"Anyway, it all got me thinking: I was pretty much fine in NY without it [my Celexa, which I'd forgotten to refill before the trip to NY - my hometown - and where most of my family still lives] but by last night I was ready to kill somebody and very impatient. So, who REALLY needs antidepressants? Maybe what this country needs is to live in communities again where there is support of family and friends. Maybe everyone's just so isolated with so little support that any little thing can throw them over the edge.
On the other hand, there are examples like [my SIL] and [my sister] - both of whom are surrounded by family but who have isolated themselves, and who have been dealing with depression. Yet [SIL] has dealt with it on and off for years while [my sister's] has been more of a situational depression (one that has lasted multiple years at this point, though) like mine.
I don't know; maybe we're all just weak, too. Who knows? All I know is that I need my Celexa still."
Like I said earlier, I have been on and off Celexa throughout the last 7 years. I do think a cultural shift would make a difference, but our society isn't there yet, and I'm not sure it will ever be back there again. So, in the meantime, if the medicine helps someone, so be it. This time around, I'm finding I don't need the medicine as much. I have MUCH less stress this time around - I have much more support of friends now who have kids, I'm not new to motherhood, and I'm not working two jobs on top of the full-time job of being a mother. So I think there is definitely something to the idea of PPD being about being overwhelmed - except in those cases where it REALLY is chemical.
ETA: In fantastic news, Allison has slept 8+ hours for the last three nights - 8 to 4, 8 to 5, and 7:30 to 6:15!!! She slept 8+ hours once before, a few weeks ago, but this time it's been consistent for three days. I know it won't last, come teething and developmental milestones, but I'm enjoying it for now!