'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Not saying anything about pills specifically, Seska. I hope you didn't think that.
No, not at all. I was just reminded of one my two bugbears. (The other one: people who think part-time wheelchair users should dump their chairs and just 'try harder' to keep stumbling around until they collapse. 'Cause life lived entirely from bed is just so much fun.)
It doesn't have to be an either-or, unless money or neurochemistry rules out one or the other.
Yeah, that's my view too.
Many purely physical illnesses are also treated with a combination of drugs and therapy. Talking therapy is just stretching exercises for your brain.
I should probably find a new therapist. I have noticed some difference for the worse since I stopped going to mine, but I also felt like I was going around in circles accomplishing nothing. Talk therapy really did help me when I first started though. ADs have become less effective for me recently, but I won't knock them. They may not be for everybody, but they probably saved my life.
Costco already has it's xmas decs out. Including a 5 foot tall polar bear made out of white wire and fairy lights. I just stood there, jaw agape, wondering at the possibly implication of having a Polar Bear in one's front lawn for months. Like, before Halloween.
ION, that polar bear link? At top volume? My cats did not even open their eyes. I wish i could nape that soundly! Or perhaps they are just immune to Kenny Loggins and polar bear roars. Lucky kitties.
wanders into thread laughing hysterically
Sooo, my recruiter emailed me today with a job lead! A tech editing contract gig ... that pays about 2/3 of what I made ... as a contractor ON THE TEAM THAT I WAS LAID OFF FROM. Ahahahahaaha. I guess management is starting to realize that gosh, maybe those "extra" editors were needed?
rocks back and forth, because if I don't laugh, I'll cry
Polar bear, man. Polar bear.
Much hugs and sympathy to everyone who wants or needs them. Me, I'm going to have some more tea, and try to stop laughing.
t shoves chocolate through the interwebs to Jilli
Oh, Jilli, that's priceless.
::shoves more chocolate through the interwebs to Jilli::
Clovis needs to deal with them.
Now.
t passes Jilli a cuppa
And just tossing in my $.02 on pharmacueticals for depression. My father, my sister, and I are all on the same antidepressant, and each of us arrived at that with different doctors, without consulting each other. I discovered this on my last visit with Dad as we discussed all the drugs we'd been on, and how both of us had the exact same reactions to all the usual suspects. This after many years (9 in my case) of treatment before arriving on a drug that functionally treated my depression without leaving me with severe side effects. Had i brought up the subject a few years earlier, i could have possibly spared myself years of nasty side effects based on Dad's reactions.
Sure, sometimes depression is environmental. Imma gonna go out on a limb and say that it can also be an inherited chemical imbalance, just based on my own personal experience. Not that i'm a Dr or anything ;P