| I've always been depressive and pessimistic person as far as I can remember. I've been looking at other people only to see how happy they are and how
content they with their life. They feel motivated, want something from life
and in generally think that being alive is alright, which I just couldn't
internalize no matter how hard I tried. Essentially, I've come to the conclusion that there _must_ be something wrong
with my neurotransmitters that I just can't be happy as fellow friends around
me. Many doctor appointments, many different prescriptions. Antidepressants did their job and I started to care less about what's going on,
but they didn't make me any happier. They just made me less miserable. On the
other side, I've started to see the world through some kind of fog, which
blocked most of my previous perception. My long-term memory started to
degradate. Now, after many years of taking various SSRIs I'm beginning to realize, that
there's nothing wrong with my brain. That's perhaps who I am, maybe either percepting more than many people around
or just more sensetive and therefore reacting stronger even on slightest
stimulus in a much stronger ways. I have opinions and thougts on a topics that
many do not even care about. So instead of supressing thoughts and emotions I must accept them as they are. |
Personally I would absolutely consider persistent misery, or experiencing extreme sadness over minor things, to be a clear proof that there is something wrong with my brain. Whether I treat that with therapy or medication, I think that is very much worth treating, and definitely not worth simply accepting.