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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
shoujocowboy
brasslips

idk, I think 90% of people wouldn’t need antidepressants/antipsychotics, etc. if they just stopped, breathed, and reevaluated their life

I got over all that shit… life feels so much better when you don’t depend on anything but yourself for contentedness

and I’d rather just not risk my physical health for the “stability” (if you count being a total zombie “stable”) of my mental health, sorry

rolauren

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tinsnip

This kind of thinking puts lives at risk.

It’s marvelous that you were able to regulate your own mental state by just “getting over it.” And stopping, breathing, and re-evaluating your life are hugely important, and should not be neglected. They’re all part of self-care.

But to put the idea out there that medications targeted for mental health will turn one into a “zombie”? That “stability” means being a zombie? That mental health medications put one’s “physical health” at risk?

It’s sad, and untrue. There are medications that carry risks, that’s a known thing. But suicide trumps all. I don’t care if my cholesterol goes up long-term if I’d otherwise have been dead years ago due to depression, anxiety, schizophrenia…

And even for those who aren’t suicidal, quality of life is more important than possible long-term effects. Should we be aware of them? Yes. Should we be educated consumers of medication? Yes. But ye gods, we should also be able to live our lives just like anybody else, with a chance to smile and eat and make love and find some kind of contentment.

To say that 90% of people with mental health issues, in essence, just aren’t trying hard enough to be happy… And to sling guilt at those who’ve achieved a stable situation with the help of medication…

That makes me feel terribly sad.

My own struggles with anxiety are much better these days. But when things were really bad, I meditated. I exercised. I left my horribly stressful work situation. I read books. I smelled the roses. And I still thought, every day, about how easy it would be to kill myself.

SSRI therapy saved my life. I’m not a zombie. I’m a happy, functioning person.

Please consider these things, and that your own situation may not apply to everyone else.

Thanks.

anxiety depression tinsnip rambles sorry guys don't mean to howl on tumblr but this kind of thinking is so rampant and so stigmatizing and this kind of stigmatization is something i'd very much like to see end