LinnaeaBorealis -> RE: mental issues and drugs (11/11/2009 1:34:56 PM)
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Guess I'll weigh in on this thread too. I have had chronic clinical depression for as long as I can remember & probably before that too. I had my first suicidal thoughts at the age of 5 & my first attempt was at 11 years of age. I had my first drink at the age of 16 & actually remember the feeling & thinking, "Ahhhh, I've finally found the answer." I drank & took illicit drugs for the next 13 years, attempting to find that place again. I started therapy in my mid-20's. Often I would get very good, very helpful therapy, but even more often it just didn't help, for whatever reason. I got clean & sober in 1976. I stopped going to AA 12 years later, when I realized that they didn't approve of my treating my underlying ailment with meds. I was told for 2 years that I would benefit from meds before anyone actually prescribed them for me. This was in 1985. I took the med for about 3 months, felt much better & stopped. Within a year I was right back down in the bottom of that well & went back & did therapy & meds for another 3 months, felt better & stopped. Less than a year later, I found a Dr who could make me understand that I would probably need the meds for the rest of my life. You see, I believed it was somehow weak & a cop-out to take meds. I thought I should just get therapy, do what they told me to do, and snap out of it!! From 1987-1992 or so, I had a very good remission in symptoms. I had been taking my meds & had spent nearly 2 years with a therapist once each week & felt wonderful. I felt the way that I wanted to feel all those years previous. Then it started again. I struggled for over 7 years, in & out of psych wards, trying every new med & either having horrible side effects or finding that it wasn't effective for me. Prozac made me suicidal to the point that I was stockpiling pills & had a bag packed & a plan. That's when ECT was suggested to me. Nothing else had worked. Not inpatient. Not outpatient. None of the meds they put me on. Nothing. I resisted for a long time because I just didn't want to admit that I was that ill. I finally agreed to try it once. I stayed in the hospital & went through an entire series. By this time, I had been declared totally & permanently disabled by the Social Security Administration & had been receiving payments for over 2 years. I was desperate to feel better. I began to gradually improve. Finally, I got strong enough to leave a toxic relationship. Then I got strong enough to go to CDL school & get a job driving a truck, fulfilling a 40-year-long dream of mine. I continued to improve until 2004 when I stopped functioning again. My family sort of ganged up on me & I was admitted to inpatient for more ECT's. This time was harder for me for some reason. I stopped before they thought I should. But I have been steadily improving again since then. My Dr has had to tweak my meds a few times since then & I believe that we've found the right combo. Without the meds, I wouldn't be able to work. I wouldn't be able to live. I would be on the streets or dead. So while some may think that it's an easy way out, that's not the case for me. They keep me alive. They keep me functioning. I no longer feel broken. I can cope with whatever life throws at me. I can laugh & feel hopeful even after being fired from my job & ending up 3,000 miles away from home. I'm capable of looking for another job. I know that I can go on job interviews & that I will be able to present myself as the strong, intelligent & capable woman that I am now.
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