The new edition of Depression builds on the original research and approach of the seminal first edition, including the tests of Freud's theory that led to a new system of psychological theory and therapy, one that addresses the negative schema and automatic thoughts that can trap people in painful emotional states. Beck and Alford examine selected scientific tests and randomized controlled trials that have enhanced the cognitive approach since the time it was first introduced.
Incorporating accepted changes in the definitions and categories of the various mood disorders into its discussion, Depression addresses the treatment role of revolutionary drugs, such as the selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), electroconvulsive therapy (ECT), and transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) in relation to cognitive approaches. Beck and Alford explore research on neurotrophic and neurogenesis theories of depression. They also report on advances in psychosocial treatment of depression, including the value of cognitive therapy in the prevention of relapse.
This theory builds on the heritage of Harry Stack Sullivan and John Bowlby and their focus on interpersonal issues and attachment on depression. Research shows that four categories of interpersonal difficulties predominate: grief, interpersonal disputes, role transitions. and interpersonal deficits. In this approach, the therapist focuses on the patient's primary problems and evaluates the need for medication in addition to interpersonal therapy. Acknowledging that these four areas are never mutually exclusive, the authors present a clear treatment strategy for each, augmenting their presentation with a discussion of common obstacles that arise during treatment.
As an overview, the book compares interpersonal psychotherapy with other psychotherapies for depression. Summaries of research documenting the efficacy of interpersonal psychotherapy are given.The authors outline the theoretical basis for an interpersonal approach, and apply it to depression. The following sections detail how to conduct interpersonal psychotherapy, supplying case vignettes to illustrate particular problems. Finally, the authors explore combining interpersonal psychotherapy with pharmacotherapy.
Some of the topics covered in the book are the chemotherapy of anxiety; treatment of alcohol withdrawal; use of anxiolytics in patients with medical illness; chemotherapy of affective disorders; monoamine oxidase inhibitors; atypical antidepressants; indications for lithium therapy; and treatments for manic-depressive disease. The chemotherapy of schizophrenia is fully covered. The electroconvulsive therapy is discussed in detail. The text describes in depth the systemic morbidity and mortality. The effect of electroconvulsive therapy in the central nervous system is presented completely. A chapter is devoted to the use of the clinical laboratory. Another section focuses on the chromosomal abnormalities.
The book can provide useful information to psychologists, doctors, students, and researchers.
Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal. Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel. Fame is a load of shit.
And all she asked is for me to stay sober. That’s it. What Roxy didn’t get was that I was a rock star. I was THE Jag Steele. There were expectations that I couldn’t quiet live up to.
I wanted to love her. I wanted her to love me, but sometimes, the ugly parts of a person, well, they’re too much to manage. She’d be best to let me go. And I’d be better off remaining numb.
Sex is all I need. I don’t need love.
I’m Rush Wilder, bassist of Pandemic Sorrow, which means I can practically have any woman I want—except Jules. She’s off limits because she’s part of that industry that owns my ass. And that’s fine, because I’m a rocker through and through. Girls that will never have me for more than one night. Wild parties. Tours. . .and Jules always in the back of my mind.
Sex was all I had. And she made me think maybe rock stars do need someone to love after all
My life was mapped out and planned to perfection. I knew exactly what I wanted and where I was going, until I was thrust into his world and ripped from mine. In the blink of an eye everything shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion. Now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want - perhaps not even my own freedom.
I’m the definition of wrong. I’m violent, I’m greedy, and I stop at nothing to win. I’m a notorious bookie and in my game paying with your life is not just a figure of speech. You lose, I collect. I take whatever you have. She’s collateral for a debt, and if that debt’s not paid someone will die. This should be just business, so why can’t I kill her?Everything is not always as it seems.
Lust. Blood. Lies.
Nothing this wrong should feel so right.
Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag would have any significance on the rest of my life, but it did. I found out that sometimes the thing that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.Some people may say our story is too screwed up to be a romance, but for two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.
Jude Pearson could just as well kill me as kiss me most days. He was my captor, my living hell, and yet, he became my saviour, my heart. Stupid. He’s heartless, conditioned to feel nothing, and so I ran... straight into the clutches of his enemy. Joe Campbell wants Jude to suffer, and I just became a pawn in a very dangerous game. Joe has broken me in every way, everything that I once was stripped away, and in its place is festering hatred and a rage so cold I feel nothing else. I have one purpose. Revenge.
Love makes you weak; it makes you irrational. She was collateral, completely innocent when she was unwillingly dragged into my corrupt world. With the damage I’d already caused her, I couldn’t let her love me, so I let her go, and now...he has her. No matter where she is, she will always be mine. This man has taken every-fucking-thing from me, and he has the last thing that matters to me. I will kill him. Slowly. Joe Campbell better run because the devil is fucking coming for him. Sometimes two wrongs can make a right.
Our Wrath binds us, but it may also break us.