I’ve been taking anti-depressants for a few months. Or meant to be taking them. I hate them, so I’m not very good at taking them regularly. When I do take them, I choke them down.
My back up therapist had a really nice analogy for the importance of taking anti-depressants.
She said it’s like having a sprained ankle. You go to the physiotherapist to fix the ankle, but the physio can’t actually do anything while the ankle is all swollen and bruised. You have to wait for the swelling to go down before the physio can treat it properly. If you continue to ski on the ankle, you just end up doing yourself more damage, making it harder for the physio to treat you … and potentially ending up in hospital needing a reconstruction or something.
Ok, the analogy might not be perfect, but it made sense to me. I’ve religiously taken the evil anti-depressants every day since. I guess from her perspective, whatever helps achieve this end is worth it.