Seriously, High School makes me depressed... I havent even smoked in over a year been at school 2 days and already feeeling a little "iffy" if you know what I mean....
"i dont believe that depression is a disease, its a state of being, a mood perhaps. OK so your life sucks (you're broke, have a shitty job, dont get along with other ppl. etc.) man up and face your problems and stop being a little bitch, there are soo many more people out there with problems way worse than yours, and if they can keep going with their lives than so can you. and no pill is going to help you overcome "depression", only you can do that. this is what i tell myself when im feeling down... hope it can help you." -GOOD ADVICE maybe it was said a little harshly but oh well. i suffered from clinical depression for a while. they gave me zoloft, paxil, welbutrin, EVERYTHING. i have like 500 empty pill bottles i saved(most of the pills were trashed cuz that shit dont work i'm just a packrat). either they make you a zombie or you spend day and night puking and your nose bleeding. it's completely mental. chemical imbalance my ass. a 15 year old male...man up little nigga! steps to cure depression(from a cured individual) 1. take a shower 2. get dressed nice 3. eat a balanced breakfast 4. brush your teeth 5. go get some pussy. if that helped, then go smoke some weed.
I've had issues with depression since I can remember, but they only really manifested when I was in 9th grade. Between then and my 11th grade year, I had been to a mental hospital on three occasions, twice to the ER for suicide attempts. I spent almost 8 months total in those hospitals for depression. I attended a public school, and they pretty much refused to give me the work I needed to pass for those years I missed which prevented me from being able to graduate on time even though my absence was doctor excused. (Yeah, fuck public school). I've been on more than 15 different pills, all bullshit with a range of different godawful side effects. My younger brother introduced me to Mary Jane. And now, almost two years later I'm pretty much addicted. If I don't have them I get really bad mood swings and morbid lows. So, I'll atleast say it works for depression... But you better be able to have it all the time. Well, I'm going to fire up a bowl. PS. I've been told it's genetic, also. My grandfather on my mother's side commited suicide, along with both of her brothers.