thanks mate same to you
the saga continues
Chapter 6 – Dr Pepper and Kevin Bridges
Many years ago, I spent a lot of time on the unemployment line. Looking for something to do with my days, I would do volunteering, college courses, whatever I could stumble across. In the volunteering especially I would meet with many people who had mental health difficulties.
At this point in my life, like most others probably, I had little insight or understanding of mental health. I would ask them about their condition and the details they gave me would boggle my tiny little mind. Like just about everyone on earth, I would think to myself that that would never happen to me
Many people said they had depression, and more often than not they were signed off sick and unable to work due to this. This always confused me. You can’t work because you’re depressed? This just sounded like an excuse to me. Suck it up bitch!!! My tax dollars are paying for you lazy fuckers. Oh the irony!!
One other thing that stuck in my mind was the horror stories these people would tell about their medication. There was all these hideous side effects like nausea, weight gain, hair loss, disturbed sleep, etc. etc. I would ask if it at least made them happy, and they would answer with something like “not really”. So why were you taking these meds in the first place you fuckwit?
So due to this, I was very reluctant to take any anti-depressants. Plus there was a couple of other factors. I didn’t see depression as an “illness” at this point, I just thought it was a state of mind. I didn’t see how medication would help at all. I have since looked this up and it’s all very complicated, but the gist is that they increase the serotonin levels in the brain. Serotonin is the “happy hormone” apparently. I also hear that chocolate is loaded with serotonin
insert sexist joke here
I also kept thinking what sort of pussy would it make me if I needed pills to get me through the day?
After weeks of endless despair though, I was desperate for something, anything to break the cycle of misery. So I figured it was at least worth a try. I decided to go with the doctor pepper philosophy (what’s the worst that can happen.) As long as the answer isn’t “I could die” then it was worth a go. I then quickly changed to the Kevin Bridges philosophy on Brexit (fuck it, it’ll be a laugh)
So I sucked it up with Dr Dickhead, and got me some happy pills