01-31-2013, 02:36 AM
Well I'm not "officially diagnosed" as having depression at the moment. I went to the Doctor about it in May and was on 2 months worth of medication, but I started to feel better and so didn't go back to finish the course. Stupid of me, I know. But I was told the meds I was on (Citalopram 20mg) could take 3 or 4 months for me to notice anything other than side effects... So I guess I thought me feeling in a better place meant I was coming out of depression naturally, not because of the drugs.
I felt OK for a few months, apart from a few minor wobbles.
Then big family drama happened in August (I live "at home" still... my then-step dad abducted my 13 year old sister for 48 hours... so we've had not only that but the backlash with police, social services, and the fact that he still works for the same store that I do).
Needless to say, things have been getting worse.
It started off just the odd off day. But more recently I've had days and whole weeks where I've just wanted to hide in bed. Not that I sleep much. I mean, I can sleep in until 6pm, but the earliest I get to bed is 4am, and often recently I've not been able to fully switch off til 7am. Which doesn't help at being up around midday for work.
The last couple of weeks have been especially tough. A few times I've felt as if I was moments away from a full blown breakdown. And I've had "episodes" of weirdness... At any time I can feel as if my head is empty of everything except cotton wool, unable to think, or else I'll be thinking in too much depth... I'll have random occasions where I will feel irrationally ecstatic. As if I could do anything. If it wasn't for the fact I am by nature rather reserved, I'm sure I'd have gone on a binge of some sort or other, or ended up tarting it in and out of multiple guy's beds :eek:
Anyway, after much deliberation and persuasion, I'm going back to the Doc on Friday. And yet I still can't fully work out what I want from them. My symptoms have changed since last time (I was suffering with anxiety before, but that seems to have disappeared) so I don't know if I'll be on the same pills. Sleeping pills might help to get myself in some sort of routine so that I'm not walking round like a zombie so much. And I don't know whether to take up an offer of 2 weeks off work if I'm offered it... Mainly because it will put me on a "red" warning for my absence, being ill twice so far in the last 26 weeks, which will also put me forward for disciplinary measures AS IF IT'S MY FAULT THAT MY BRAIN ISN'T FUNCTIONING PROPERLY
Bleh.
I swear sometimes, the fact that I feel down is enough to make me feel even worse, like a downwards spiral.
I guess I'm just putting this out there for sympathy, and to get things off my chest. Because everyone at work and all my friends seem to think it's just a case of "drink yourself silly and/or pull yourself together and you'll be fine."
I felt OK for a few months, apart from a few minor wobbles.
Then big family drama happened in August (I live "at home" still... my then-step dad abducted my 13 year old sister for 48 hours... so we've had not only that but the backlash with police, social services, and the fact that he still works for the same store that I do).
Needless to say, things have been getting worse.
It started off just the odd off day. But more recently I've had days and whole weeks where I've just wanted to hide in bed. Not that I sleep much. I mean, I can sleep in until 6pm, but the earliest I get to bed is 4am, and often recently I've not been able to fully switch off til 7am. Which doesn't help at being up around midday for work.
The last couple of weeks have been especially tough. A few times I've felt as if I was moments away from a full blown breakdown. And I've had "episodes" of weirdness... At any time I can feel as if my head is empty of everything except cotton wool, unable to think, or else I'll be thinking in too much depth... I'll have random occasions where I will feel irrationally ecstatic. As if I could do anything. If it wasn't for the fact I am by nature rather reserved, I'm sure I'd have gone on a binge of some sort or other, or ended up tarting it in and out of multiple guy's beds :eek:
Anyway, after much deliberation and persuasion, I'm going back to the Doc on Friday. And yet I still can't fully work out what I want from them. My symptoms have changed since last time (I was suffering with anxiety before, but that seems to have disappeared) so I don't know if I'll be on the same pills. Sleeping pills might help to get myself in some sort of routine so that I'm not walking round like a zombie so much. And I don't know whether to take up an offer of 2 weeks off work if I'm offered it... Mainly because it will put me on a "red" warning for my absence, being ill twice so far in the last 26 weeks, which will also put me forward for disciplinary measures AS IF IT'S MY FAULT THAT MY BRAIN ISN'T FUNCTIONING PROPERLY
Bleh.
I swear sometimes, the fact that I feel down is enough to make me feel even worse, like a downwards spiral.
I guess I'm just putting this out there for sympathy, and to get things off my chest. Because everyone at work and all my friends seem to think it's just a case of "drink yourself silly and/or pull yourself together and you'll be fine."