About ten years ago, my mother, who lives back home, was diagnosed with depression.
The trigger seemed to be a workplace issue at the part-time job she’d held for years. She received an anonymous letter that, while not directly naming her, clearly targeted her, saying, “Long-time employees should quit to improve the workplace environment.”
Looking back, it also coincided with menopause, which might have played a role.
She quit her job and stayed home, using her illness as a reason to avoid housework or going out.
Worried about her, I urged her to see a doctor, but she was resistant to visiting a psychiatrist or mental health clinic.
Some time passed, and she must have wanted to do something about it herself because she went to an internal medicine doctor on her own.
The doctor prescribed imipramine.
Like me, my mother isn’t one to take medication for minor ailments, so she must have been really desperate.
Due to her mindset, she stopped taking the medication after about two months, and from there, her condition gradually improved.
Now, she’s fully recovered, enjoying trips with my father and embracing a second chapter in life.
※本記事は個人のうつ病体験談です。体験内容はあくまで個人の体験であり、医療アドバイスではありません。専門的なアドバイスを希望する場合は医師へ相談を。
※This article is a personal depression story. The content is solely based on personal experience and is not medical advice. Consult a doctor for professional advice.