Last year I started Lexapro to fight the crippling anxiety. I don't know if it was placebo effect or luck, but it made an immediate difference. However--and without medical consultation--I decided that I didn't want to trust my coping mechanisms to chemicals and tapered myself off the Lexapro. No side effects that I've noticed, and the anxiety doesn't come on nearly as strong any more. Maybe my brain chemistry needed a little "this is how it's supposed to function, remember?" time.

Yeah, I'm on the Lexapro. My doctor explained it in much the same way, that it's a matter of my brain remembering how to do the chemistry thing properly. I tried going off it a little while ago, and I wasn't quite ready. I'll probably leave it until next year at this point.

Somehow, that's the funniest part. I mean, what do you say to the doctor, "I think I'm okay, but my invisible friends insisted, so I'm here to get my cat bites checked"?

Absolutely! Bonus points for working "the lurkers support me in email" in there.

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Really, Sophia, you don't have to mention that we're invisible, just that your friends kept pestering you until you finally gave up and came in. If you go soon, you can omit the finally part!

I used to think that ADs were overprescribed. Perhaps they are, but frankly I know a lot of people on ADs, and very few who don't really need them.

I have a friend who committed suicide early this month. I wish so much that he had taken ADs. Perhaps then he would have believed at least some of the many people who told him what a wonderful person he was.

When I was suffering from depression, one thing that helped me was the Christine Lavin song, "As bad as it gets." The thought that things were horrible but would get better made such a difference for me.

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I resent being called crazy for wanting the pain to stop.

I agree with you, Allyson. However, I didn't think the slight was intended when I read it.

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Fortunately, most of you are all messed up on Fernet all the time.

We went from messed up on Fernet, or its equivalent, to messed up on Nyquil, or its equivalent. It's the Circle of Drunk Kissage.

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that's bound to make your brain go "Oh HELL no, bitch! I am SO not coping with this!"

Can I use that line with my team leader?

My doctor explained it in much the same way, that it's a matter of my brain remembering how to do the chemistry thing properly

Oh, cool, my doc didn't give me a how, just said "This'll help."

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Okay, coming just a little late to the suicide conversation, but I wanted to get a little bit in. I had one friend commit suicide. I was a pretty grizzly and messy way to go, and it upset me and made me very angry.

I guess some part of me sees some validity in the "supporting a person's decision to check out," but really? No. That's really just about the most hurtful thing to do to your surviving loved ones.

I don't want to get up on a soap box myself, because just from the opinions already expressed here, I can see where this conversation could get overheated quickly, but whatever intellectual justifications there may be for supporting someone's suicide decision, that not a position I can actually get behind.

And I've even had suicidal thoughts from time to time myself.

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That's really just about the most hurtful thing to do to your surviving loved ones.

I'd think that in some situations, the person in question can't believe they'd hurt anyone by checking out. And in others, that their pain was so overwhelming that any other hurts to other people paled in comparison.

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rain has stopped. I am pretty sure something nearby got hit with lightening back in the thick of the storm.

Just now a plane flew over, totally lower than normal. LGA must have changed the flight path tonight. Joy.

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I get the feeling people are talking about suicide as a thoughout decision. And I can see cases where maybe it is. But I think mostly it is a response to intense physical or mental pain where you are just going "oh god, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop". And you may be aware of other things besides the pain, but they are all far away and unimportant, and you are scared of dying but just want to make in all freakin go away. And the people who don't go that far - who ask for help before they get to the actual committing suicide stage or make likely to fail attempts - my guess is that they were strong enough or lucky enough to be able to see something past the pain.

There are bound to be exceptions, but I expect they are rarer than you might think.

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My cable went out for a bit after the loudest crack of thunder a while ago.

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