I’m seeing a pattern here connecting my facial breakouts with the glorious sunshine of Oklahoma. I spend a little time outside and BAM! A complexion that would make a hormonal teenage boy run screaming.
What is up with that? It happened last year right around this time; only then, I blamed it on a chemical imbalance and an undying love of Coca-cola. Well, I still have a coke problem…but that’s beside the point.
I am a little worried; last spring, a blotchy red face was the first sign of some kind of freak hormone-thing. I then began going through a horrendous stage of what my doctor diagnosed as "depression and anxiety". I’d rather burn my arms off then to suffer that emotional turmoil again.
Really. My arms. With a blow-torch. I’d forget my precious pink bike and learn how to ride a unicycle. I’d be such a badass.
I was put on miracle drugs, and almost immediately I felt better–so good in fact, that 2 months later, I did a very bad thing and took my own self off of any and all prescribed medications, hoping to keep control of my moodswings and temper-tantrums with diet and exercise. And so far, so good–but I’m not totally opposed to going back on the crazy pills if it becomes absolutely neccessary. Especially when I take into consideration my passion for beer and coke coupled with my growing dislike for healthy food and sweating.
Anyhow, when all this went down, I was fortunate to have love and support coming from my family and friends, and even people I’d never met courtesy of MSN Spaces. And I was shocked–SHOCKED–and appalled, at just how many people had gone through the very same thing–and how many were actually willing to share their experiences with me. It was encouraging, to say the least…but yet, maybe even, a little scary. Can all these people really be suffering from depression and anxiety? Or, are we all just worked up (and drugged up) over nothing? Is it some sort of plague in the 21st century? Did our grandparents go through the same thing and just shrug it off as a bad case of the blues…only to soldier bravely on until some sort of sanity returned to them? Should we be handling our emotional problems the same way? Do we turn to drugs too quickly?
My thoughts: Yes and no. I think many people look to drugs as their ultimate cure-all. Maybe I can put this in a way that people will understand. Think of an obese person that has a life-saving gastric bypass surgery. Yes, it needed to be done BUT the problem does not just go away afterward. It’s about taking care of yourself, and making lifestyle changes can affect a person mentally and emotionally just as much as it can physically.
Case in point: a girl I know, no names, recently saw a doctor–once–about her difficulty breathing. She walked out of the place with a nice fat prescription for Xanex (sp?) and an optional 8 paid visits to a psychiatrist. Before, during, and even after this ordeal, the girl still fails to recognize what might have played a HUGE part in her bought with anxiety and depression: She’s a full-time student. She works 2 jobs. She parties 4 or 5 times a week until the wee hours of the morning and she drinks like a fish–and I’m only assuming that when she eats, if she remembers to eat, her choice of food isn’t the healthiest our green earth has to offer. How was medication automatically the answer to her problem?
My ideas on this subject are obviously not based on professional knowledge or solid, known facts…they’re just thoughts that occur to me. There are certain things people have to do in order to keep their minds and bodies healthy, and if medicine is a part of the routine, then that’s great. Whatever works. But I have trouble believing that it’s the ONLY thing a person needs–that you have to take an active part when it comes to your health, both physically and emotionally. And I would LOVE to hear some other opinions.