help I’m having emotions about a cartoon antidepressant trying to be useful
DID YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY GIF AN ABILIFY COMMERCIAL
yes but look at it, it cares about her and just wants to help her be able to function. It’s like “I know you’re sad. here, I’ll help you.”
LIKE OKAY THOUGH can I explain why this is exceedingly brilliant?? Because when anti-depressants work right, that’s what they DO. They don’t make you happy or emotionless or unhealthy in any way, they make you FUNCTIONAL. They make it so that a depressed person who can barely get out of bed can start to support themselves again and more importantly, start to THINK for themselves again without the permeating presence of depression.
Depression is a cyclical disease, that tells you to think a certain way, and, because you’re depressed, you generally believe it, and then things get worse and worse. The ONLY thing anti-depressants do is to STOP that cycle in its tracks!! Which is something to be ecstatic about and celebrated, even if you don’t realize it at the time, because when you’re depressed, getting out of bed is climbing Mount Everest. Antidepressants help stop that cycle so that one day soon, getting out of bed can JUST be getting out of bed. They don’t even expedite the recovery process in most cases, they just make recovery POSSIBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE. So this little guy is portrayed with a fuckton more accuracy than I ever expected from a commercial.
It’s back and adorable
Honestly, that was the massive difference I saw when I finally got on meds after a decade of resisting the idea.
It was like being a fucking superhero all of a sudden! Hold down a job long-term? Alright. Go to the store? Sure, I’ll stop by after work! Accept invitations to get a drink after work with coworkers or do lunch with the department? Sounds fun! Need to do laundry or clean the kitchen? Bleh, but ok, it does need to get done.
As opposed to “stress grinding me to bits and exhausting me so I can barely think and end up quitting or sabotaging myself after a couple months”, “oh god no it’s ok I will just eat crackers for the next eight meals to avoid going grocery shopping I can subsist on simple carbs alone right?”, “oh god oh god oh god I want to cry with exhaustion at the idea of going out with people but if I say no they’ll think I hate them and they won’t like me anymore”, and “it’s too much I can’t make myself do it because it’s so fucking overwhelming I have anxiety attacks when I try to even walk into the kitchen”, respectively.
Especially since the hardest part of depression for me was the broken motivation link. I read something once that described it as getting in your car, turning the key, and the engine just sputtering and not turning over. I could think “hey I need to do thing”, then “okay I’m gonna go do thing”, “alright it’s time to go do thing”…and nothing would happen. Some crucial connection in my brain just would not work, could not bridge the gap between decision and action.
Did the antidepressants stop me from also being a lazy motherfucker sometimes and putting stuff off just cause I don’t wanna do it? Lol no. I still do that. But it no longer takes a superhuman effort to convince my body to get up and do stuff.
THAT is what my meds gave me. Functionality. I can now screw up my life on my own merits, rather than out of helplessness in the face of misfiring neural circuits.