I’m so sick of my depression and anxiety. I can’t get a break from it and I can’t seem to shake it this time. Not sure if the quarantine is adding to it, but it’s bad. I started lexapro and was about a month in and had to stop because I swear it was increasing both.
But lately I’ve been having really intrusive thoughts, especially about not having the will to live or that my kids would be better off without me. They are intrusive because they are extremely bothersome, but still very scary having them. I went through an extremely traumatic event about a month ago, so much so that I don’t think I can elaborate publicly about it, but it’s really messed me up. I’m happy to share privately, just am ashamed to do so publicly. I don’t know how I’m ever going to move past this, my mind is like reliving the events over and over again.
Suggestions to stop this suffering? I’m going on a solo trip to Arizona to be with a family member for a few days because my health is just suffering tremendously from this. I’m young, I’m only 31, but I feel like I’m dying, constantly.