Quote from: JoyceChin on May 03, 2011, 01:44:55 AM
Oxytocin is also the hormone that can reduce the symptom of anxiety and it is produced in the body, the lack of it could cause depression. Simulate the nipples increase its secretion.
Whoa... I've studied oxytocin quite extensively and never even thought about that! Worth a try; at least I'd get some fun out of it.

But whatever is going on, I may need to call the doctor earlier than my June visit because this is getting out of hand. Had a bit of a fight with a friend of mine over texts, which is far too easy given that she's Russian (a political refugee) and sometimes doesn't construe the meaning of my words too well, and sometimes she's incredibly blunt about things. Well she was telling me about a program she worked for a few years ago and suggested I should try to get in when it starts in August. I told her that my economic reality is that I need to find a job ASAP, spend my evenings researching more grad programs I want to get into, and
then I can think about doing other things (including the program, which sounded great and I
would love to do it)
Now I'll admit that I'm a bit jealous because she got into both grad programs she applied to, and I only got one interview from all the applications I sent in (but didn't get into the program, which was the same school where I did my undergrad). But when she told me that I always snub opportunity, I kind of lost it. I graduated with a 4.0, got Latin honors (summa) after doing a 35-page honors thesis on the factor structure of the Beck Depression Inventory-II in postpartum depression (where I also did my oxytocin research), scored 1380 on the GRE (650 verbal, 730 math, 5.0 writing), was an officer in two honor societies (Golden Key and Psi Chi), student affiliate of the APA, and worked three and a half years as a psychology tutor for the university, doing scheduled hourly individual and group sessions (including tutoring students with physical and psychiatric disabilities). The only opportunity I didn't take was clinical experience, and that was purely a time issue--I had to work 30+ hours a week to pay rent, pay bills, and eat. It turns out, by the way, that my lack of clinical experience was the only reason I didn't get into the program at my school. Every other interviewee had it and the committee wouldn't take my tutoring experience as a substitute (this according to my professor, who said he tried to plead my case to deaf ears).
From that comment my friend made about my relationship with opportunity, I just spiraled down and down and down some more, until I was laying in bed at 2:30, still unable to sleep after two hours of crying. All I could think was that I was a total failure who would never make it in this world no matter how hard I try. I now have no grad school to look forward to, no job lined up after mine ends this Thursday, and I'm so depressed when I think of any of it that I don't even have the presence of mind to update my resume. And I'm not sure I could handle another round of grad school rejections.
A normal person would look at all the love they have in their life, buckle up, find that job, not think themselves a total failure, and carry on. I'm just defeated, and I know I shouldn't feel this way. I know it's probably the hormones talking, and I want to talk louder than they do, but my eyes tear up every time I open my resume and look at all the things I did that led me nowhere. All of the dreams that now seem unattainable.
I know there are other paths... all I tried was Ph.D. programs, which was stupid. But I listened to my advisors at school who said I'd make the first cut at any school given my credentials. How wrong they were, and how stupid I was to blindly follow. I should have tried Masters programs like my friend (who, as I said, got into both of her programs). She didn't even apply to psych Ph.D. programs because of how competitive they are.
In any case, I'm rambling again. Just another night where I spent at least two hours crying, two hours dwelling... this isn't like me. I'm changing physically in all the ways I want, but emotionally it's become a serious struggle to even get out of bed at a time when I need to be at my best.
So yes... I'm calling the doctor today.