Coping with depression...

[Geisterfahrer]

No, no, no. If you are traveling Jamaica for a mental health treatment, you're not doing it right. In part that's because it's difficult to distinguish feeling better from just being in Jamaica.

Psilocybin therapy has some potential but it's novel, not well understood, and has not been approved in the US for good reasons. Also, there is no reliable training for "supervised shroom therapy" because, again, it's not well understood how it works. What I've heard is that the "supervised therapy" is often little more than trying to prevent a bad trip.

It’s a shame MDMA was not approved for therapeutic use. It really is a miracle drug.

 

[HandsonFire]

Religious at all? I suffered from GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) for a while, the low dose Sertraline plus the desire to become more involved in my faith helped a ton. More Jesus helped me, maybe it could help you in addition to some other methods.

This is what works for me.

 

[finesse]

This is what works for me.

Do you have to have a lot less rock and roll?

 

[UNCatTech]

I'm in a men's group and one of the participants is going down to Jamaica for a supervised psilocybin therapy session. His brother in-law who's a type A straight laced guy told him it changed his life and really helped. Maybe worth a look?

https://www.thelancet.com/journals/eclinm/article/PIIS2589-5370%2824%2900378-X/fulltext#:~:text=Psilocybin%20therapy%20(PT)%20produces%20rapid,psychotherapy%20alone%20or%20in%20combination.

My daughter has had 3 supervised ketamine treatments. After the first one she said it was life changing.

 

[UNCatTech]

Outside of the therapists who frequent the board, I probably have more experience with this than anyone here. When I saw this, I DM'd the OP to reach out and offer thoughts and gather a bit of information. The DM remains unanswered. His other posts on the thread have been defensive and not indicative of someone genuinely looking for assistance -- although in fairness, much of the advice was nonsense about using drugs to cure depression. He seems to want to complain, which is fine but the thread title should be edited to more accurately capture what the thread is actually about.

There's nothing wrong with venting if that is what one needs at this time.

 

[UNCatTech]

You're a real piece of work. There's a reason I've told you before that I don't engage with you.

Don't let any poster bother you, focus on the advise and keep working on finding what helps you.

I get caught up in this from time to time. I've deleted so many post after cursing someone out. I like the delete on this board ask for a reason to delete. I normally answer: "It's just not worth it".

Either way, I wish you the best on this journey. Keep putting in the work, you will find the solution, and each step on the path has a potential of making things better.

 

[UNCatTech]

The poster is free to do whatever he wants. If it were me, I would at least say "thank you" even if I didn't want to engage. And what narrative am I trying to control?

Here's how I look at it: you can't make progress without accepting your position and condition. My post was designed in part to root that out. If the poster wants to address his depression, then he needs to a) accept that he is a depressed individual and then b) take measures that depressed individuals take to help themselves. Otherwise, he's just complaining (which is actually a terrible, terrible way of coping with depression).

This is exceedingly common behavior, of course. My wife sees patients all the time who give some variant of the "nothing ever works for me; I've seen MDs before and it was useless." And it turns out that the MD recommended one drug, it didn't work very well, and the patient decided to bail on the whole process. Or the patient didn't take the medication regularly, and then bailed. So on and so forth. I did some of that when I was really struggling two decades ago.

What every depressed person needs is someone who will kick their ass asking them if they want to get better. Ideally, that someone isn't posting on a message board. I don't think I'm the best person to deliver that message. But if it's not delivered at all, then there will be no progress.

Super, you are one of my favorite posters. I bet your wife could help with the delivery on this thread.

Yes, you intend to be helpful, but sometimes the delivery can kill that intent.

And my opinion on complaining, venting, talking, what ever one wants to call it is that it can be helpful. Get it out then let your mind settle in for constructive discussion.

I personally find that what starts as complaining often evolves into understanding and progress, especially if the person listening is good at directing the conversation.

 

[UNCatTech]

What you're looking for is a piece of work. You aren't going to find solutions to your problems from people who have never had an emotional disturbance in their lives.

You know I agree with this from my experience.

My daughter has had over a decade of different treatments. To hear her talk to the employees that she manages now, I think she could be a good therapist.

 

[UNCatTech]

It’s a shame MDMA was not approved for therapeutic use. It really is a miracle drug.

This is what works for me.

I'm glad this worked for you and the other poster than mentioned it.

This is a great example of finding what works personally.

My experience with religion caused me more anxiety than most anything else in my life. It always made me feel as if I were not living up to some unobtainable standard.

 

[superrific]

There's nothing wrong with venting if that is what one needs at this time.

I believe I said that was fine.

 

[LosPollosHermanos]

No, no, no. If you are traveling Jamaica for a mental health treatment, you're not doing it right. In part that's because it's difficult to distinguish feeling better from just being in Jamaica.

Psilocybin therapy has some potential but it's novel, not well understood, and has not been approved in the US for good reasons. Also, there is no reliable training for "supervised shroom therapy" because, again, it's not well understood how it works. What I've heard is that the "supervised therapy" is often little more than trying to prevent a bad trip.

Dude there was a 60 minutes on this and it seems very promising. The worst thing that can happen is a bad trip. Why not try it if nothing else has worked? There are studies being conducted in Oregon. I know the medical profession doesn't want word to get out that you can trip your way out of chronic depression.

 

[superrific]

Dude there was a 60 minutes on this and it seems very promising. The worst thing that can happen is a bad trip. Why not try it if nothing else has worked? There are studies being conducted in Oregon. I know the medical profession doesn't want word to get out that you can trip your way out of chronic depression.

The medical profession doesn't care about that. Of that I am quite certain. Maybe Big Pharma, but psychiatrists don't care. They will prescribe whatever works, whether it's psilocybin or something else.

I'm aware of that research. But there are substantial problems with it. First, it's almost impossible to double blind because there's no placebo. People can tell if they've been given the sugar pill or the mescaline. This was a problem with the MDMA trial as well. Second, there's a lot of magic done by the phrase "in controlled conditions with supportive psychotherapy" -- both terms being relatively undefined and there are in particular no standards for what constitutes supportive pscyhotherapy.

Third, a bad trip isn't the only or primary risk. It might be for people who aren't taking other psychiatric or mood-altering drugs. But psilocybin has interaction effects with other drugs and those aren't well understood. Not at all.

I'm in favor of additional research, but additional research is definitely necessary. If it wasn't, the FDA would have approved it.

 

[finesse]

The medical profession doesn't care about that. Of that I am quite certain. Maybe Big Pharma, but psychiatrists don't care. They will prescribe whatever works, whether it's psilocybin or something else.

I'm aware of that research. But there are substantial problems with it. First, it's almost impossible to double blind because there's no placebo. People can tell if they've been given the sugar pill or the mescaline. This was a problem with the MDMA trial as well. Second, there's a lot of magic done by the phrase "in controlled conditions with supportive psychotherapy" -- both terms being relatively undefined and there are in particular no standards for what constitutes supportive pscyhotherapy.

Third, a bad trip isn't the only or primary risk. It might be for people who aren't taking other psychiatric or mood-altering drugs. But psilocybin has interaction effects with other drugs and those aren't well understood. Not at all.

I'm in favor of additional research, but additional research is definitely necessary. If it wasn't, the FDA would have approved it.

The FDA is fighting against the opinion of many Christians that too many people will have fun with it if restrictions are relaxed. The research on all that class of drugs and marijuana is still caught up in the Reefer Madness madness.

 

[Centerpiece]

So for those who are experienced in such things, how does one cope? I'm super aware of it and I've tried traditional methods like a therapist or antidepressants. I honestly think both of those either make me worse or more annoyed. Talking things out is not my style. I just get annoyed with the questions and even more annoyed with the strategies/etc. No, breathing doesn't change my mood. Focusing on something for 10 minutes isn't going to help. Been there, tried it, got the t-shirt, and it doesn't work. Anti-depressants just make me feel completely void and I'd rather be depressed.

So, is there something I'm missing in this puzzle or is it just a matter of getting over myself and moving on? I can deal with being unhappy personally. I just hate it for those around me. They don't deserve this version.

By the way, I'm posting this here because this is pretty much my only social outlet. I have 10's of thousands of people I can interact with on social media, but that's an audience, not a sounding board. Just growing weary of having to be the entertainer on a daily basis I suppose while I internally feel like anything but one.

Hey Cool Cat - my wife suffers from depression. It is seriously no joke. She sees a therapist and SHE SIMPLY MUST BE ON THE RIGHT MEDS AND TAKE THEM EVERY DAY! The meds have side effects - of course - and finding the right one and the right dosage is dodgy... and coming off one, and trying another, is also very dodgy - even dangerous. BUT SHE HAS TO TAKE THE MEDS!!! IT HELPS HER COPE.

Listen: I have hypertension and a heart issue (SVT which leads to Afib - I've had a RF Ablation). I'm on 2 meds - 1 for BP, the other for heart rhythm... IF I DON'T TAKE MY MEDS, I CAN TELL... THE MEDS HELP MY BODY COPE WITH MY ISSUES. I simply must take the meds. They help. Period. Full stop.

My wife MUST TAKE HER ANTI-DEPRESSION MEDS, THEY HELP HER BODY/MIND COPE!

I can't stress this enough. If you don't want to talk it out with a therapist, ok, I get it. BUT SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY HAVE TO BE ON THEIR MEDS OR IT FUCKS THEM UP.

PLEASE, please talk with you doc, get a second opinion, try a new med, whatever... but find one that WORKS FOR YOU and stick with that med. You will probably have to take it every day for the rest of your life... but TAKE THE DAMN MEDS!

 

[UNCatTech]

Dude there was a 60 minutes on this and it seems very promising. The worst thing that can happen is a bad trip. Why not try it if nothing else has worked? There are studies being conducted in Oregon. I know the medical profession doesn't want word to get out that you can trip your way out of chronic depression.

I've read several positive things about this. The coaching during the medication seems to be an important part. Also heard an interesting pod cast about how they cant use traditional methods of clinical trials, since the placebo is noticeably different.

 

[UNCatTech]

The FDA is fighting against the opinion of many Christians that too many people will have fun with it if restrictions are relaxed. The research on all that class of drugs and marijuana is still caught up in the Reefer Madness madness.

Exactly, don't want any chance that people might just have fun.

 

[finesse]

missionary- Someone who knows someone somewhere is having a good time and they have to find them and stop it.

 

[WaynetheDrain]

You could well be right but I don't think i can manage the experimentation. When I say disaster, I mean I would have gladly jumped off a building to get away from the feeling before the stuff cleared my system. It was absolutely horrible. I'm not in any hurry to tempt fate like that again.

This happened to me three weekends ago. And I apologize ahead for this story because it's not necessarily attributed to any depression on my part, but then again, maybe it is--the brain is such a mysterious thing.

About a month ago I decided to start doing edibles on the weekend to relax. It had been about 18 years since the last time I smoked weed or did any other type of drugs, and I've always been someone who mentally handled them well with no bad experiences. Weed, mushrooms, and ecstasy on a couple of occasions. Always had a good time, never any issues.

So anyway, now that it's legal here in Arizona and the new company I work for doesn't random test at the corporate level, I figure, why not? It would be a nice way to relax and unwind on weekends. I did a little research, went to a reliable dispensary, and decided gummies were the best way to go to control my dosage and not overdo it.

First weekend: I try a single 10mg gummy on Friday night. Waiting around for a few hours and didn't notice any major effect. On Saturday night, I try it again. Same result: Little to no effect.

Second weekend: I upped the dosage to two gummies on Friday (20mg total). Again, little to no effect. I'm thinking, "WTF, did I buy a pouch of duds?"

Then comes Saturday. At this point, I decide to try three gummies (30mg) at around 5 pm at night. I chew them up, lay down on the couch and watch television, expecting nothing to happen again. About an hour later I'm still watching television when I notice my head feels very, very heavy and I'm starting to get that far-away tunnel vision you get when you are high. At this point, I realize I am very, very high. At first I start to giggle, thinking, "Finally, these things kicked in." But after a few more minutes, I realize how uncomfortable I'm beginning to feel not being 100% in control over myself. My brain starts to work against me, and I start to feel an inexplicable feeling of panic and dread taking over for no apparent reason. Then I decide to stand up and splash some cold water in my face. I stand up and the room starts spinning on me. My equilibrium is shot to hell, and I need to grip the wall just to get to the bathroom.

Now I'm suddenly having a full-on panic attack and am scared as hell. I tried going to sleep, but laying down just made the room spin more, walking was a serious chore and potentially dangerous, and watching television didn't seem to be helping. At various points, I considered calling 911, calling one of my friends, googling "how to handle an overdose of edibles," posting on this board for advice on making it through, etc. I was a mess, and I was somehow convinced I wasn't going to survive the night. My heart was beating far too fast in my chest, and I truly thought I was going to die. I remember specifically thinking about all the famous musical artists who have either died from drug/alcohol overdose or because of addiction: Kirk Cobain, Layne Staley, John Bonham, Jimi Hendrix, etc. These guys left us with and incredible, indelible legacy of music and all died from their addiction, and here I am, about to die from a gummy overdose and no lasting legacy to show for it. This was an actual thought I had during the evening.

Anyway, I eventually came to grips with the fact that this feeling would just have to be something I dealt with for the next handful of hours, so I eventually went back to watching television in sheer terror until I finally started to get a little sleepy. Eventually, I was able to make my way to the bedroom and fall asleep. I woke up in the morning with no lasting effects and had a fairly normal Sunday. The first thing I did is went to the kitchen, grabbed the pouch and a half I had left of the gummies, and threw them in the garbage. I scratched that itch, had a horrible time, and decided my days of doing drugs and effectively handling them were far, far behind me.

 

[Delta74]

This happened to me three weekends ago. And I apologize ahead for this story because it's not necessarily attributed to any depression on my part, but then again, maybe it is--the brain is such a mysterious thing.

About a month ago I decided to start doing edibles on the weekend to relax. It had been about 18 years since the last time I smoked weed or did any other type of drugs, and I've always been someone who mentally handled them well with no bad experiences. Weed, mushrooms, and ecstasy on a couple of occasions. Always had a good time, never any issues.

So anyway, now that it's legal here in Arizona and the new company I work for doesn't random test at the corporate level, I figure, why not? It would be a nice way to relax and unwind on weekends. I did a little research, went to a reliable dispensary, and decided gummies were the best way to go to control my dosage and not overdo it.

First weekend: I try a single 10mg gummy on Friday night. Waiting around for a few hours and didn't notice any major effect. On Saturday night, I try it again. Same result: Little to no effect.

Second weekend: I upped the dosage to two gummies on Friday (20mg total). Again, little to no effect. I'm thinking, "WTF, did I buy a pouch of duds?"

Then comes Saturday. At this point, I decide to try three gummies (30mg) at around 5 pm at night. I chew them up, lay down on the couch and watch television, expecting nothing to happen again. About an hour later I'm still watching television when I notice my head feels very, very heavy and I'm starting to get that far-away tunnel vision you get when you are high. At this point, I realize I am very, very high. At first I start to giggle, thinking, "Finally, these things kicked in." But after a few more minutes, I realize how uncomfortable I'm beginning to feel not being 100% in control over myself. My brain starts to work against me, and I start to feel an inexplicable feeling of panic and dread taking over for no apparent reason. Then I decide to stand up and splash some cold water in my face. I stand up and the room starts spinning on me. My equilibrium is shot to hell, and I need to grip the wall just to get to the bathroom.

Now I'm suddenly having a full-on panic attack and am scared as hell. I tried going to sleep, but laying down just made the room spin more, walking was a serious chore and potentially dangerous, and watching television didn't seem to be helping. At various points, I considered calling 911, calling one of my friends, googling "how to handle an overdose of edibles," posting on this board for advice on making it through, etc. I was a mess, and I was somehow convinced I wasn't going to survive the night. My heart was beating far too fast in my chest, and I truly thought I was going to die. I remember specifically thinking about all the famous musical artists who have either died from drug/alcohol overdose or because of addiction: Kirk Cobain, Layne Staley, John Bonham, Jimi Hendrix, etc. These guys left us with and incredible, indelible legacy of music and all died from their addiction, and here I am, about to die from a gummy overdose and no lasting legacy to show for it. This was an actual thought I had during the evening.

Anyway, I eventually came to grips with the fact that this feeling would just have to be something I dealt with for the next handful of hours, so I eventually went back to watching television in sheer terror until I finally started to get a little sleepy. Eventually, I was able to make my way to the bedroom and fall asleep. I woke up in the morning with no lasting effects and had a fairly normal Sunday. The first thing I did is went to the kitchen, grabbed the pouch and a half I had left of the gummies, and threw them in the garbage. I scratched that itch, had a horrible time, and decided my days of doing drugs and effectively handling them were far, far behind me.

What kind of gummies were they? Delta 8 or 9 or something else?

 

[heelinhell]

In my 30 year career I provided psychotherapy to hundreds of folks suffering from Dysthymic Disorder, Major Depression, and Bi-polar II.

From the bit of info you have posted, I'm guessing you suffer from Dysthymic Disorder. I'm sorry to hear that psychotherapy and medication has not helped you. As someone mentioned earlier, it is important to find a therapist who is a good fit for you. As far as medication is concerned, again there are some anti-depressants that are better than others depending upon the person.

If you feel comfortable having a conversation via personal messaging, I would be happy to share my thoughts and recommendations about your situation.

ETA : If you live in the Chapel Hill/ Carrboro area, I would be open to consult with you in person.

ETA: I did meet you briefly at one of your baseball tailgates years ago. My name is on the Bosh wall and I was a baseball season tix holder until Covid