And she was right. I have tried every drug, every treatment, from therapy to electroshock, but I was still chronically sad.
The best I could do, was to learn to live with my sadness, she said, and that’s exactly what I would have said to someone in my situation.
But of course I didn’t want to live with my sadness. I ended up using drugs (opium) instead and got heavily addicted, not to mention all the awful side effects the drug has (sometimes people forget that illegal drugs often have far worse side effects than legal drugs).
Opium was obviously a bad solution, and I ended up in the rehab clinic with all the junkies and hobos, three days ago.
At the first session, they sat me on a chair and gave me suboxone, i put the tablet under my tongue and they monitored me for half an hour.
15 minutes later something “clicked” in my mind. It was not “a high”, but something else I couldn’t figure out. The nurse gave me a dose more, and an hour later I left the clinic and went home.
The next two days I did the same.
Yesterday I felt sad and confused, but otherwise my life has changed in every way, and I’m trying to navigate in what I call my “new life.”
It’s one of the strangest and most confusing episodes I have ever tried.
I have to take suboxone the rest of my life, they said, and of course I am by now addicted to suboxone, but I can live with that.
Yes, the psychiatric system gave up on me for good reasons, but I think that I, in my own peculiar way, found my solution just a step outside the psychiatric system.
I know that i cant avoid feeling sad, but there is a normal sadness everyone experience, and i will welcome that. But i think i have said goodbye to that what i call the malign and chronic sadness