One day in our discussions we found out that each of us had been rating our own moods – he on a 10-point scale of subjective ratings ranging from “terrible” to “great”, and me on a scale ranging from -3 (paralytic and entirely despairing) to +3 (magnificient mood and vitality), in an attempt to discover some sort of rhyme or reason to their comings and goings. Now and again we would talk about the possibility of taking antidepressant medications, but we were deeply skeptical that they would work and wary of potential side effects. Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were. Antidepressants might be indicated for psychiatric patients, for those of weaker stock, but not for us. It was a costly attitude; our upbringing and pride held us hostage.
- Pg. 54, An Unquiet Mind, ISBN – 978-0-679-76330-7, Kay Redfield Jamison