I never went the med route, but I’m all for whatever safely helps people through.
And I was full on clinically depressed for a time. I have two family members who could have prescribed stuff to me, but the stuff mainly numbs some of the elements, it doesn’t solve sadness. It doesn’t process anger, it doesn’t push us forward.
Venting to my IC helped me, but it was limited and eventually a circular exercise — although it got me through the initial shock and awe.
Venting here helped me more, because I was expressing feelings most people here could relate to. It was a form of journaling, looking at my pain in the written word, literally spelling out what I was going through. That helped me identify things I needed to do to move forward.
Basically, I leaned into the pain, leaned into anger — until I got to the numb feelings on my own. It is sort of a time when you’re burned out on feeling all the other stuff.
Exercise was huge. Huge.
A boxing bag to hit is a beautiful thing when you are processing anger.
Lifting weights helped.
And, most of all, I became a master of distraction. Comedy. Fun movies. Music. Great books. That helped me think of anything else when I needed a break from it, which was all the time.
I’m an old guy, but now in the best shape I’ve been in since my USMC days.