Hello, this morning I'm lying in bed. I have worked at 1.30pm and I can't get up. I went to bed at approx 12 midnight after taking my meds at 10.30pm. I woke up 3 times during the night and woke up about 8am after being in and out of sleep all night.
I feel wretched as if my life was over. I'm in bed because the meds I'm on for Bipolar Haloperidol is destroying my life. I don't feel good on this and a private Integrative Psychiatrist has been tapering me off this drug gradually since Oct 2023. I was on 4mg and under the NHS then who were injecting me every month. The NHS psychiatrist kept threatening me that she'd put me on a community treatment order which means forced meds if I didn't comply. She kept telling me I was on a tiny dose of drug. However a GP I saw said actually it was massive.
My private psychiatrist thinks that I do not have Bipolar but trauma which has resulted in episodes of psychosis. In the morning my body is so stiff that I struggle to get out of bed.
If you've had an epidural before you'll know the type of feeling. I've had 7 episodes of being in hospital and each time my husband locks me out of the house as he feels that he can't cope with me reporting him to the police and social services for things I am imagine he's doing.
He has had to sell up our home on 7 occasions when I've been ill over the years. We buy a place when I'm well then I get ill he can't afford the mortgage alone and we have to sell.
I've also lost lots of friends who have all blocked me after I've been ill. I have never harmed them but have made allegations about my husband. Many of my friends had moved away because of London house prices and noted when I tried to keep in touch with them one by one they said they didn't want to keep in touch.
Worse was that they didn't want me to have their new addresses. My son then lost many childhood friends.
My illness has been complex and has coincided with the housing crisis. When my husband has locked me out the local authority refused to house me because my name has either been on the tenancy agreement or has been on the mortgage. It's been a no man's land which has left me street homeless and away from my son for as much as 2 years. I did not see his transition from boy to young man.
He ended up going to 4 senior schools and 3 colleges because of bullying and my illness I would turn up at his schools snd follow him around.
He is now 21 and has no friends because of the constant moving. He has tried making friends online but has been again badly bullied by those he's met. Or they don't want to meet in real life.
One of my few friends who had ppp at the same time as me roughly when we had our first episodes had a very loving family. Together her mum, step mum and dad who were all retired took in her daughter whose now 20 every time her mum had an episode. Her daughter is now at LSE University and my son education never got past gcse.
Our kids used to play when they were younger but I noticed a reluctance of friend to encourage them to be friends as they grew up. My friend had a recent relapse and told me during it that she had told her daughter not to be friends with my son because he's very troubled . My son has depression which she knows. I thought she'd be more understanding but she has let me down terribly.