Hey everyone... I’m new to this community and my first time sharing about my ANXIETY/DEPRESSION. I’ve read some other posts and it looks like I’m not alone when I say I don’t talk to anyone else in person (no friends really at all) besides my mother and my doctors.
To say I lost it all is an understatement. Back in 2012/2013 I worked really hard - literally blood, sweat and tears - to finally be my best self. And I mean that mentally, emotionally, socially and physically. Once it took a year to drop 95 lbs and running became part of my life, everything else fell into place. I was more nervous being that happy and fulfilled that I spent a lot of time worried when the shoe was going to drop. I had never had a “normal life” before @ 37 yrs old - I had been used to and comfortable w being depressed. You have to actually work at being happy. Being isolated and depressed was my way. But having my own apartment, a real connection with my family and a few good friends, an amazing boyfriend that made me laugh every minute we were together, volunteering and most important, being able to look in the mirror and actually like what I saw was new to me. I relished in it. I earned it.
Anyway, I left it ALL behind in NYC for a man I thought I knew. He asked me to marry him and move down to FL to be with him - start a life. And all I’ve ever dreamed of was getting married and being a MOM. And that’s all I saw when he came back into my life out of the blue. I had complete tunnel vision and no one could stop me. After 2 yrs together there and moving into a house with the picket fence, dog etc - I thought that was it. But I realized something wasn’t right. And taking marriage very seriously, I canceled the wedding 2 weeks prior. He was so infuriated with me that his anger eventually turned into hate and the abuse and torture started. And it never stopped for two more years until I was finally able to “run” back home to my family. But by then, after so much mental torture from him and two miscarriages he blamed me for; calling me a “murderer” I felt I was broken as a woman and as a person. I had gained most of the weight back and had nothing when I returned home. I moved in w my mother in a tiny apartment in NYC.
I have been hospitalized every few years since I was 19 either for severe depression or anxiety or what my mother calls a “tune up” on my meds. But last year, I was hospitalized six times. I felt and feel like I could never get back on my feet. I developed now severe anxiety with moments of utter dread and epic FEAR. It’s hard for me to just leave the apartment. I have managed to stay out of the hospital since Oct of last year. I finally found a very very good private psychiatrist and therapist. I even took a Genealogy test that tells the doctor what psychiatric meds are right for you and those that are not. I recommend people to looking into this test as we all know we feel like lab rats as doctors go through trial and error testing different meds on us. This is THE TEST that a lot of people with mental illness has been waiting for. But no one will get it out there because it will give faster answers to doctors treating people inpatient, thus allowing them to be discharged sooner thus losing $$$. PLEASE if you’re struggling with the wrong meds, please look into it. It’s covered.
That’s my story thus far. I struggle daily. I try to keep myself awake at night because I know the anxiety and dread and hopelessness will sink in the second I open my eyes. It’s a horrible feeling. And as my biggest support, my mother has struggled too. I can’t imagine what it’s like to live with me. My sadness will rub off onto her and that breaks my heart. I feel as though there are so many steps I need to take to get some sort of life back again but the thought of where to start overwhelms me to the point my stomach twists and turns. I’ve achieved starting small things here and there, like running again, only to take another 3 steps back because I’m just consumed with FEAR. I’m frustrated and refuse to go back into the hospital to be poked and prodded by student doctors who are pretty much practicing on us.
If anyone has any advice or can relate to my story... PLEASE reach out to me as this took me two weeks to write and reach out myself. My therapist says it’s a start and then hopefully I can move onto in person support groups. But I’m a ways from there.
Thank you, sincerely for listening.
Aimee