Exercise should be a “core treatment” for people with depression, academics have said, after a new study suggested that some forms of exercise were just as good as therapy and even better than anti-depressants.
Walking, jogging, yoga and strength training appeared to be more effective than other types of exercises, according to a major new analysis.
And the more vigorous the exercise, the better, according to a research team led by academics in Australia.
But even low intensity exercises such as walking and yoga had meaningful benefit.
The effect of exercise appeared superior to antidepressants, according to the study which has been published in The BMJ.
But when exercise was combined with antidepressants, this improved the effect of the drugs.
That’s lovely but as the article tucks away at the end pretty unrealistic.
When people experience more severe forms of depression simply offering exercise may not be completely helpful, for example, when someone is struggling to get out of bed let alone get to the gym.
Depression is a spectrum. When I was suffering I was still able to go to work and school, I was just in a sort of behavioral rut where that’s all I did. Every experience I had felt like eating unseasoned food. There was no joy to it, it was just “if I don’t do this I’ll die and I guess I don’t want that…”. I tried Effexor and not only did it not help, it destabilized me pretty badly. Getting into the habit of exercising first thing in the morning every day has really turned that around.
Effexor
Absolutely everyone I have talked to/seen who has taken effexor has horror stories about it. That drug should not be prescribed.
For me it caused multiple manic episodes. One where I had a seizure. One where I didn’t sleep for a week and was hearing voices by the end(and some worse stuff I don’t want to mention). Also weird sensory effects. It’s been 4 years since I have taken it and I still don’t feel like I have recovered from the trauma of that drug.
Exercise has been helping a lot lately tho. I cant say I do it every day but I do a moderately intense exercise session about 1-3 times a week. Intense enough my legs hurt the next day. Tho I do forget to do it some weeks.
I was in the “struggles to get out of bed” category of depression. For me what helped was just doing the absolute minimum amount of exercise I could muster, like jog in place for a min while I waited for my hot pocket to nuke. Just did that every once in a while when I remembered. Having a baseline of occasionally doing it let me build on that over many months to more intense exercises. I’m not going to say my depression is cured but it has very objectively improved. Getting out of bed is not nearly as hard now, and my ability to take care of myself and my environment has improved as well. Looking for work again too.
That’s on them. They’d no different than them being to depressed to get up and take their medicine.
If exercise is the best treatment for depression, and someone refuses to exercise… well, enjoy depression I guess.
I hope you never experience crippling depression where it takes all your mental energy just to get out of bed and shower, where, the thought of doing anything more is just too much.
Exercise is wonderful, and yes helps massively. But depression is a feedback loop. You know exercise (or going to therapy) will make you feel better, but depression stops you, so you start beating yourself up about how much of a worthless piece of shit stain person you are because yes, you’re right it is, on you and you’re making your depression worse you can’t even fucking help yourself you lazy fucking cunt arse piece of shit fucker. And society thinks you’re a lazy fat useless slob who is no good to anyone and what’s the point of it anyway. What’s the point of trying to help yourself when you’ll just fuck it up anyway like you fuck up everything because you’re a useless waste of oxygen.
One of the problems with depression is that it’s corrosive to your internal drive. “Just” getting up and exercising takes the same level of will as “just” getting up and running an ultra-marathon.
Depression isn’t just feeling sad. Its depression of the synapses in the brain. This means it takes FAR more effort just to do simple things. One of the areas affected is the executive functioning. This is the part that enables the shift from thinking “I want to exercise” to actually doing it. Effectively it translates will power into action. When this area is depressed it’s akin to a car with a damaged gearbox, no amount of revving the engine will just make it work.
It’s like “just” fighting off cancer. Depression is an illness. Exercise can be a good treatment for some people but we wouldn’t leave it up to a cancer patient to determine and manage their own treatment. Especially when the illness actively prevents the patient from being able to “self medicate” as it were.
Mental illness is illness. If someone had a physical disability that made even going to physical therapy difficult, we’d expect more resources to be directed to help them get there to improve their lives. Or at the very least, we’d have enough empathy to say “damn, that sucks, and it isn’t your fault alone.”
I genuinely hope you never have to experience a mental health that gives you a real perspective on how that deep depression feels. But I also hope you show basic empathy to people struggling. It’s a boomer mindset that’s trickled down to us.
Bipolar 1 checking in:
Exercise has been a godsend. When I’ve been better, I would run a 5k a day at lunch. I felt calmer, more stable, and happier.
But when the depression hits, the whole process falls apart. I’ll find myself smoking weed to try and numb the feelings but I just end up in a hole for weeks or months. Are these things I can change? Yea, but if I don’t have the support of professionals, meds, friends and family, I don’t get that push that gets me out of it.
But maybe you have had that experience of waking up on a new day. Perhaps the first day of spring. Perhaps after an oddly good sleep. You wake up and that voice saying “it doesn’t have to be like this” is louder than the voice telling you “it’s hopeless to try”.
Moods go up, moods go down. I have found the time I’m strongest against my depression is when I’m stable, and it’s the actions I do then that help me survive the darkness. Exercise won’t get me out of a depression, but it does keep it from rearing it’s ugly head; at least for one more day.
I know one day I will go back to that hole. I know full well my brightest days will come to an end and I will feel that empty feeling. Until then, I try to put on my running shoes, start my running playlist, and take it one step at a time.
P.S, sorry for launching you meeps.
