Well, knowing that I suffer from depression means different things to different people. My brother thinks I should be on anti-meds the rest of my life. Thanks to my mom's help and Michele, I've experimented with different things to figure out what I can do to ease symptoms. So...I think having a diagnosis can be a double-edged sword. Some people become limited in their solution search...the trick is to be more creative once you have the diagnoses.
On the other hand...I have this weird situation with my husband.
He STILL thinks he's the cause of my depression. I've told him everyway I know how that it's a chemical thing. He insists on blaming himself.
Finally, this past weekend, I said, ok, it's possible you are partly to blame for my depression. Here's how.
When I first began dating you, I saw that you ate sandwiches all the time. I saw how you ate and wanted to eat that way too!
All that bread is too much carbs for my system to handle. Now, when I stick to Atkins and limit my carbs, my depression goes completely away. So, if you are to blame for my depression, its for eating so many yummy sandwiches!
We talked about my thyroid problems and difficulty with weight loss. I hope he understands that he's not to blame. But if not..I'm hoping that living with me depression free will convince him!
