I can’t remember if Bill Bixby (who I knew as Tim O’hara in “My Favorite Martian” when I was growing up) died a suicide, or drank and drugged himself to death, or just happened to die young after having a particularly tragic life, but back when I was relatively happy and carefree, and wondering what happened to him, I read about the last few years of his life, and about the pain and guilt he had to live with. He lost someone in his custody, who was dependent on him, because he made a mistake. Even if the mistake was letting someone else have custody for the weekend, I don’t think that was any comfort to him. When you lose someone because of mistakes you made, it doesn’t make any difference that you didn’t see them at the time. You know you should have.
If a pill could make that pain go away, you wouldn’t be any better for taking it–you’d be worse.
You’d be less feeling and less human.
Unless they had a client who had no real reason to be depressed, I don’t think a competent psychiatrist would leap to the conclusion that their depression was caused by some chemical imbalance in the brain.
And unless there was such an imbalance, I believe it would be wrong to try and alter the brain chemistry just to make the patient feel better.
As to having no reason to be depressed, the only licensed cousellor I’ve spoken to (a family member whose familiar with details you’re not, and who was here for part of what happened) suggested that I’m suffering from post traumatic stress disorder.
I regret trying antidepresants because I wanted to feel better (and because of the advise given me by unlicensed practioners), and my doctor seems to agree it was unecessary.
Maybe it would have been better if I’d been able to agree to hospice, but I hated the word.
I couldn’t agree to that, and maybe that’s just another mistake I made.
I thank you for those words of comfort.
And I thank you for actually addressing some of my questions in your other post.
I’d like to address some of the things you said there, but dad and I have been out most of the day, I’m tired, and I’ll have to get to it later.