I probably always had Depression and Anxiety, but lost my coping mechanism due to Covid taking away my routine. The result has been severe anxiety and depression. I am on Zyprexa, setraline and Trazadone and go for CBT. My life has been destroyed by the depression and anxiety with no end in sight.
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Welcome to the group. You are not alone. It is so hard when there is no end in sight. Have you found any benefits yet from the meds and the CBT?
Welcome.
Thanks for the welcome. What does the silver mean?
It gets better they say but it's easier said than done. Try to be the observer of your depression and ask yourself questions like why am I feeling like this. Try to be more in the moment. I struggle with this as well. I'm not on any meds I'm trying a different approach. But good luck
I know all the phrases. I could almost teach the responses
Of how to think, but I have a hard time executing. If it were easy for me, I would not be in the boat I am in.
Hi! We're all in the same boat here. I just found out that having Covid triggered my daughter's brand-spanking-new hereditary anxiety disorder last fall. I'm in grad school while on disability, so situational stress, PTSD, ADHD, a laundry list of chronic musculoskeletal arthritis, pain disorders plus a whole lot more, make life “neuro spicy”! I use sardonic humor to survive this life and garden like a squirrel looking for last year’s nuts. You're with good people. I'm a sporadic regular. So, I drop in between the next more intense crisis.
My untrained suggestion is to compile a team of professionals to help you through this roller coaster people call life. I call it my personal “$/’tshow”.
I have a case manager, an insurance nurse on call, a disability career counselor, a therapist, a psychiatrist, peer support, parent mentor, nurse practitioner as my PCP, a team of obgyn’s specializing in pelvic pain and my daughter's IEP team and Ohio Rise team for overflow stress help.
Ask for help, the universe will provide it for you. I sound like a hippy because I am one, but the best way to survive is with a group supporting you as you walk the treacherous toe path in between the rising waters of a flooded canal next to the flooding river.
This journey that we take with mental health issues feels like a personal assault, but with a change in perspective, it is a rough patch since most of us live to be 70-90 years old. I'm 53, disabled, about to get evicted from my permanent residence, so I will have no place to live with my daughter after I graduate this Spring. I also need to find a place to store my scrap yard, machine shop, and belongings from a four-bedroom house with a three-car garage filled with sculpture supplies during the Fall semester of my last year of graduate school. Yes, this is my daughter’s father evicting us.
So, you see you are not alone on your path to wellness. Some are lucky to have bouts of major depressive episodes with dysthymia in between. Happiness is short-lived, but what I look forward to even for 15 minutes before more $/’t hits the fan.
Be well and keep making progress. That's all we can do.
-Wick Neo