What being on antidepressants was like for me!

Posted by dfb @dfb, Aug 18 8:07am

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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Thank you for your support and encouragement.

The more I share the more people I can reach; I am an open book😎

It will all be there the good the bad and the ugly. After my visit to hell I’m not all that worried about what people think of me any more, though I do want to be loved,

I will lead with love and let the rest take care of itself; that’s what I mean by ferocious love.

You have strengthen me for the journey.

Thank you 🙏

Love ferociously and we can change things before it’s too late, I hope.

With all my love, I hope everyone finds peace and good health ❤️‍🩹🫶🙏

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My definition of ferocious love is wanting what is best for the “other” even it doesn’t seem to be what’s best for me.

It’s like magic, creating a positive feedback loop that has no limit.

As opposed to selfish love, that diminishes both the sender and the receiver, with the only finishing point being zero.

I do not call it selfless love because it is not selfless.

When I, sender of love receive love in return it is richer and deeper growing with each successive loop. Ultimately to infinity. It is intoxicating.

It is actually simple, I’m lucky I stumbled into it. One need not take my path,

Ferocious love must begin as a choice. Light the fire and let it burn and it will consume and transform form me,

Ferocious love is can not be stopped, but it must be natured every step of the way.

For me the path began by not judging anything or anyone in anyway,

I try to ask myself what does this person or thing need to feel love and then I try to be that love.

I’m a work in progress, but I know what my work is.

If I can touch enough people maybe I can love my way back to my family in whatever way that turns out to be.

Ferocious love for me is very selfish. It’s been ten years and I miss them ❤️‍🩹

Love ferociously and we can all heal,

🙏🫶

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