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[missroserose]

Uncontrollable bouts of crying with intervals of moroseness and hopelessness. Feelings of unhappiness, loneliness, insecurity, loss. Periods of extreme agitation. Excessive frustration at anything I try to accomplish that doesn't turn out perfectly.

Absolutely no reason for any of it.

Maybe I should go to the doctor and get drugs. 'Course, then I'd just be treating the symptoms rather than the cause, but then, that'd only put me in the same boat as 90% of America. Hell, my aunt is in that boat - perfect Mormon housewife, four well-mannered kids, loving husband, nice house, and she can't get out of bed without her Prozac.

Fucking genetic predisposition toward depression.

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[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

*hug* Wish I had anything to say but that I feel your pain. And I miss being on medical insurance.

[bryanscott.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think it's a CULTURAL predisposition towards depression.

[vindaloo-vixen.livejournal.com]

And there you were comparing it all to being pregnant a few entries ago?

More seriously, though, I know this won't be the most revolutionary advice, but it probably is worth seeing a doctor or someone. And now rather than later. I was in a similar boat to you a while ago, and by seeing someone earlier rather than later I was helped a lot, and it put me on a better course of things. And better putting yourself in a spot to help yourself deal with things than just letting The Beast eat away at you.

Good luck. Mean that.

*HUGGLE*

[eventhewaves.livejournal.com]

Seeing a doctor might not be a bad idea -- the drugs may or may not be, depending on what he/she has to say, and the severity and frequency of these kinds of these bouts.

As usual, if you need to talk about stuff, or vent, or whatever... well... you know I'm here for you as much as possible, given the whole distance-and-space thing. I'm sorry I can't be closer. =(

Ah, what the hell. One more for the road, because I know it can't hurt. =)

*HUGGLE*

--Brian