Just saw a snippet of research suggesting a surge in the number of people taking pills for depression but a decline in the number of those seeking therapy.
Here it is, from the Health, Medical and Science feed I subscribe to:
More patients were being treated for depression in 2007 than a decade earlier, but fewer were receiving psychotherapy, researchers said.
Comparing 1998 with 2007, the percentage of those receiving psychotherapy fell from 53.6% to 43.1%, a downward trend that continued from the decade prior, Mark Olfson, MD, MPH, of Columbia University, and colleagues reported in the Archives of General Psychiatry.
For some patients, “depression care may be becoming more narrowly focused on pharmacotherapy,” they wrote.
This is something I see all the time. People get depressed and go looking for a quick way out of it. The quick way out is a pill.
To hell with the therapists, right? They’re just quacks. The doctors who subscribe antidepressants? They’re quacks too, but fuck it. They got a quick fix.
That’s the prevailing thought, but I’ve been down this road. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that pills will never, ever kill your pain at the source. It’ll make you feel better for a bit, but it will never last.
I take Prozac and it works well. But it’s not perfect, nor do I expect it to be. To truly deal with one’s depression, you have to get at that hole that’s in the center of your soul. That means years of intense therapy, learning how to develop coping tools and then looking at medication.
That’s how I went about it, anyway. I readily admit no two people are alike when it comes to treatment.
But I have seen other people try the pills without the other things I’ve had to do. Their struggle remains painful.
Mine does, too. But the joy outweighs the pain these days.
Big Pharma helped. But only a little.