I went on ADs when my father died. NOT to "deaden the pain" but so I could function.
I had 2 small kids and a new job. My DEPRESSION kept me from concentrating, kept me from being able to lovingly interact with my kids and kept me from enjoying life. I could not sleep well either. Too many nightmares.
The ADs' helped me realize that although my father had died, I did not have to feel responsible for it, everyday. I did not have to say "well since he died I SHOULD feel crappy", on a daily basis. It did not make me "happy" that he had died.
But I was able to appreciate music on my way to work, tap to the tunes again get a decent nights sleep...
AND I could concentrate enough to play a game with my kids, HEAR what the trainer at my new job was telling me, and remember it an hour later, and basically to FUNCTION better. Depression was interfering with my functioning, absolutely.
These are not narcotics that deaden pain or confuse us.
They help us when our depression is too much and makes us start "looping around with our depression, not able to take an exit ramp".
That's how I'd describe it. After about 6 months, I weaned off over a period of 3 weeks and was pretty much fine.
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