Prescribed Depas for Depression Treatment

In my early 20s, when my depression was at its worst, I started going to a psychiatric clinic.

I figured I needed help and tried researching places, but my severe depression made even finding a clinic feel overwhelming.

I scoured the internet and settled on one a bit far from home.

I took the train, but back then, just getting to the clinic felt like too much.

Even with appointments, I’d feel sick on the day and skip out more than once.

But when I apologized, they said it’s common with depression.

It seems many people with depression find even simple tasks like making it to an appointment really tough.

Seeing happy people at the station or on the train made me feel pathetic and empty, stuck in my daily struggle with clinic visits.

Looking back, I was deep in self-loathing, but at the time, I felt totally isolated from the world every day.

Once, after a checkup, waiting for my train at the station, I was hit with an urge to give up. I managed to pull through, but thinking how close I came to losing that battle still chills me—it wasn’t courage, just luck.

For my depression treatment, the clinic prescribed Depas, an antidepressant, which I took daily.

Due to money issues, I skipped counseling, but back then, not having anyone to share my pain or true feelings with was agonizing.

Now, talking to others who’ve been through depression, I’ve learned antidepressants help, but having someone to talk to can really shorten the road to overcoming it.

※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.