Hello everyone,
I have had depression fir over 30 years but mostly is was controlled and I functioned fine.
I got COVID early last year and am a long hauler.
Since I had COVID moderately bad but was able to stay at home.
I was terrified and for a person with an anxiety disorder it was exceptionally scary.
I am alone and my family didnt offer any real support.
I asked my grown son to call an make sure I was "still breathing."
I called my son when I got really frightened with the breathing and my heart feeling like its going to jump out of my chest and called my son crying, his reply was "well what do you want me to do, go to the hospital," and from COVID forward I no longer responded to my antipressants and becsme paralyzed with free flowing anxiety and have been going through very bad depression for over a year now 4 medication changes ...i am starting number 5.
I was hospitalized for 5 days in July I could not stop crying and had suicidal tendencies.
I was told by my son "I did it for attention. "
I was speechless ! So the hurts just kept piling on.
Not 1 member of my small but former close family asked how I was or has since.
I will just say I have no family support and few close friends near.
My son and his wife pretty much dont contact me and told me this is my "fault."
I created this situation.
My depression has started me on video slots as I guess when I am feeling so down I try to drowned my pain in a self defeating bad habit that makes the situation even worse.
I guess because I am having such a tough time working even remotely I asked if my son might be able to help me financially a bit and stated he has "done enougjh," and got very cruel.
I know I cant afford and dont want to play slots and had been going to gamblers anonymous and asked my son if he would please speak to the group leader (she thought it might be beneficial) or a gamanon meeting to help understand this addiction that like any addiction can go with depression.
He wanted no part if it.
Son got angry with me so now I cant even see me grandson who will be 5 next month and was very close to him most of his first 4 years.
My heart is broken💔
So I am here for support, I feel very alone and also to see other people's stories they are sharing as well.
I feel like I have been living in hell off and on for over a year.
Now starting Zoloft.
Today was very bad feel like I am stuck in the well I cant crawl out of.
If anyone can relate or wants to comment, I appreciate the input.
Thanks for reading this.