depression - pills vs talking therapy

Depression, the black dog, that gloomy cloud that envelops your being from morning to night. That feeling of dread. Doom. Waking in the night. Crying for seemingly no reason. Self harm. Spending money you don’t have. Not going out. Going out too much. Alcohol. Drugs. Poor body image. Feeling unloved, unlovable. Shall I go on? I’ve suffered on and off with depression since my teens. A looong time. I was on Prozac (now known as Fluoxetine) in my early twenties. It didn’t work for me. I felt numb, dulled-down, not myself. I’ve been on a fair few different types of anti-depressants over the years. TooRead More →