Hello everyone. I've posted on here before, in the early days of my developing condition and I'm as much giving an update to not only help others but to get this issue off my chest. So, here goes....
After a short stay on a crisis support unit locally, I decided it was not the best environment for recovery. Too dark, too grey, too dreary, too quiet. I came home armed with a new anti depressant called mirtazapine. As well as my usual dose of rispiridone ( anti-psychotic ). It hasn't been a simple switch over from my seroxat ( old anti depressant ). Today has been the worst yet, even though I was taken off the seroxat slowly, I have been on this tablet for almost 8 years and there has been some residual effect. I have literally cried all day, I've hated every single cell in my body, I've hated my dad for trying to help and my partner for saying the wrong thing. Most of all, I've hated myself for getting so ill. All of which after a few stable hours this afternoon, I can honestly say experiencing these symptoms were like hell on earth. I have prayed to God ( I'm not religious ) and I feel the storm is over. I prayed for my own mental health to slowly return to some sort of normal level. Basically, as my new meds are slowly kicking in, what I am trying to say is, as you recover, there will be days like this. It's tough, you hate it, your head feels like someone has stuffed your brain full of cotton wool and the real you will never return. But, you will because you are strong for even dealing with all this in the first place. I mean we are warriors in the true sense of the word...battling through each day. Moment by moment or hour by hour. It doesn't matter how, all that matters is that you are moving forward, even if you crawl.
I wish each and every person that goes through this illness and reads this, a full and fabulous recovery. Thanks for reading xx