Depression

During the final couple of years of my agoraphobia, I began suffering from depression. Unlike my anxiety and agoraphobia however, instead of being with me for every waking hour of the day, every day of the week, it only reared its ugly head for one day, every three weeks or so. But when it did arrive, boy, did I know it.

Prior to my depression, just like most of us I guess, I’d had days when I felt down but, when that happened, I could always find something to do or someone to talk to to raise my spirits. The thing that I hated the most about the depression was the complete feeling of hopelessness that it brought. A hopelessness so overwhelming that nothing in this world stood a chance of lightening my mood. The one saving grace for me, I suppose, was that, following my first few episodes I knew that it never lasted for more than a day. So, no matter how bad it got, all I had to do was get myself through to bed-time and by the following day, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Now, if you’ve read any of my other articles, you’ll be aware that I’m not a great believer in taking medication. I don’t frown upon anyone that does, I firmly believe that everyone should have a free choice when it comes to health matters and if someone feels that they need medicine to get through the day then that’s fine by me. I, however, prefer a more natural approach.

But, so un-nerving were these depression episodes that I discussed medication options with my doctor. However, he was extremely reluctant to put me on anything long-term. You see, whilst I was searching for a cure for my agoraphobia, I read all sorts of things about diet and depression and how one could control it, to a large degree, by eliminating certain foods and environmental toxins. When I told my doctor about this, he was insistent that the controlled dietary path that I was already on was right for me and that no vast improvements could be brought about by the introduction of drugs.

Maybe it was the best that he could offer but I wanted something that would totally eliminate it from my life and prevent it from ever returning. As it turned out, once I had found the solution to my agoraphobia and I began to improve, the depression just faded away, never to return.

So, what was this magical solution that put an end to my depression, anxiety, panic attacks and agoraphobia? It was The Linden Method. And, after trying more “cures” than I could shake a stick at, I can safely say that it was the only one that did what it was supposed to; it gave me my life back, period.