What being on antidepressants was like for me!
There is darkness all around me.
I can see the light formed in a sliver high above me.
It is hard to be aware of anything except suffering.
My bones have all been shattered, all but my skull, leaving my brain intact.
I am exquisitely aware of the agony of all my senses.
I know I am dying.
I am losing all desire to continue; death remains elusive.
I know I am in an earthen pit; I do not know how deep.
I have tried to scale the walls with my broken body.
They crumble in my hands.
I can feel the bones of my ancestors underneath me extending in time to hell.
I cannot scream for help. My broken ribs have punctured my lungs.
The dirt begins to fall from the beast shoveling above me.
The pain is my reality.
My higher functions are shutting down, leaving primitive fear that cannot be reasoned with.
Please, please, please, please, please, shovel faster, bury me alive.
The dirt rains down on me, torrential rain in slow motion.
Faster, please.
The reptile at the base of my brain, terrified, continues to fight for life despite my pleas to let me die.
The following shovel lands on my face.
My ruptured lungs struggle to breathe, drawing dirt into my mouth.
I can taste and smell the decay.
Please, God, let me die; please stop the horror.
Silence.
I know I am dying.
I can feel my brain shutting down.
I feel some relief as my senses shut down in my limbs.
I am acutely aware of the death of every neuron.
I form words but cannot understand them, let alone cry out.
Time has slowed to a crawl.
I understand the entirety now.
I am to spend eternity in this hell. God, please help me!
Silence
My mind fractures, and my light fades.
I am not going to die.
I am going to suffer until the universe dies.
Madness claims me.
The light flickers.
Gone.
I should not have survived, but I did.
I know my purpose in life.
Everyone deserves to live in peace and good health, that is my purpose.
My gratitude to Mayo Clinic and to all of you who have carried me these last few years is boundless,
Thank you
David
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Dear @dfb
1) YOUR WRITEN …
I was your writing. I’m a musician of sings & sounds & sings & words what is written… sometime I can’t understand of what the writer, but most or many have an understanding of her or him in their mind.. that “talks” that other fans would know … or not.
2) SONGS OF MUSICIANS - YEARS AGO
When young, those rich musicians talked about women… uggg, today as an adult. I’ve seen the best musicians have what he or her written in their songs.
3) WHAT YOU COULD?
So, know you have written a book-like this in Mayo. It’s not a song, but I bet, you can do a shorter written for music-song, Sure, I have a TBI person and sure, I can’t understand all that you written, but most of this is words of music… for me in my brain…
Thx,
Greg D.
Musicians hear differently. I do not doubt that you understand everything I am trying to convey.
I am starting music lessons next week. I want to hear what you hear.
Please do whatever you like with what I have written; it doesn't belong to me. It belongs to everyone who suffers in the darkness.
With all my love, I wish you to live in peace and good health. Thank you for your comment.
Thx Dear @dfb
I was pretty good musicians; playing with bands going the diff close places only on Fri nights and during the Saturday wherever. I was a lead guitar player… and I loved it. I have some of me playing “sings”, including my stuff.
Now, after my TBI accident, 12 yrs ago, hit my ability in my brain. Yes, chords & leading part is ok, BUT my memory can’t remember a song or bands. Thwart was easy before my TBI. So that’s 50% of learning - like chords & string playing, but the other 50% I can’t remember the name of this song. That’s the other 50% to remember the sound of the song even.
Thx,
Greg D.
PS: I’m happy to learn playing music. Violin? Guitar? Piano? Horns?
I used to play the trumpet. I will leave it to my instructor to decide which instrument he thinks is best. I'd like to learn the cello. I hope it will help my brain heal from the effects of long-term antidepressant use.
dfb, I could NOT stop reading your prose. You have unbelievable talent, really amazing talent. I just had to read your entire thread with greg1956.🛜🛜🛜 You and Greg both need to share your experiences good and bad with everyone. It's great that the www is a huge part of life nowadays and you both can share your talents over the internet. 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏please share your talents with us all. I could feel your deep darkness and the pain of being stuck, you say it much better than I ever could, when you said"please God, let me die", I didn't know other people really felt this, like I do.
Thank you for graciously sharing your story into the depths of your own hell...then you shift gears and share that you want to learn instruments. YOU HAVE 🩵🩷💙
We are blessed to have you here, to help yourself, while helping us, each, in such a variety of ways. Many 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂. Take a moment or two and tell yourself I am talented, I am helping others with my work, I am loved and I am giving love. ShelleyW
gregd1956, YOU ARE AMAZING. I read your entire thread with dfb, I couldn't stop thinking of the talent, depth of the feelings the two of you were sharing. I almost felt like I was listening intently, to your private conversation, as tears ran down my cheeks. You know it's hard to type when your glasses are wet and misty with tears. Your talent that was so harshly taken away from you by your TBI, it was trying hard, during your conversation, to peak out. Well, congratulations, your heart felt talent was successful, it came through your words as a soft, strong and beautiful light, that I could feel in my heart ❤️so from my heart to you🩵💙❤️🩵❤️
Thanx for letting us listen in on such an amazing conversation. ShelleyW
❤️🩹 my story belongs to all of us and I am trying to tell it far and wide.
Sometimes I wonder if what is happening is real…you have given me what I need to persevere 🙏🫶
All I know is I feel boundless love for everyone and everything 😎
Good thing I have four doctors keeping track of me and a parole officer too 👍
Thank you for everything you wrote.
Maybe Mayo will run some test on me and review my case. I know there are answers here that can help others.
They can take my brain out and study it if it helps end the suffering,
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫶
dfb
Paragraphs 1 & 3 show the depth of your kindness 😇
Paragraph #2 & #5 is very thoughtful of you to say.
Paragraph #6 I sure hope that will happen for you.
Paragraph #4 I'm afraid to ask why you have a parole officer 😱,
but your words and tone make this not so surprising 😜😳, in fact it reminds me of a dear highschool buddy that is tough like you...he has had COVID 9x, add another 4 for each vaccination that triggers full on COVID episodes. BTW...He does have a parole officer 😵💫‼️
ShelleyW
My parole officer is one of my best friends.
Sometimes a father has to do what is in the best interest of his family, even if it is fair.
I do not regret my decision to take the hit for my wife and children for a moment, it is the greatest expression of my love for them that I have ever shown them…even if they may never know.
Every moment of my two years in prison, I was sustained by my love for them.
The details will be in a book I hope to publish soon.
I believe real love, real ferocious love always comes out on top.
You have proved me right once again 🫶
Thank you 🙏
dfb. 😱😱😱OMG!! You do have a parole officer.
I would like to place my pre-order for a signed copy of your book.
You don't need to spoil the book by telling why you "took the hit" for your family...again you don't have to answer this rhetorical question: How could they possibly not know what you did for them???
Ferocious and love aren't often found in the same sentence, EXCEPT FOR YOU! You have redefined the meaning of " ferocious love " 🩵😡💙👍
I really meant it, I want your book as soon as it gets published. WOW‼️ This will be a " start to finish, with no breaks " kinda book.
ShelleyW