A Word About Instincts

At the ripe age of 33, I have come to a conclusion: Trust my instincts because they are rarely wrong.

Case in point: remember when I thought Marie was going to have to get her tonsils out? And that jack ass of an ENT said rip them out. And then all the specialists and new ENT said maybe not. Well, glad I checked with other specialists because with the Flonase treatement that the new ENT shrunk Marie’s tonsils form a four to a 2! Yea! He said the treatment doesn’t usually have this kind of success. DOUBLE YEA!

Talking about my issues with PMDD and Celexa were another issues I am glad that I trusted my instincts. There was a part of me that said, “Are you crazy?! You are going to talk about going on The Antidepressants?! That’s a private manner in which people are meant to keep SECRET! People are going to think you are nuts. Clearly.”

To which my instincts replied, “Clearly you are not crazy. You have a real medical condition that needs to be medically treated. People do not think that diabetics are weak or crazy if they need insulin to process sugar. Same difference.”

(Unless you are Tom Cruise in which I am sure exercise and vitamins are good enough).

Now I didn’t get a lot of comments on that post, but I did get a lot of hits which I interpret that more people may be dealing with this and just don’t really want to talk about it. Which I totally understand. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to talk about it.

But I am glad that I did, because once I put it out there, it didn’t feel like this dirty, little secret.

And along with that, I just don’t think that there should be a negative stigma attached to a condition in which requires antidepressants, whether it be PMDD or Bipolar Disorder or OCD. I think the more people talk about, then the less shame, which in turn will evolve to acceptance.


So I’ll leave you with this:

“Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.” – John Sterling