SSRI

Cómo procesar la enfermedad. Hay una enfermedad. Excesiva reabsorción de serotonina. Posiblemente apuntalada en eventos pasados. No hay estudios concluyentes al respecto. Treinta miligramos cada veinticuatro horas. La dosis máxima es de cuarenta. Los efectos secundarios son menores que el beneficio farmacológico. Sueños vívidos, mareo, irritabilidad, fatiga, sudor en frío, pesadillas particularmente intensas, impulsos suicidas, disminución de la presión y el ritmo cardiaco.

El cerebro es una máquina.

Freud: en la mente coexisten pulsiones antagónicas: a la muerte y a la vida. Ambas inconscientes; se manifiestan en el impulso productivo y tendencias autodestructivas. No hay estabilidad hasta la muerte. La pulsión no se detiene.

Un paciente de Freud vio una rama tirada en su camino a la estación. Cuando abordó el carro del tren, entró en pánico: alguien podría tropezar con la rama. Cuando llegó a su destino, regresó inmediatamente, pero no quitó la rama. El miedo parecía absurdo en presencia del objeto.

Lacan: la depresión es un trastorno narcisista. El sujeto es incapaz de procesar su agresividad y la torna hacia sí mismo. El correlato biológico es consecuencia de la falla al articular adecuadamente las pulsiones.

CBT: el cambio en hábitos en combinación con el medicamento adecuado puede restaurar la homeostasis neurológica.

El antagonismo serotonina-dopamina limita la habilidad de experimentar ciertas emociones y reduce considerablemente el umbral de atención. Estudios con ratas muestran menor capacidad de concentración frente al antagonismo dopamínico.

Jung: los sueños manifiestan arquetipos primordiales. En una de mis pesadillas tempranas apareció una especie de bruja. Dijo que nunca me desharé de ella. Posible proyección del trastorno en un arquetipo. Posiblemente, adhesión de la resistencia ante el nuevo medicamento al comportamiento de la proyección.

Efectos secundarios comunes: sueños vívidos, mareo, irritabilidad, fatiga, temblor en las manos y dientes, sudor en frío.

Efectos secundarios esporádicos: pesadillas, anhedonia, impulsos autodestructivos, decremento en la atención; probablemente por antagonismo de neurotransmisores.

"Under certain circumstances, SSRIs may cause suicidal thoughts or death."

L. Sott: "there is something fundamentally rotten in the human condition. I am a brain, and I fail to distinguish my behavior from my neurochemical deficiencies. what I am is defined by a random occurrence: that I have this form and not another; this flesh that connects in this determinate form with a bundle of synapses. I am a group of synapses that often misfires."

El dispositivo neuroquímico bloquea las emociones negativas. El resultado es una especie de entumecimiento emocional.

El tratamiento puede durar desde un año hasta indefinidamente. El cerebro puede no adaptarse a los flujos de neurotransmisores.

Allie Brosh: "Because, deep down, I know how pointless and helpless I am, and it scares me. I am an animal trapped in a horrifying, lawless environment, and I have no idea what it's going to do to me. It just does it to me."

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I received this product in two days, as advertised. It fell apart in less than four months, and the company did not offer a replacement. Customer beware!

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I acquired an improved version of the product, which was supposed to repair itself. Granted, my product was a used one, but this self-repairing feature was too enticing to ignore. Whenever the product repaired itself, a deeper, much more complicated disfunction occurred. I believe this is due to its whole development process, and no amount of self-repairing will fix this.

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I was hesitant to write a review of this, but there is only so much you can take from such an ungraceful product. I tried to deal with its dark parts because the sweet ones were genuinely good. This product has a unique merit, namely, that it will make you run out of coping mechanisms while trying to convince yourself that you can make it work if you try hard enough. Trust me. It does not work that way.

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I wanted the product and I ordered it several months ago. I received a vague letter in lieu of the actual product. The letter claimed that the product did not exist with the setup I requested, but I ordered it just as advertised. Sometimes it seemed like I was about to receive it. I felt excited, although wary. Every single time the product was recalled, and I found myself spent and tired of trying so hard to have something I feel entitled to own. My friends order similar products all the time, and they seem happy with them. Am I choosing wrong? I filed a complaint, but they responded with another vague letter and I do not want to hear about it anymore.

On Illness

Assumption: I am ill.

Jacqueline Winter Thomas: "Many live their entire lives without this shadow."

Psychoanalysis made me question my condition as mentally-ill. I learned how to find concrete causes for my emotional distress. I learned to recognize patterns in my behavior: I am self-destructive and, thus, I push others away.

I did not have a happy childhood. I was not a cheerful kid. My first memory is the taste of sadness.

Freud, when he quit smoking: "I feel better, not happier".

It took me a while to learn that significant others are not meant to mend the gaps within my narrative.

Perhaps life is about learning how to narrate oneself. It is unlikely.

Modernism, broadly put, wanted truth and beauty—capitalized: Truth, Beauty—through struggle. These are not to be found naked in nature—capitalized. They are to be attained through the systematic cleansing of the spirit—capitalized and so on. χαλεπὰ τὰ καλά.

To be a modern self means to be a thing that is somehow aware of its condition; its thingness. It means being this dust in the shape of flesh and bones and history. Dust attempting to describe itself, attempting to convey meaning and sense.

Postmodernism sees truth and beauty—uncapitalized—in everything. Everything is beautiful and everything holds truth within itself. Truth and beauty, therefore, are not at the core of things nor beyond appearances: they are stuff.

A postmodern self wishes not to be a thing; needs not self-consciousness; needs not itself. A postmodern self demands to be narrated, not described; a tale, rather than a modernist dissection.

What am I? Where/when did I go wrong?

I trust some of my dreams. This borders on neurotic behavior.

T. S. Elliot: "And in short, I was afraid".

Fear was the bridge from my childhood to the outside world. I felt safe inside. I do not remember how security feels like.

My eyes are violently silent; yet they speak.

I used to write poems. Now I am terrified of words, imprecision, vagueness.

Poetry, (Gr. ποίησις, creation): to make something; an attempt to create. Invocation.

I do not know if I am ill. I do not know how to think of myself as no-longer-ill.

I have failed. I want to go home.