Lab Mice
In a recent study, researchers found that lab mice who were given antidepressants in their youth grew up to be more depressed and anxious than their unmedicated counterparts.
This information doesn't actually mean anything to the average depressed or bipolar person. In fact, most of us will never even be aware that this study was done. But it does have some wicked implications, particularly for those of us who were given drugs in our younger years, and those of us who are still contemplating getting pregnant.
Man. I need to get over this love/hate relationship that I have with my meds. I know I need them, but sometimes I wish that I could just stop taking them and be done with it. I have this tiny dream stowed away that maybe after I have my kids, my biochemical environment will become overtly hostile to any resurgence of bipolar disorder. Could happen, right?
My perspective, which has been a bit dull, flat and apathetic as of late, is starting to recuperate in an attempt to throw off the medicinal shackles holding it down. It's this epic battle that I can feel in my head. It's like the invading medication is trying to disturb the restless residents of my synapses and no one is particularly happy about it. No wonder I always have headaches.
Hmmm. When I think about the medications we take right now, I make mental notes to pray for people who research these medications, their efficacy and their consequences. Hopefully progress will march on indefagitably.
Some eggheads somewhere have estimated that there are 10s of millions of depressed people in the world today. They've found that despite a low standard of living, people in Nigeria are the happiest people in the world. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Is all of our progress really worth it if we aren't happier or healthier? Are we prioritizing the wrong stuff?
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This information doesn't actually mean anything to the average depressed or bipolar person. In fact, most of us will never even be aware that this study was done. But it does have some wicked implications, particularly for those of us who were given drugs in our younger years, and those of us who are still contemplating getting pregnant.
Man. I need to get over this love/hate relationship that I have with my meds. I know I need them, but sometimes I wish that I could just stop taking them and be done with it. I have this tiny dream stowed away that maybe after I have my kids, my biochemical environment will become overtly hostile to any resurgence of bipolar disorder. Could happen, right?
My perspective, which has been a bit dull, flat and apathetic as of late, is starting to recuperate in an attempt to throw off the medicinal shackles holding it down. It's this epic battle that I can feel in my head. It's like the invading medication is trying to disturb the restless residents of my synapses and no one is particularly happy about it. No wonder I always have headaches.
Hmmm. When I think about the medications we take right now, I make mental notes to pray for people who research these medications, their efficacy and their consequences. Hopefully progress will march on indefagitably.
Some eggheads somewhere have estimated that there are 10s of millions of depressed people in the world today. They've found that despite a low standard of living, people in Nigeria are the happiest people in the world. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Is all of our progress really worth it if we aren't happier or healthier? Are we prioritizing the wrong stuff?
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posted by Becky at 6:48 PM
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