Posted by babak on August 18, 2003, at 19:05:25
In reply to Re: Ropinirole, perfection thru drugs » Ame Sans Vie, posted by River1924 on August 16, 2003, at 13:16:03
This is bull shit. I don't know what Ame is trying to do by being more normal.
When I am not depressed which is not often it is perfectly obvious. It is so definite that it feels as if some one has just turned the light on. Sure I like to get high and would take Viagra to distort my "natural" senses for some specific or none specific gain. But that has absolutely nothing to do with depression. This is what drives me mad about doctors and other people who have the same argument. I suggest you go back to your memories and you might find a memory where you were happy, in a state of grace. My favorite one is: When I was fifteen on a summer day I fell asleep under the shadow of a tree and woke up feeling alive. I was aware of all the stimuli around me and yet I was relaxed. I was there inside myself sitting comfortably with no tension. I have gone days feeling like but days are too long for a specific memory of a feeling or a state of mind. This is why I go back to memories which lasted minutes or hours rather than days.I remember I had the same feeling when I first started on Mirtazapine & Venelafaxine. I think it was on the fourth day of adding Mirtazapine, I woke up in the morning, taking my morning medication (Effexor), I felt like: Hey why am I not feeling the usual hangover like feeling of other days. Slowly I noticed my body straightening up, my face feeling relaxed and I remember very clearly that I said in a loud voice: "Shit I feel fine". This is after some nine years of unremitting depression.
Unfortunately it didn’t last more then six weeks. Sure in between I got angry, anxious, sad and all sorts, but I was not depressed.
So please don't let pdocs get it wrong. I am not talking about feeling good and groovey, I am talking about not being depressed about being alive.
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