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2013.05.21 19:05 Ackis Suffering from depression for over half my life - advice/help on getting "better"?
I wasn't diagnosed with depression during high school at all, however literally one week after I graduated I came home from the bar and downed a vial of pills hoping I wouldn't wake up. I ended up calling 911 because I had hives on my back and they were itchy.
Long story short, I'm 32 now and I'm still struggling with depression. It's at the point where it's debilitating that I just can't do anything. I'm on long term disability from work, however there's pressure to get me back.
I've been on numerous meds before: wellbutrin, buspar, lithium, prozac, dexidrin, cylexa and I'm currently on prozac, vyvanase, wellbutrin, lamotrigine, quetiapine and omerprazole. I have no idea what the hell most of them do anymore. I've also been given Clonazepam for anxiety attacks (which have gotten worse).
I've been in group therapy once, just finishing a 3 month program about a month ago, and I've been seeing an individual therapist for about 6 months now.
Nothing seems to be helping.
I know I have contributing factors: 1) My weight plays a huge issue on my self-esteem and mood 2) I was assaulted by a friend/co-worker 6 years ago. It left me with 50+ stitches in my face. I still relive the event. What's worse is when I went back to work, the co-worker was still there and the "support" I got from work involved telling me that I had to do my job regardless of if he was in the meeting/class/room. Now when I go back to work, I get to look forward to him being on the same floor as me. 3) I lost my brother-in-law about a year and a half ago. He was family to me. Taught me how to drive a standard, I lived with him and my sister for a few years while going to university. He drowned while on vacation and I was able to see news footage of them trying to save his life along with photos. I relive those images. I also relive the night it happened vividly, when my sister called me at 3:43 PM to tell me that Jays dead.
I don't know where I'm going with this post, it's got me pretty upset. I just know I'm tired of being sad all the time, and nothing that's being done currently is helping, and hasn't helped.
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Long story short, I'm 32 now and I'm still struggling with depression. It's at the point where it's debilitating that I just can't do anything. I'm on long term disability from work, however there's pressure to get me back.
I've been on numerous meds before: wellbutrin, buspar, lithium, prozac, dexidrin, cylexa and I'm currently on prozac, vyvanase, wellbutrin, lamotrigine, quetiapine and omerprazole. I have no idea what the hell most of them do anymore. I've also been given Clonazepam for anxiety attacks (which have gotten worse).
I've been in group therapy once, just finishing a 3 month program about a month ago, and I've been seeing an individual therapist for about 6 months now.
Nothing seems to be helping.
I know I have contributing factors: 1) My weight plays a huge issue on my self-esteem and mood 2) I was assaulted by a friend/co-worker 6 years ago. It left me with 50+ stitches in my face. I still relive the event. What's worse is when I went back to work, the co-worker was still there and the "support" I got from work involved telling me that I had to do my job regardless of if he was in the meeting/class/room. Now when I go back to work, I get to look forward to him being on the same floor as me. 3) I lost my brother-in-law about a year and a half ago. He was family to me. Taught me how to drive a standard, I lived with him and my sister for a few years while going to university. He drowned while on vacation and I was able to see news footage of them trying to save his life along with photos. I relive those images. I also relive the night it happened vividly, when my sister called me at 3:43 PM to tell me that Jays dead.
I don't know where I'm going with this post, it's got me pretty upset. I just know I'm tired of being sad all the time, and nothing that's being done currently is helping, and hasn't helped.