This is my first post and of course my head is telling me that I’m an idiot for even posting here but I feel like my family and friends are over me complaining about my issues. Hoping that maybe just putting my thoughts out into the universe will help me feel better.
Backstory, I’ve been battling anxiety and depression since age 15 I am now 34. After years of different doctors I finally found one that was able to help me. When I started seeing him I was at my lowest, unable to make a phone call, scared to answer the door, leaving the house induced panic in my chest. I was 30 years old and had never had a drivers license because I was afraid of every aspect of getting said license. I was at my breaking point, I didn’t plan or want to kill myself but I didn’t care if I lived or died. The latter would have been a relief. My new doctor and I worked to find the right medications for me, he introduced me to yoga (something I had always laughed at) after some time I felt “normal”. I had never felt “normal” in my life. The last two years have been amazing. I became the person that I had always wanted to be... I felt normal. I was able to interact with people, I had no issues calling and making appointments, I felt like I was finally the mom my son had always deserved and needed and I finally FINALLY did what I needed to do to get my license. Things were good and I was working hard to maintain my mental health and doing what I could to fix the f$&@?! up way my head works. All of a sudden 2 months ago my insurance lets me know that I can no longer see the doctor that saved my life. I was due for an appointment for a med check which would now be done by my new doctor that my insurance company had so kindly picked out for me. At this first appointment all of my progress went right out the window. I was back at square one. The doc took me off of every single medication I was taking even my arthritis medication. He wants to “start over”. I can feel myself slipping back into that dark place once again. Everyday gets a little worse and I fucking hate it. I see where this ride is going and I want to get off. He started me on yet another antidepressant, it has helped my depression but now I constantly focus on my anxiety. Yay. I can’t relax, my brain won’t stfu and I cry all the time. On top of the medical stuff this has been the toughest year of my entire life. I can’t even put into words the amount of crap that’s been thrown our way. We’ve dealt with multiple challenges that most people won’t deal with in their entire life in just one year. It’s just not fair... how much can one person possibly take. Where do I go from here? How am I supposed to dig myself out of this hole for a second time when it almost killed me the first time?