Opinions?
My mother is getting a little worried about me.
Well. I say that, but I'm getting a little worried about me.
Right now, I have a good job that makes me enough money to pay the rent. I live with a boyfriend I love, who loves me back. I'm heading back to college in September, taking a course towards a career that I'm excited about, and I've got friends and family who love and care about me.
Despite all this... I cry... every day. Over things that... should not make me cry. I go through bouts of just... staring at walls and feeling sad every day. Last night I was sitting with my boyfriend at our apartment window watching the lightning and rain and he was chatting away cheerfully, and.. I love him and we've been in a long-distance relationship for so long that I felt like I should be revelling in the happiness of this little moment together... but I just sat there staring out the window feeling like everything (not just the sky outside) was completely grey.
My boyfriend asked me to wake him up this morning. I did. He was grumpy, and a bit snappy. And that was enough for me to burst into tears and leave the house without saying goodbye.
My mother called when I got to work, and when I recounted the incident, she asked slowly if I was happy... and I started to cry, sitting at my desk.
Just writing this right now, my eyes are welling up with tears.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??
My mom says that our family has a history of depression, and that her, her mom (my grandmother) and all of her siblings (my 4 aunts and uncles) have taken a round of antidepressants at SOME point or another in their lives. She wants me to go talk to our family doctor about the possibility of rocking a round of antidepressants. I'm of the mindset that... if it can help, why shouldn't I do it? If things don't start changing, I'm going to lose my relationship; I don't know how my boyfriend can handle me blowing EVERYTHING up into a teary sobfest.
However, anytime I've mentioned the possibility of trying antidepressants to close coworkers or friends, they go on militant "ANTIDEPRESSANTS ARE EVIL" type rants about how I just need to "exercise more" and "be happier." I'm like, "I'm working out three times a week, and if I could just BE HAPPIER, don't you think I WOULD?"
I don't know. It's not like I'm at the point where I can't get out of bed. I smile. I make jokes, I laugh with friends. But if someone asks me... am I happy? I can't genuinely say that I feel HAPPY. Right now there are shining moments in my day where I feel happiness... but shouldn't it be the other way around? Small moments of sadness, but otherwise, happy?
Anyone have any personal experiences or opinions to share?


