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		<title>By: charity</title>
		<link>http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/2007/12/27/769/comment-page-1/#comment-157</link>
		<dc:creator>charity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:53:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Omg. I just want to cry. I remember feeling this way. I went through postpartum, and I had never felt so low in my entire life. Compared to now, it was like I entered another dimension of reality. Its kind of fuzzy to remember, I guess I dont like the pain of remembering. But I had at one time made a suicide pact with my lil sis, that before we tried to &quot;off&quot; ourselves we would search to the ends of the world for happiness. I am now five years past the depression, but what kept me in it for so long was my fear of leaving my child to go to the hospital. I got to the point that one way or another I was terrified I would leave my child anyway, and leaving to get better was better than leaving to die. Their was nothing other than the extreme ( a trip to the hospital) to grip me and pull me out of it. My best friend didn&#039;t even recognize me when I came out...a lot of people didn&#039;t, because I was happy. It wasn&#039;t an &quot;immediate save&quot; but life slowly became more bearable, and then very suddenly one day shortly after my hospital stay the pain stopped. I was only in for a week (because I was voluntary I could go home whenever I wanted to ) and then I did outpatient hospitalization (which was basically a day long therapy group session) and it changed my life dramatically. I see soooo many similarities, between my story and yours. I, like you, dwelt in existentialism. Now I know NOT to do that unless I feel emotionally &quot;ok&quot;. Whatever you need to do to get help, DO IT. Because anything would be better than killing yourself, and leaving your babies to raise themselves. Don&#039;t give up before you have given life a fair chance, and don&#039;t quit until you start to see color again. I know it sounds strange but it really is like existing in two worlds. You CAN get back to the reality of &quot;good&quot; but you have to take that first step to save yourself. Be your own savior.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Omg. I just want to cry. I remember feeling this way. I went through postpartum, and I had never felt so low in my entire life. Compared to now, it was like I entered another dimension of reality. Its kind of fuzzy to remember, I guess I dont like the pain of remembering. But I had at one time made a suicide pact with my lil sis, that before we tried to &#8220;off&#8221; ourselves we would search to the ends of the world for happiness. I am now five years past the depression, but what kept me in it for so long was my fear of leaving my child to go to the hospital. I got to the point that one way or another I was terrified I would leave my child anyway, and leaving to get better was better than leaving to die. Their was nothing other than the extreme ( a trip to the hospital) to grip me and pull me out of it. My best friend didn&#8217;t even recognize me when I came out&#8230;a lot of people didn&#8217;t, because I was happy. It wasn&#8217;t an &#8220;immediate save&#8221; but life slowly became more bearable, and then very suddenly one day shortly after my hospital stay the pain stopped. I was only in for a week (because I was voluntary I could go home whenever I wanted to ) and then I did outpatient hospitalization (which was basically a day long therapy group session) and it changed my life dramatically. I see soooo many similarities, between my story and yours. I, like you, dwelt in existentialism. Now I know NOT to do that unless I feel emotionally &#8220;ok&#8221;. Whatever you need to do to get help, DO IT. Because anything would be better than killing yourself, and leaving your babies to raise themselves. Don&#8217;t give up before you have given life a fair chance, and don&#8217;t quit until you start to see color again. I know it sounds strange but it really is like existing in two worlds. You CAN get back to the reality of &#8220;good&#8221; but you have to take that first step to save yourself. Be your own savior.</p>
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		<title>By: Marc</title>
		<link>http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/2007/12/27/769/comment-page-1/#comment-42</link>
		<dc:creator>Marc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I believe that I am uniquely qualified to ask what I have asked.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am a retired clinical psychologist who has suffered from a half-century of severe chronic depression, that included a frank suicide attempt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It took me decades to find the medication that worked with MY particular neurochemistry.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have been depression-free for 17 years; withstanding divorce, physical disability with chronic pain, and the death of my only child from an overdose of MY   painkillers.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I believe that I am uniquely qualified to ask what I have asked.</p>
<p>I am a retired clinical psychologist who has suffered from a half-century of severe chronic depression, that included a frank suicide attempt.</p>
<p>It took me decades to find the medication that worked with MY particular neurochemistry.</p>
<p>I have been depression-free for 17 years; withstanding divorce, physical disability with chronic pain, and the death of my only child from an overdose of MY   painkillers.</p>
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		<title>By: Marc</title>
		<link>http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/2007/12/27/769/comment-page-1/#comment-41</link>
		<dc:creator>Marc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I trust that you will not take offense, so I will ask:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have you tried the NEWER  anti-depressant drugs?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have you given each anti-depressant the 4 - 6 weeks that they need to do their job ?   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Was your dosage adjusted toward the maximum allowable when results were insufficient ?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I trust that you will not take offense, so I will ask:</p>
<p>Have you tried the NEWER  anti-depressant drugs?</p>
<p>Have you given each anti-depressant the 4 &#8211; 6 weeks that they need to do their job ?   </p>
<p>Was your dosage adjusted toward the maximum allowable when results were insufficient ?</p>
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