I feel like I don't know what to try anymore. I've attempted so many medications while in such a heightened state of severe anxiety, I was on Clonazepam for 2 years straight with symptoms still leaking through. My memory, understanding, problem-solving, speech, writing- it all feels like it's taking a turn for the worst, recently. I can hardly think. I continue to get strange symptoms. If an actual health development occurs, I have a full-blown crisis. Taking medication is always, always a problem. I get the most ridiculous symptoms from every single medication. Recently I stopped the Clonazepam after 2 years of coping, because I was concerned with my cognitive impairment trouble. For a month it was hard, but bearable. Then I got a new job. I started at Navy Federal, and instantaneously, it all came crashing down. 3 emergency room visits for the first time in 2 years, starting new mental health medication that severely impacted me for a few weeks, unsolved reproductive organ concerns and surgeries on the horizon. A tumor I've known I have on an ovary of mine suddenly got bigger, so surgery is now imminent. I've never had surgery before, and I have a phobia of being numbed ever since a traumatic experience where I was completely numb for over 8 hours. I hate that I can't work right now, and I hate that I still live at home. My parents do what they can, but often make me feel absolutely TERRIBLE and belittle me if I have a health concern. I have a low fever right now, I'm spotting two weeks earlier than an expected period, and it's probably because of the tumor and because our family was sick half a week ago and I got it, but I don't feel it's irrational to be nervous. Especially since we don't have working instruments to check my temperature. They use a thermometer from 2002 and don't have replacements on the end. I asked if we could get a new pack of replacement coverings and/or a new thermometer ($10) and my mother was appalled I had the "nerve" to ask for them to use more money and time on me. There's so much to unpack with them- I can barely be around them anymore because of how poorly we get along. I stay in my room in my bed every day. I've developed severe agoraphobia, I have panic and general anxiety disorder, and I battle DPDR, PTSD and Depression. I can't leave the house anymore unless it's something I have to do, it's become too much. I'm in a behavioral health therapy group (DBT) and it's not really doing much except making me have panic attacks every time I have to be around people. I was referred by the ER doctor, so my parents insist it must be helpful. If I want to "stay living in their house", I have to keep going. At this particular moment, given everything, I am at a loss. My psychiatrist wants me to try a new medication, and I feel so detached from reality I don't know if I can do it. I don't feel like my surroundings look normal, though they look just fine- it's like a recognition thing. I assume it's DPDR but sometimes I think I've finally just started to go crazy. Or I worry about other cognitive impairments because I can hardly believe this is fixable with anxiety treatment. The Clonazepam is just making it worse. I just want to curl in a ball on my bed and stare at the wall for years and years and years. I don't find joy in nearly anything anymore, save for seeing my boyfriend occasionally- the only thing I feel I have left of my former life. He refuses to give up on me. I need it right now. I'm lucky I have him. I know I need to exercise, I need to go outside, I know I'm likely suffering from isolation mental-health-related issues. But I can't stop the "I'm going to have a crisis" to "I'm having a crisis" to "I need to get to the ER" thought pipeline and frankly can't afford the ER again. I'm starting individual therapy virtually tomorrow- it's not the first time I've tried it, but I'm hoping this time it helps, I need someone to vent to so bad. But I also am expected to go in for a bladder check tomorrow, where they're going to numb me around the waist, so they can check why I have UTI symptoms without UTIS. Every day I'm either going to a medical appointment or rotting in my room. I am so very sad, scared and lost. I know I'm young. I try to remind myself that this could all go away if I put my mind to it. I just feel like I'm surrounded by people who don't know what to tell me when I ask "how," or if they do, my parents are necessary in involvement for healing and they don't want anything to do with me right now. I wouldn't either- I just don't know what to do.😔
I guess I kind of just needed to get it out, but any and all advice is welcome. Thank you.