I dunno. IDK When I was a social worker, I used to ask people if the drugs were really making them better . . . often they'd come to the decision that no, no the drugs weren't really helping. Many people said they did help, though. I think a lot of people get into the trap of trusting doctors/psychiatry and the idea that they will *eventually* find the right drugs, ones they can both tolerate and which alleviate the symptoms, but they never stop to think that they've tried nearly every drug and none of them work. Do you do other depression-releiving stuff? I personally think medicine has the wrong paradigm to deal with emotional distress, and things like diet/exercise, changing life circumstances, dealing with relationships, productive activities, etc. help more.

I imagine it's more a part of life, actually. Especially life as a young adult I know very few people our age who make fully thought-out decisions.

Well, not stupid, just scatty perhaps I hate picking outfits, too, whichi s why my whole wardrobe is black, grey and navy. I went super-wild and bought a deep red jumper the other day and now I just stare at it and wonder how I could possibly ever wear it. I would probably be a naturist if both the climate and my sense of modesty allowed it. (I digress . . . )

I have no idea. I am still obsessed about my weight even though I diet and exercise and am not actually overweight, just getting doughier. When I was on the drugs I was massive -- up to 25 stone. I was 20 stone when I quit the drugs and I lost ten stone in six months. Ten stone!! For a month or so at the beginning, it was like my body was raining. My pores just opened up and released a ton of . . . IDK . . . fluid. It was nasty and very painful and I couldn't stray too far from the bathtub (so I just slept in it).

I've heard a lot of theories about what causes the weight gain. Abnormal interactions in the stomach acid is a big one I've heard, and usually the recommendation is to take very powerful antacids. (Or just mainline Rennie if your doc won't give you a scrip??) Also I've heard about anti-inflammatory diets, which I was always too lazy to try but probably wouldn't hurt. Exercise never hurts and would probably help with the depression, too. I'm actually less hallucinatory when I'm running, and marathoning is sufficient punishment for even the most masochistic amongst us. :P

Also, dare I ask if you actually weigh an overweight amount?? Women are forced to obsess over what we weigh, but it's usually counterproductive.

Haha, yes, it would be great if everybody were happy. Imagine how many fewer wars we'd have! And we could bond over actual stuff beyond just how miserable we all are :P