Around a year ago, I started to enter the worst depression I had ever felt, from November to January I was down bad. I had to take time out of work, move back to my family home because I couldn’t look after myself on my own, I wasn’t feeding myself and I needed other people to give me that push to get out of bed. I stared Citalopram and slowly but surely got somewhat better so I could return to work. I had a couple of set backs but kept moving. I rushed to come off the Citalopram because I didn’t like some of the side effects.
Been off them for around about 4 months and now it’s all coming back
I prayed that I’d be back to my normal self by now but I do know that progress isn’t linear and neither is recovery. I’m trying to be kind to myself but anxiety and intrusive thoughts are getting the better of me.
Today I start therapy. I hope it’s a turning point. I hope the next 12 months are better.