My depression treatment primarily involved medication: Tryptanol, an antidepressant, and Wyeth, an anti-anxiety drug.
I was also encouraged to take morning walks, but due to either the illness or the medication’s side effects, I felt so drowsy and floaty that going outside was impossible.
Tryptanol didn’t have an immediate effect, and honestly, I became more psychologically dependent on Wyeth. It made me feel energized and almost happy right after taking it—like a magic pill.
I asked my doctor if I could just stick with Wyeth, but they firmly told me, “Wyeth doesn’t treat depression; Tryptanol is what addresses it, so don’t stop taking it on your own.”
I started noticing Tryptanol’s effects after about two months. It wasn’t a dramatic “It’s working!” moment, but more like I gradually regained a sense of calm and normalcy.
I still have ups and downs and often feel bedridden, but I’ve started being able to go outside again.
The medication’s side effects cause facial swelling, but I can tolerate it if it means maintaining this sense of balance.
Even if someone told me, “You’ll die if you keep taking these meds,” I don’t think I’d stop. That’s how painful depression is, and I never want to go back to that place.
※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.
