I majored in Economics so I’m fairly familiar with the term Great Depression. But let me talk about the great depression of the other kind. The kind where you can’t find the motivation to crawl out of bed, the kind where you’re mood and reaction to everything is “meh”, the kind that zaps away your interest in your existing hobbies and the kind that makes you in an internal battle with your own mind.
I was reading an article about being unemployed while having depression and it reminded me of where I was a few months back but it also reminded me how blessed I am for everything to work out in the end.
Here’s my two cents on (fun)employment and depression.
Here’s some Raya anxiety anecdotes and how to overcome them. Whenever the fasting month ends, most people get excited by the fact Eid is coming up. Well, not me.
I’m not a very festive person to begin with and anxiety plays a huge role in shaping me to be so. (Also, the fear of being hit by those “pop-pop” fire cracker thingys is immensely real).
Eid, or Hari Raya in fact any festivity involves a large group (read: crowd) and you know how I feel about crowds.
TRIGGER WARNING: This post talks about prescription medicine and will touch heavily on pills. If you feel uncomfortable about such topics, please do not read any further.
This is the second part of writing about my journey of being prescribed mental health medication, you can read part 1 here.
Currently, I’m almost three months in consuming whatever’s been prescribed to me and I’m treating this post as a progress update and to somewhat address my initial thoughts on prescription medicine that I wrote about in the previous part.
Not to be stereotyping but Asian parents aren’t the best role models when it comes to awareness about mental illness. Asian cultures aren’t the most exemplary when it comes to being vocal about how you feel. It’s almost taboo to do so. Dinner time conversations never start with a “so, how was your day?” instead its spent in front of the television with the news on.
Pre-shrink days and way before dropping 300 bucks bi-weekly, I would consider myself as a ball of anxiety and there was nothing more I wanted than a Xanax prescription. Well, I got more than I bargained for because aside from the most coveted Xanax, I received four other prescriptions: Rivotril, Tranpam, Apo Quetiapine and Lexapro. Yea I know, much science. Receiving a C+ in Chemistry doesn’t help in identifying half of what I’m supposed consume but from my knowledge, Lexapro is an anti-depressant and the fact that I’m taking it officially makes me a “Lexabro” (soz I had to make that joke, also good to know these pills haven’t killed my sense of humour or lack thereof). The rest according to the doctor were meds to calm me so I can sleep with zero thoughts when my head hits the pillow.