I’m not well. I feel fundamentally flawed. Like this world expects more of me than I can give. That in order to fit in and survive, I need to change myself, to alter the very thing that makes me, me.

Medication…

That poem is the sum output of my day’s experiences. That, as well as this post.

There is no point to this post, other than to chronicle my feelings, namely, just how pointless everything feels….

Each time that I was close to following through, one thought kept coming to mind. It was so poignant that I couldn’t shake it: before making a permanent decision, give yourself the chance to try before you die - try everything you’ve ever dreamed of - you might just find a reason to stay.

Despite being great at keeping me alive antidepressants are certainly not ideal. Antidepressants are one of the most commonly prescribed treatments for depression, but how effective are they, and what should you consider before taking them? Do antidepressants make you emotionless too? And what are some alternative treatments for depression?