Life After Depression

I remember a very long time ago (maybe 13 years) a good friend told me about a year she had spent alone...and with depression. 

I had never really thought of what this meant. 

I vividly remember how she described the year and I was wondering how this shaped her life to follow....which prompted me to write.


I made an assumption based on the anti-depression ads on television, and the millions of life coaches that reiterate being the "best" you and living life to the fullest. 

Why does it seem like there is something great after depression? 

Like there is a great big bag of cookies and smiles when you come out of this mess. 

Maybe these were meant for people who have made a pact with their doctor and pharmacist to remain on a drug for the rest of their life. 

What about those who choose something else?


My life after depression, is well....depressing. 

I'm not even talking about the obvious things that would drive someone to the brink of insanity.

I mean having real joy. I

'm a realist, and a pessimist... characteristics that don't go so well with depression. 

I'm also passionate, strong, and caring. 

Is it possible to live your life to the fullest and still have depression? 

Why do we even feel our lives must measure up to what the "majority" thinks is best?


My life has more meaning than most, which is how I comfort myself...my thoughts. 

Is there an option besides losing a piece of my soul while on Prozac? 

I literally feel like a different person on this particular medication. 

The real me feels trapped inside...sedated, silenced....foggy.