What started out to be a wonderful life with my husband is over for me. We have been through many trials together. We were still as one when we came out of them.
I had a serious car accident in 2015. I was cut out of my car and flown into a trauma hospital unresponsive. My husband was begging and pleading for me to come back . I made it back.
Then about a year after that I went into a severe episode of depression and anxiety. Going through it I wanted to die and trying to figure out how I could do it . Again my husband was there spoon feeding me food. I got down to less than a 100lbs. He sat with me day after day. I was drug resistant and suffered extreme side effects. Taking every drug on the market. Finally got the right one , got up on my feet after a year and was full of energy and life.
2017 I had a relapse and again got in bed and didn’t move. I cried and screamed constantly i told everyone I was dieing and that I loved them. I am still in misery after being put on lamotrigine and Zoloft. Sick all the time. Still was crying and begging to die. I am still trying to get past the side effects. Which are maddening.
The shock came when my husband of 47 years died suddenly right before my eyes before thanksgiving . I don’t understand. I crawled up in a dark room and scream out “WHY”. I’m on a roller coaster. I want to be with him.
I have joined a grief share at a local church. I also have a woman trained in grief and loss. I go once a week. But had to cancel many times because of these reactions to the meds.
I’m sick, mad,shocked,guilty,lonely .. take me . I’m the one that is sick.
So sorry for the long post.