Hi everyone,
First off, I'm new here so I'm not quite sure what protocol/etiquette is for posts. I looked around online for forums where I could discuss my issues with anxiety/depression/bipolar disorder (see what I mean? There's a lot going on and I'm trying to parcel through it...) and wound up finding this site.
So basically about a month or six weeks ago I had this weird moment where I drove home from work and couldn't get out of the car. I just sat there. I didn't want to move or do anything, just stared ahead. Then my boyfriend came outside and tried to talk to me but left me alone because he thought I wanted space (really I just felt completely frozen and didn't know what to say to him). Finally I got up and when I went inside he literally had to help me undress and get out of my work clothes/into bed/etc.
Then maybe a week or two after that I had this weird urge to go outside in my underwear and lay in the rain under a tree. I did it for maybe an hour? I hid behind a tree though because I didn't want neighbors to see me (so at least I had a little bit of sense left in me...) Then I got really cold so I went inside.
This past Tuesday the worst thing happened. I was screaming and crying in my car after class. I had no idea what was going on or why I was feeling like that. I have klonopin that I'm supposed to take (in small doses) if I feel the onset of symptoms, but 1. things had never gotten this bad before and 2. I drive to school and I didn't want to risk driving and taking klonopin. Anyway, I was crying hysterically, I mean HYSTERICALLY, in my car and I banged my head on the steering wheel a little bit, hit myself in the side of the head, etc. Weird self-injurious stuff that I've never done before. Finally I knew I had to get out of there and made the drive home -- definitely didn't feel safe. I was speeding through a residential neighborhood and I knew it but I had to get home. I was filled with dread at getting home, even though I knew my boyfriend wasn't there. I just didn't want to be in this lonely place that I've started to associate with complete loneliness and isolation.
When I got home, the worst urge came over me. I went into the bathroom, took out a nail scissor, and cut myself in the stomach. Like snipped at my stomach with the scissors, not just dragged it across my stomach to make a cut. Straight up snipping at my skin. And then I felt this bizarre euphoria, like laughing and just feeling sort of high almost? And I just calmly went into bed. Then I took a nail file and started to file over these scabs I had on my hands because I wanted to see more blood.
I've NEVER done anything self-injurious in my life. I've dealt with anxiety and depression for at least about 16 years or so (I'm 26 now) and have been on various antidepressants for maybe five or six years. Currently, I take Effexor 150mg and Lamictal, which has just been increased from 100 to 150 and now I'm at 200. Definitely haven't been feeling any better but I think it does take a little while.
I've never felt suicidal before either. I run through all the things in my head that keep me going -- my boyfriend, my mom, my niece and my nephews. Honestly my dog too, even if that sounds silly. I can't imagine leaving any of those people (or animal).
But just now I got my first suicidal thought ever. No idea where it came from or what is happening. And it was small, just creeping up the back of my head. But I thought well, hmm, dying might not be so bad.
Is it my medication that's doing this to me? Is it that black box warning you see on every antidepressant that warns you that there's a risk of suicide with these meds?? Am I having some sort of weird adverse reaction to these meds? I've been on Effexor for about two years now (before that Prozac, which was making me hypomanic on a high dose) and Lamictal maybe for...four years? Five years? Not sure.
My doctor wants me to start taking 25mg Seroquel at night. He says this should be a temporary thing. But how can all of this be temporary? Everything is only getting worse.
And the weirdest thing is that I'll be totally fine like an hour or two later. Making jokes and smiling. It makes no sense. What is happening to me? Has anyone ever experienced something like this? My doctor thinks it's panic attacks but... I don't know, this seems way more extreme. And there's no like suppressed breathing or racing heartbeat or anything, more like racing thoughts I can't control, and repeated thoughts over and over again ("Why is this happening why is this happening why is this happening" etc).
Sorry I know that was a lot. Does anyone have any insight on this? Any thoughts are appreciated.