Posting them on Fark is OK though, we will never tell on ya.

Yeah, because depressed people get better by NOT. SMILING. EVER.

/guess the insurance company doesn't like sick people getting treatment

Dalar: Yeah, because depressed people get better by NOT. SMILING. EVER.

/guess the insurance company doesn't like sick people getting treatment

I pretty much came here to say this. I mean, I've never suffered from it myself, but it is possible for depressed people to smile.

This is the same as that Senator who said he could diagnose Terri Shiavo via video right? Pop-medicine instead of the real thing.

This is why we can't have nice things.

As a person who has suffered from clinical depression since the age of 11, just because a person is enjoying the moment, doesn't mean they're enjoying their lives. It's called masking, the technique depressed people use to hide their condition. My best friend of 7 years at the time, never knew I had depression until she found my medication in the bathroom. I always joked around, made people laugh, and never appeared down. Truth was, when I was somber, I made it a point to never be found. The worst part about it is when you have friends and family who want to "cheer me up." Not really understanding it's more of a chemical imbalance than anything else. Then there's the whole trying to explain the difference between clinically depressed and manically depressed. I've never have, and never will try and kill myself. I just see the world differently from everyone else.

\So yeah, that would explain about 85% of my posts on Fark.

What if getting caught makes her so depressed she can't work?

WHAT THEN?

FROWNING in those pictures would have made everything better.

Maybe even a quizzical glare.

Deadhouseplants

I go back and forth myself. My job requires a constant friendly attitude which I deliver without pause. In the evenings, I am an experienced wet blanket, with an energy level that rivals a corspe's.

9 posts in and nobody has yet pointed out the obvious, that this thread is worthless without pics?

And sitting on a sunny beach is not a treatment for depression how, exactly?

marcpen: And sitting on a sunny beach is not a treatment for depression how, exactly?

Exactamundo!

Vitamin D from sunshine is very beneficial, practically a kind of therapy...

... especially when that sunshine is deep. (pops)

Deadhouseplants: I always joked around, made people laugh, and never appeared down. Truth was, when I was somber, I made it a point to never be found. The worst part about it is when you have friends and family who want to "cheer me up." Not really understanding it's more of a chemical imbalance than anything else. Then there's the whole trying to explain the difference between clinically depressed and manically depressed. I've never have, and never will try and kill myself. I just see the world differently from everyone else.

As someone who's gone through exactly what you have for far too many years...this. Just remember, you are not alone.

So don't be farking dumb and make sure you set your privacy settings properly.

Racht: Deadhouseplants: I always joked around, made people laugh, and never appeared down. Truth was, when I was somber, I made it a point to never be found. The worst part about it is when you have friends and family who want to "cheer me up." Not really understanding it's more of a chemical imbalance than anything else. Then there's the whole trying to explain the difference between clinically depressed and manically depressed. I've never have, and never will try and kill myself. I just see the world differently from everyone else.

As someone who's gone through exactly what you have for far too many years...this. Just remember, you are not alone.

Indeed. I'm there too. Depression sucks, and just because I'm smiling or happy at the moment, it doesn't really mean anything.
I do wish every antidepressant I tried didn't make me completely insane, though.

But I look REALLY good in a bikini...

Of course she was faking it. If she was really depressed she would have been posting on MySpace.

I clean the septic tank of a Taco Bell part time,
so I really got a kick out of the headline.

What an un-depressed bikini clad girl on the beach might look like.

Broken9754: But I look REALLY good in a bikini...

If you are female, pictures or GTFO.
If you are a guy, DIAF.

Depression is real, and completely debilitating... and if you were suffering from this real and debilitating depression, well, you probably wouldn't be taking pictures of yourself getting a strip tease at Chippendale's and posting it on Facebook...

Something tells me I'm going to be torn apart for being to hard on her, but color me skeptical, that's all.

The thing was that she was getting disability checks because she was so disabled that she couldn't function. They probably figured if she had the energy and will to go to the beach, she could get up and go earn money.

I've been there as well and I'm now pretty stable. Severe depression is a complete drain on every facet of your life. I've lost whole seasons of my life because I couldn't force myself to get out of bed. My second year of college I spent sleeping or laying in bed, except for the few hours a day I was in class. Unfortunately, I didn't have anyone who thought that was a problem, apparently. I've always had to seek treatment on my own, and by the time I actually do that, I've usually hit the point where I was plotting my own demise.

OgreMagi: If you are a guy, DIAF.

This one, sorry buddy.

I will say, I was amused by how much the counter in my profile jumped after that post.

Broken9754: Depression is real, and completely debilitating... and if you were suffering from this real and debilitating depression, well, you probably wouldn't be taking pictures of yourself getting a strip tease at Chippendale's and posting it on Facebook...

Something tells me I'm going to be torn apart for being to hard on her, but color me skeptical, that's all.

There is always the possibility that her friends were dragging her to places to try to cheer her up. People do that sort of thing. I sometimes suffer from depression and have to put up with that kind of shiat when I least want to.

limboslam: What an un-depressed bikini clad girl on the beach might look like.

I'll take two.

OgreMagi: There is always the possibility that her friends were dragging her to places to try to cheer her up. People do that sort of thing. I sometimes suffer from depression and have to put up with that kind of shiat when I least want to.

Absolutely, but when you're really dealing with the kind of depression where society needs to pay to keep you alive, your friends will have a much harder time getting you out... and you probably won't smile about it.

Again, maybe I'm being too hard on her.

Dalar: Yeah, because depressed people get better by NOT. SMILING. EVER.

/guess the insurance company doesn't like sick people getting treatment

This as well.

I'm suffering from severe depression right now, and I don't need a doctor to tell me that or medication to treat me. I could sure use the benefits she was getting! :D

When you've seen what I've seen, It's hard NOT to be depressed or to snap out of it totally. My sister died, basically right in front of Hubby and me, three and a half years ago, and not only do I blame myself, I still find it harder and harder to talk to family members. The only two I can talk to are Hubby and my father. Everybody else wants to just move on and pretend like she doesn't really exist...at least that's how it feels now. Her birthday was just this past Monday, and none of my sisters wanted to go to the cemetery with me.

/That's what severe depression can feel like...only just the tip of the iceberg. I could go further, but that involves the Titanic crashing into it, too, and Celine Dion singing.

limboslam: What an un-depressed bikini clad girl on the beach might look like.

I'd gravy her insides.

Broken9754: OgreMagi: There is always the possibility that her friends were dragging her to places to try to cheer her up. People do that sort of thing. I sometimes suffer from depression and have to put up with that kind of shiat when I least want to.

Absolutely, but when you're really dealing with the kind of depression where society needs to pay to keep you alive, your friends will have a much harder time getting you out... and you probably won't smile about it.

Again, maybe I'm being too hard on her.

I'm not disagreeing with you. I think your accusation that she was scamming is probably correct. I was just tossing out a possible explanation.

Broken9754: I will say, I was amused by how much the counter in my profile jumped after that post.

45 and counting...

limboslam: What an un-depressed bikini clad girl on the beach might look like.

Not to be confused with what a depressed bikini clad girl on the beach might look like.

Couldn't those pics have been from before her period of depression? God knows women post pics that are several years old in an effort to look skinnier.

Racht: Deadhouseplants: I always joked around, made people laugh, and never appeared down. Truth was, when I was somber, I made it a point to never be found. The worst part about it is when you have friends and family who want to "cheer me up." Not really understanding it's more of a chemical imbalance than anything else. Then there's the whole trying to explain the difference between clinically depressed and manically depressed. I've never have, and never will try and kill myself. I just see the world differently from everyone else.

As someone who's gone through exactly what you have for far too many years...this. Just remember, you are not alone.

I got good news for you two - you're not actually depressed!

You're just pathetic.

Have a nice day, and cheer up!

Nathalie Blanchard (Montreal, QC)

What, should I have not did that?

larrylboberry: Nathalie Blanchard (Montreal, QC)

I don't know why she's depressed... I'm sure many of the guys here would eagerly fark her.


/oh. nvm.

Juniper Jupiter: and Celine Dion singing.

At least you can still think of others. Thank you.

Depressed (i.e. low self-esteem?) and likes to flaunt her sexuality? Friend Request pending!

/BTW, if this thread goes BIE, I've got EIP.

shiat, I'll tell my psychiatrist I'm cured because I occasionally smile.

Broken9754: Again, maybe I'm being too hard on her.


"Haha! Hard on..."

holdeestrufs:

I got good news for you two - you're not actually depressed!

You're just pathetic.

Have a nice day, and cheer up!

Awww.... what a cute little troll you are. My grandma would like to put you in her china cabinet with her hummels.

Ah, yes, trying to convince people there is such a thing as clinical depression and that just because you're momentarily cheerful doesn't mean you're magically cured....

It's well beyond the scope of a Fark thread to go into the mechanics of depression and bipolar disorder; suffice it to say it's because of the prevailing opinion that to be disabled one must be completely unable to work at all times and that to be mentally disabled one must be psychologically paralyzed 24/7 that mental illness remains the most difficult of the disabilities to get coverage for.

Hell, people with NO LEGS have trouble getting disability; people with mild mental retardation can't always get it; imagine the problems we have when I tell a caseworker "Well, I can work sometimes, in fact most of the time; just I have trouble waking up in the morning and sometimes I have panic attacks that are not predictable but prevent me from working ONLY on that day; but the next day I'll be fine; so I'm kind of disabled only not really. And then sometimes I can work for 19 hours a day; but that's not good either, and I need to be able to tell my employer not to take advantage of those periods in time when I seem to be working without going home."

Sure, like anyone will buy that. But it's true.

Show me an insurance investigator that can judge and deny someone's mental health cover by looking at a photo, and I'll show you pretty much the entire asshole industry.

Juniper Jupiter:
My sister died, basically right in front of Hubby and me, three and a half years ago, and not only do I blame myself, I still find it harder and harder to talk to family members. The only two I can talk to are Hubby and my father. Everybody else wants to just move on and pretend like she doesn't really exist...at least that's how it feels now. Her birthday was just this past Monday, and none of my sisters wanted to go to the cemetery with me.

I'm dubious your sister's death was actually your fault.

Some people (your sisters?) don't handle death well at all.

No Depression Here

punchaprep: No Depression Here

I know I feel happier from that photo.

Gyrfalcon: Ah, yes, trying to convince people there is such a thing as clinical depression and that just because you're momentarily cheerful doesn't mean you're magically cured....

It's well beyond the scope of a Fark thread to go into the mechanics of depression and bipolar disorder; suffice it to say it's because of the prevailing opinion that to be disabled one must be completely unable to work at all times and that to be mentally disabled one must be psychologically paralyzed 24/7 that mental illness remains the most difficult of the disabilities to get coverage for.

Hell, people with NO LEGS have trouble getting disability; people with mild mental retardation can't always get it; imagine the problems we have when I tell a caseworker "Well, I can work sometimes, in fact most of the time; just I have trouble waking up in the morning and sometimes I have panic attacks that are not predictable but prevent me from working ONLY on that day; but the next day I'll be fine; so I'm kind of disabled only not really. And then sometimes I can work for 19 hours a day; but that's not good either, and I need to be able to tell my employer not to take advantage of those periods in time when I seem to be working without going home."

Sure, like anyone will buy that. But it's true.
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Before I underwent surgery, I was limited to functioning for (roughly) 1-2 hours before I'd need to lay down for 4 hours to recover.

One of my doctors made the mistake of writing that in his notes and the W/C insurance company got their hands on it.

They quickly jumped on it and attempted to cancel my coverage since I should, in their eyes, be able to work between 25-30 a week... as long as I did two or three 1-1.5 hour shifts a day, 7 days a week.

They didn't care that those numbers not only reflected my better times, but that no company would even consider employing me with that restrictive a schedule.

Thankfully, I was able to get other doctors (including theirs) to go on record saying that that would hinder my recovery progress.

This is the actual Facebook photo in question.
Needs to be a bit closer.

I've got problems with this. I can't say for sure that she IS smiling here.
Or even what her cup size is.

Wrong_Intentions: punchaprep: No Depression Here

I know I feel happier from that photo.

Looking at it now The second one from the right looks like she might have some issues though.

I can tell you first hand, someone who is clinically depressed doesn't want other people to know they are. When they are public, they will put their best foot forward in an attempt to hide what going on in their life.

Severe depression is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.