Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 4:58 am
Hi,
I just wanted to share my experience to see if any one can relate. Last week I worked my self into a state of panic over my recent experiences with depression. I got so scared about being sad that I felt I needed to get help right away. I could not find a therapist or doctor to see me for a couple of weeks so I went to the emergency room out of desperation. The emergency room doctor and social worker then refered me to an outpatient therapy group. I was excited about it because I thought it might be kind of like the groups in Lucinda's program, but it wasn't. I went for two days and it really freaked me out. The people there were way worse off than me and it scared me to see that. Everyone was so drugged and had major issues. They had all just been released from hospitals. It was a hodge podge of people sulking around and wallowing in there misery. The counselors tried to lead helpful exercizes, but everyone was so negative and it was not productive. I was just looking for a group of people with similar experiences to me with anxiety. I can function, though it seems impossible at times, I just need some help with coping skills and positive encouragement.
So, I decided not to go back today and I booked an appointment with a regular therapist for tomorrow. I guess I went to extremes thinking I was a lot worse off then I really am. They gave me a prescription for Prozac while I was there too. I am a little scared about taking it, but I thought maybe I should try it. I am just really worried about the side affects.
I know this story is long and kind of scattered, but I just wanted to share it. Let it be a lesson to those of us who think we are in the worst possible situation. Often it isn't as bad as it seems. As I learned this week, you could be much worse off and should be thankful for all that you have.
I just wanted to share my experience to see if any one can relate. Last week I worked my self into a state of panic over my recent experiences with depression. I got so scared about being sad that I felt I needed to get help right away. I could not find a therapist or doctor to see me for a couple of weeks so I went to the emergency room out of desperation. The emergency room doctor and social worker then refered me to an outpatient therapy group. I was excited about it because I thought it might be kind of like the groups in Lucinda's program, but it wasn't. I went for two days and it really freaked me out. The people there were way worse off than me and it scared me to see that. Everyone was so drugged and had major issues. They had all just been released from hospitals. It was a hodge podge of people sulking around and wallowing in there misery. The counselors tried to lead helpful exercizes, but everyone was so negative and it was not productive. I was just looking for a group of people with similar experiences to me with anxiety. I can function, though it seems impossible at times, I just need some help with coping skills and positive encouragement.
So, I decided not to go back today and I booked an appointment with a regular therapist for tomorrow. I guess I went to extremes thinking I was a lot worse off then I really am. They gave me a prescription for Prozac while I was there too. I am a little scared about taking it, but I thought maybe I should try it. I am just really worried about the side affects.
I know this story is long and kind of scattered, but I just wanted to share it. Let it be a lesson to those of us who think we are in the worst possible situation. Often it isn't as bad as it seems. As I learned this week, you could be much worse off and should be thankful for all that you have.