Getting Help For Depression Clinical Psychology After what seemed like an endless 10 year battle with depression I finally found advice and a product that actually helped and it was homeopathic, so I didn’t need my doctor very much anymore. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. The combination was unbelievable! Over a 10 year period, I struggled with the debilitating effects of depression. I went from one doctor to the next. All of them simply offered drugs like Prozac, Cymbalta or Zoloft. Let me tell you I tried most of the common drugs out there and they made me feel too weird or didn’t work for very long. Many had bad side effects. I just couldn’t stand it and things were almost getting worse. I sought help from a clicical psychologist on the northern beaches. Eventually, I found some fantastic products that really helped me understand depression and cure it in myself. I will tell you exactly what I found and how it helped me. It was all in two products. One was called Treating Depression Homeopathically and the other was natural medicine called MindSoothe. Once I combined some sensible knowledge with a natural remedy I was basically cured! My name is Sarah McLain. Like so many people of many ages, I suffered unnecessarily for over 10 years and became desperate. Things Got Worse Without my psychologist I had never been that depressed as a young person, but after I had kids and went through a divorce, I simply felt more and more depressed. Not too many years later I lost my mom. I couldn’t get it together. My whole life was altered. My doctors told me I was having a Serotonin problem. Inevitable things got worse and next thing you know I was on prescription medication, going from one drug to the next. I tried going off of them at various times and I got crazy thinking I couldn’t live without them. I didn’t understand depression. I Talked to Others About It My Clinical Psychologist Helped I tried to hide my depression because, to me, it was downright embarrassing. But I would be at work trying not to cry and sometimes poorly dressed, or with no make-up on. I just didn’t care. It is just way too hard to function with depression eating away at you. A girlfriend of mine finally had the nerve to say something and we ended up talking about it for a few days. That alone helped a lot. I told her about what seemed like my endless battle and the amount of money I had wasted trying drugs that ultimately did not work that well.