Hi Susan,
I'm so sorry that you've been depressed. I'm really glad you posted, though. I think you'll find tons of support here. A lot of people just don't understand that it's a very real, serious condition. In the past, I've had people ask me, "Why are you depressed." Most of the time, there is no reason, and people who've never experienced it don't get that. Let me tell you lol, boy do I get it!
Let me try to sum it up...
My dad has had depression/anxiety since he was 20...many of his brothers & sisters have it also. When I was a kid, I could never get to sleep, and was just worried all the time. When I was about 4 or so, he "saw" a look or something, and said, "Oh god, she's got it." I can really trace it's progression since then. At about 15 or so, things got serious- didn't want to socialize, just down all the time. This continued until I was 17- on & off meds, shrinks, therapists, etc. In the meantime, my family life was insane- dad an alcoholic, I developed bulimia, held everything inside.
First year of college, gained 30 pounds- food for comfort, always too tired to do anything, cycles of insomnia/sleeping half the day. Stopped socializing completely, agoraphobia, left college (very out of character). Lots of anxiety attacks, deep constant depression. Sleep felt like the only reprieve even though it was never peaceful sleep.
Cut my arm up with a scissor, I suppose a suicide attempt, which I am very ashamed of. I really didn't want to die, I just wanted all the pain to stop, and at that point it seemed like it never would. Landed in Psych Ward of the hospital, scariest thing I'd ever experienced. Luckily, I started taking Wellbutrin & Lexapro, which seem to be the key for me. Took about a year and a half to get the dosage right- 10 mg Lexapro, 200mg Wellbutrin 2x/day. Really didn't notice that I actually functioned better until I missed a few pills one week and my mood changed completely, terrifying!
Barely finished a semester at school, took off 3 in total. Still no socializing, panic attacks when going out, therapy weekly. Enrolled in online course in Jan.- big relief- my brain's functioning just fine but the other things aren't in check yet. Haven't seen friends or fam in a year or two, just started getting out to do errands a few times a week recently. Overall, feel much better- see the light at the end of the tunnel, but always afraid depression will sneak up on me. I can't put any pressure on myself- I make no commitments to babysit, go to fam functions, hang out with friends. Pressure leads to overwhelming anxiety. Decided to take it slow, stick it out for as long as it takes.
Geez this is long... Dad has been great support- truly believe this is genetic, many similar experiences, thoughts, phobias, basically finishing each other's sentences.
Feeling pretty good for a while until younger sister got out of control- drugs, alcohol, major anger issues. This is going on right now- she may have Borderline Personality Disorder. Very hard to live with her, can be so mean & explosive, she & my parents arguing all the time. I took Xanax twice in the past week and a half because I have the feeling that I call "precursor to anxiety attack," body feels weird, heart beats fast, tense, shaky, can't concentrate. I hate to take Xanax because I don't want to rely on it, but I couldn't calm down otherwise. Haven't exercised or eaten well in two weeks b/c of this...very frustrating.
I'm fairly sure I'll be on meds the rest of my life. I'm okay with that now, but I know there will be tough times. I'd love nothing more than to have kids someday, but I don't think I'll be able to be pregnant because I can't function without the meds, and also, I don't want to pass this on to my hypothetical kids. All of that is a long way off but on my mind once in a while.
Whew...sorry this was so long. Oh- and no side effects with Wellbutrin or Lexapro. Took Depakote (bipolar drug) for a month or two after hospital...hated it, more tired, hair fell out ( not noticeable to others but lost many strands shampooing & brushing). Stop taking that b/c I don't have bipolar.
Please excuse me for being so open. I think that makes some people uncomfortable, but sometimes I think it's important to share b/c someone else might be going through the same thing.
So, Susan, you are not alone! Please post if you ever feel the need.
I hope things start looking up!
Gina