- Feb 26, 2000
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I've been suffering from absolute crippling depression over the last 6 weeks. I've tried and tried to kick it but nothing is helping. I've seen the head doc and got meds adjusted but still nada. I've been 'treated' for years but nothing real successful has come out of it. I've been on just about a ton of different anti-depressants with no luck. They Diagnosed me with Manic depression (Bi-Polar I hate that word) and I've tried those medications with piss poor results. I've done the counseling thing for years with little to no success. I'm desperate to try anything to get this kicked. Its effecting my life, my ability to work and get things done, my relationships and I fear that it will eventually eat my relationship with my GF who I love dearly.
If sticking my tounge in a light socket will help, do you want me to drink a glass of water first to get the oral cavity saturated for conductivity?
oh yeah, I have insomnia now too...it sucks!
Help...
In a much better space.
When I posted this I was on the brink. Basically what happened was I spiraled in to what is called a psychotic depression (what a fucked up name! I'm not NUTZ!) I called my mother who is my savior when crap hits the fan and she called my doctors who quickly called me to make sure I was safe (I was) They got me on yet another pill to pull out of whatever hell I had managed to achieve.
I started getting depressed about 6 weeks ago. I think that it was triggered by a change in medication, I needed to come off an antidepressant because it was sending me in to manic episodes and I was in a rebound depression. Usually I can catch the fact that I'm going down and take a few breaths and kick it. In this case it got progressively worse.
During that week I got a call telling me one of our cats had been run over and died. This didn't help matters. After that I began to build a lot of anxiety and stress related to school work, work work, and money which were all now being well impacted. At this point things went from bad to worse. I cut off most contact with the outside world and became a shut in getting out of bed long enough to shit and shave.
Then worse got horrible...I began to have insomnia and constant fatigue. I couldn't sleep and when I could it didn't do anything for me. This culminated in to me not sleeping for 50 hours strait, which by the way is a horrible experience, and me grasping to get some type of help. I was considering calling 911 and just getting picked up and stuck in the loony bin.
Thank goodness for my mother, my doctors and the people of this forum for reaching out in my time of greatest need in my life so far. What a horrible ordeal I'm glad that the outcome is looking positive.
Cliffs:
I almost went bat shit nuts...
I'm better now...
Drugs are good Mmmmmm
If sticking my tounge in a light socket will help, do you want me to drink a glass of water first to get the oral cavity saturated for conductivity?
oh yeah, I have insomnia now too...it sucks!
Help...
In a much better space.
When I posted this I was on the brink. Basically what happened was I spiraled in to what is called a psychotic depression (what a fucked up name! I'm not NUTZ!) I called my mother who is my savior when crap hits the fan and she called my doctors who quickly called me to make sure I was safe (I was) They got me on yet another pill to pull out of whatever hell I had managed to achieve.
I started getting depressed about 6 weeks ago. I think that it was triggered by a change in medication, I needed to come off an antidepressant because it was sending me in to manic episodes and I was in a rebound depression. Usually I can catch the fact that I'm going down and take a few breaths and kick it. In this case it got progressively worse.
During that week I got a call telling me one of our cats had been run over and died. This didn't help matters. After that I began to build a lot of anxiety and stress related to school work, work work, and money which were all now being well impacted. At this point things went from bad to worse. I cut off most contact with the outside world and became a shut in getting out of bed long enough to shit and shave.
Then worse got horrible...I began to have insomnia and constant fatigue. I couldn't sleep and when I could it didn't do anything for me. This culminated in to me not sleeping for 50 hours strait, which by the way is a horrible experience, and me grasping to get some type of help. I was considering calling 911 and just getting picked up and stuck in the loony bin.
Thank goodness for my mother, my doctors and the people of this forum for reaching out in my time of greatest need in my life so far. What a horrible ordeal I'm glad that the outcome is looking positive.
Cliffs:
I almost went bat shit nuts...
I'm better now...
Drugs are good Mmmmmm
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