No.....RAtard....I honestly believe you have a chemical imbalance.
In 2007/2008 I started becoming quite tired. I lost all interest in things....I had no motivation whatsoever.....universit y, working out, watching TV, etc. I just couldn't bring myself to want to do anything but sleep.
I couldn't figure it out because nothing in my life had changed...I was in a great relationship, happy in school, making good gains in the gym, etc.
Yet slowly I lost all interest in my friends, boyfriend, activities, sex, etc.
I eventually would just sit on the couch staring at the TV and cry for hours on end.
I wasn't sad or depressed....I just wasn't functioning normally and nothing significant in my life had changed. Diet was great...I really had a great life. I had beaten cancer.....awesome friends.....was just fucking happy.
One evening my boyfriend woke up and caught me crying on the couch ( I always hid it from him). I literally cried for 2 hours straight in his arms and told him I had no idea why I felt this way......and that's a long fucking time to just sit there crying.
The next day he called in sick to work and took me straight to the doctor.
The doctor who I had never seen before said "Dot....you have depression." I said...."but I'm not depressed or sad about anything...I have a great life."
He then took over 45 minutes to explain all about depression and chemical imbalances......there is chemical depression and situational depression. As we get older our brain chemistry changes often and this can affect serotonin, norepinephrine, etc.
Anyways....he put me on anti depressants and it took about a year to find the perfect blend of anti depressants to help me. It was a lot of trial and error. The first one I ever tried was Effexor....what a fucking nightmare. Then wellbutrin, etc. He said I will work with you till we find the right one.......everybody reacts different to different meds.....and it took me trying 5 AD's till I found one that worked. You have to give them time....at least 6 to 8 weeks......so it was a very long year for me. I also played around with some anxiety meds......but finally we found something that worked.
Honestly RAtard....it saved my fucking life....I swear. I then stayed on for about 2-3 years and slowly tapered off. My doctor said there was a possibility I may need to be on for life.....but you never know...so we slowly tapered off and I was fine. I've been fine without them for about 4-5 years now.
One day I may need them again....who knows. I now know the signs though. And will never be ashamed or afraid to go into a doctor and say "I'm depressed and think I need to go on meds."
Before that I used to think that people who were "depressed" were lazy schmucks that felt sorry for themselves. I had no idea about mental illness and I thought I was far to strong to ever get it. I had battled some physical illness brilliantly and thought "I'm a fucking fighter".
I'm not ignorant anymore.
It can happen to anyone at anytime.
I was blessed to have a doctor that gave a fuck and was patient. After the third anti depressant I thought that none of them would help me.......but he pushed me to hang in there and I'm glad I fucking did.
Our bodies will go through many changes in our lifetimes and we have to learn to adapt and embrace those changes. I can't eat what I did at twenty and have a great body. You have to learn to deal with those changes. It's the same with brain chemistry.