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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>the Black Pit</title><link rel="self" href="http://mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T15:42:40+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk,2007-02-21:/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2864134</id><title>In response to:Depression story by Mike Parker</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2864134"/><author><name></name></author><published>2007-02-21T23:08:19+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:08:19+01:00</updated><content type="html">great post. I'm sorry to hear of all your pain but as you say you survived to tell your story. Inspiration for all souls who face the darkness of depression.&lt;br&gt;
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Take care Mike&lt;br&gt;
RG</content></entry><entry><id>tag:mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk,2007-02-21:/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2863845</id><title>In response to:Depression story by Mike Parker</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2863845"/><author><name>idontknowwhy</name></author><published>2007-02-21T22:41:25+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:41:25+01:00</updated><content type="html">It' strange it rings true. &lt;br&gt;
I know my life, experiences i have had are different to yours but your descriptions of feelings i can definately relate to. &lt;br&gt;
My depression leaves me with such guilt that i have so much, yet can't sustain happiness.I flit from such highs to lows I am at a point now where i am going to go back to the doctor for help. I did this years ago and felt let down by counsellors, psychologists, medication but mostly myself. I used many things as an escape but you can't escape yourself. I call it my dark place when all the scarey stuff happens. I hadn't really thought of group help I suppose getting together with people with similar experiences could help, it had to be better than the simpering counsellors who have no concept of what i am talking about and are probably more messed up than me.&lt;br&gt;
 keep going on and i hope things work out for you. &lt;br&gt;
i want things to to work out with me at 25 i don't think i can handle a see-saw exsistence.</content></entry><entry><id>tag:mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk,2007-02-21:/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2861170</id><title>In response to:Depression story by Mike Parker</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mikeparkerondepression.blog.co.uk/2007/02/21/depression_story_by_mike_parker~1780259/#c2861170"/><author><name>robswan</name></author><published>2007-02-21T17:27:43+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:27:43+01:00</updated><content type="html">Great post. I've suffered for thirty years, the last ten on Efexor. I'd rather take the tablets than be lost so much in self grief that I became a machine. You had to really press my buttons to get me to make a phone call, go shopping or simply talk to someone. I could not do my work properly or do anything for that matter.&lt;br&gt;
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Am I cured? No, never will be. Two days without Efexor brings on a relapse. So I stick with them. The problem with those tablets are the side effects. I can whistle while I work now, get out and about and generally feel a lot happier. My wife says the tablets dull my mind making me slower, more dreamer-like. She says they cut me off from reality but I'm sticking with them until something better comes along.&lt;br&gt;
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I no longer want to end my life--I want it to last forever. So I am cured , in a sense, and I'm still here too.</content></entry></feed>
