So here's my story:
When I got pregnant with my child, my hormones shifted severely and never returned to normal after I stopped breast feeding.
I spent two years wallowing in a world of darkness. I was miserable and fighting desperately to hide it from everyone. I had everything I wanted, why wasn't I happy? Why was I sobbing in the shower over how much I hated my life?
I tried diet, exercise. I tried going to church again, and the emptiness there only made it worse. I was working with a life coach therapist, and I truly believe she's the only reason I didn't physically hurt some people.
See, that was the biggest issue: I never thought about hurting myself or the baby, so I didn't tell my doctor what was happening with me. I saw it as my failure and it was my responsibility to fix it. Alone.
My partner didn't know how to help me. My friends didn't know how to help me. All they could do was love me and watch me struggle.
After two years of never seeing up, I talked to my doctor. I got an antidepressant. And I was already back on birth control. That's the important part of this story.
I knew I didn't want more kids, so I talked to my doctor and my friends that had an IUD and decided it was right for me. But no, no it wasn't.
Because my depression isn't just about receptors. It's hormone regulation too. I need birth control as a hormone regulator so I can be in control of myself, my thoughts, and my life. The side effect of making pregnancy almost impossible is good too.
Now, here's the big deal that everybody wants to forget in this religious argument.
I have to learn what PHI is and pass a certification every year. Above all things, patient information is to be protected. HIPAA means business. Maybe we should educate the legislators and the administration.