearly insane. Lemme put it to you this way. I actually have to move the garbage can into the other room so I can open my fridge or oven to do anything in there :P That puts a lot of stress on me because I do like my alone time. My husband had a horrible accident and ended up with a bleed on his brain - he's fine now but it scared the living daylights out of me. Again, my job is long hours and stressful. Not quite as stressful as my last job, but the hours are longer and I think the traffic on the drive home is more stressful than the job :P I just seem to run out of energy by the time I find time to work out.
Has anyone else experienced this? Where you've had the times where you've just kinda been down in the dumps - and you just pull yourself back with very little effort and then BLAM! You get blindsided by everything at once and you can't seem to even try? I just wonder if you have, what did you do to get yourself back on track and back living life instead of hating it...
Wow - I so got off track here - but I think I needed to vent a bit.