Only available in Taiwan and Japan, this McDonald’s Happy Meal Toy is a big hit and currently becoming a meme. It’s original spring loaded design to do a backflip (but fails to do so seen here), is not what makes it so popular— it’s Sasuke’s power to practically balance anything upon his head!
We were taught in psychology that depression is due a chemical imbalance in your brain. And it is, but there’s a lot more than that. The physical structure of your brain actually changes. For example, the part of the brain associated with positive emotions gets restricted blood flow and shrinks. These changes can be permanent, and can completely change the way you process information.
Reading this makes me think that the chances of overcoming depression without drugs is looking unlikely. I still would rather not take antidepressants, but I have a few questions.
If you start taking antidepressants, will you be dependent on them forever? Considering there are actual physical changes happening to your brain when you are depressed, which cannot be reversed, it’s highly unlikely that SSRIs are going to completely fix your brain. I understand they can provide some sort of relief, but the mindset of having to depend on a ‘happy pill’ every day doesn’t sound cool.
Alternatively, will you relapse into depression if you stop taking the medication? Like, missing a day or something. Is there a set prescription length your doctor will ask you to take?
How long does it take antidepressants to ‘kick in’? I don’t expect them to be magical and make me extremely happy and hyper from the get-go.
Any help is appreciated if anyone knows anything about this, or can offer a word of advice, or share their experiences. My ask box is always open.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to apologise for the negative tone of my blog as of late. I’m still in a state of mind where I don’t feel happy enough to doodle the events of my day for the reasons mentioned in my ranty post, but I seem to have flouted my own ground rules and exude a load of negativity anyway.
So, after reading through this blog, and finding the dozens of Vic Mignogna horror stories on here, it really re-ignites an old rage from back in the ‘Weeaboo glory days’. First off let me say that this was my first convention. My very first, and in my first year a friend and I (plus a few others) had managed to scrape up enough money to get an art table. We made t-shirts, prints, stationaries, and sketched for money.
That awkward moment when you forget you’ve bought a single journey ticket so when you put it into the gate slot you stand there for a second looking like a lemon waiting for the ticket to come back out