Monday, November 24, 2008

back on some meds - again

Well, last week sometime my husband very tentatively informed me that he could really use some more help around the house, dishes, packing school lunches, etc. He was worn out. And I don't blame him. And I don't know how to explain how completely paralyzed I sometimes feel when faced with these tasks. How something so simple can overwhelm me and it's as if my whole being has been sucked out of me. It's all I can do to move. I don't know how to explain how terrible I feel for not doing more, and the guilt, and the shame - and how all of that piles on top of me and makes it even more difficult to actually move and do anything at all. I just felt really bad.

Also my 4 yr. old son has been diagnosed with ADHD, anxiety disorder, expressive language disorder and possibly sensory processing disorder. And I need to be a better parent to even begin to tackle all the tasks that lie ahead in getting him help. I have to be a more patient, and understanding, and organized mom. And I can't do it if I am depressed.

So I made an appointment with my Dr. last Thurs.

We discussed different options and medications for nearly an hour, and finally decided to try a lower dose of Paxil than I had taken before and combine it with a low dose of Wellbutrin and hope that the combination of the 2 can help me. The idea, I guess, is that the Wellbutrin will help with the depression, the Paxil will help the anxiety and the lower doses of each will hopefully not give me so many negative side effects, but combine together to be effective for me. We'll see. I started on the 12.5 mg of Paxil on Friday, then I after a week or so, I will add in the Wellbutrin.

I'll try to keep you updated.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

it's been awhile

I guess it's been awhile since I've written on this blog. I finished the bottle of St. John's Wort that I had and didn't really feel like it had been helping. I didn't really feel any different after I stopped.

Things with my kids and family have been overwhelming lately. We are trying to get a diagnosis for my son and it has been taking a lot of time and money. I think I've been waiting for a week where I don't already have other appointments for the kids (ha! when will that be??) before I schedule an appt. with my Dr. I'm also just not sure what I will tell him. Seems like they kind of expect me to have my own idea of what to do to help my depression and I have run out of ideas.

I haven't felt as depressed lately as just hopeless and irritable. I guess that kind of goes hand in hand with the whole depression package, though.

I just haven't really had anything new to say on here. It's just kind of the same old, same old. And I'm tired. So I've kind of set it aside for a bit.

Thanks for your comment, Aqua, and for asking how I'm doing. :)

Hopefully I will think of something else to write about soon.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

and an update on the St John's Wort

Has it really only been a few weeks since I started the St. John's Wort? Well, for a little while there, I really felt like it must be working. I felt a bit better. But these last few days, PMS has hit full force and I am weepy and discouraged, overwhelmed, anxious and irritable. And, it's not helping. So that stinks.

I have long thought that PMS contributes quite a bit to my cycles of depression, or at least makes it all worse. But I've never actually charted it to see for sure. Something I need to do sometime.

I hate feeling like the mommy-monster.

What I'm Reading

I am reading this book right now and finding myself near tears on almost every page. It is painful to read, because I identify so fully with it. But it is also nice to feel like I am not alone in feeling like such a complete and utter failure and struggling as a mother.

Part of me still feels a tug of resistence in accepting that it is the disease that is causing these problems for me. I still hear echoes of disbelieving and judgmental voices in the back of my head that think that I should "buck up" or that "everyone feels that way" and I have "no good reason" to be depressed. It is hard to ignore the fact that some people don't "believe" in depression as a disease: friends, family, doctors, religious leaders. That makes it hard.

I will write more about this book as I finish it. As of now (I'm about half-way through), I would recommend it to any mother struggling with depression and I would wish I could persuade every person who knows me (or knows any other mother with depression) to read it. If I were brave enough to recommend it to them. And if they would read it with an open mind.

Monday, September 22, 2008

worry about me

At church this Sunday, a friend of mine said hi as we were walking our kids to their classes. And she casually remarked that everyone was "worried about me." She said she told them she has "seen me worse" and so she thinks I am "doing ok." And I replied something along the lines of "it's all relative, I guess."

So I was talking to my husband about it later, because first, I can't decide if people should be "worried about me" or not. And then, second, I was sort of bothered that she didn't seem worried because I'm not doing as bad as I have been in the past. And I wonder if anyone would really ever know how I'm really doing.

This isn't a friend I talk to very often. We keep in touch through our "family blogs", we go to church together and live in the same neighborhood, we go to a bookclub group together. But it's not like we chat on a regular basis. Really, there is no one who would ever know how I'm really doing. And it bothers me that no one would ever know.

But anyway, my husband didn't think there was any point to having anyone "worry about me" because it's just something I deal with ongoing and there is nothing anyone can do to help. It's not going to be fixed or cured. It's not going to go away. So what good would being worried be?

But somewhere in my mind, being worried is equated with caring. And I want to feel like someone cares. I would like someone to know how I am feeling so I am not so alone. True, there is nothing anyone can do. But sometimes, I just want someone to know. And sometimes I am worried about myself. Sometimes I think they should be worried! They should know that I can't handle more stress sometimes. That I have to resist urges to hurt myself sometimes. That sometimes all I can do is get through the day.

I don't really know why I want someone to know.
I just feel like no one really understands. And no one really wants to know. They wouldn't know what to do and they hate feeling powerless and useless. They want to "help." And there is nothing they can do.
But sometimes, just telling someone helps. Being heard helps. Being understood helps. And being cared about helps.
Sometimes that's all I need.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

what the pharmacist said . . .

I called the pharmacist to find out about possible food interactions with the St. John's Wort. From what he found, in whatever information they have access to, he said that it is "theoretically possible" if taken in "large amounts", that the St. John's Wort could cause hypertension when combined with foods such as cheese and other foods containing Tyramine. But he didn't think that taking a normal recommended dose would cause any potentially dangerous interactions. And there is no actual tested "proof" from scientific studies that this would actually be the case anyway. It is just a theory.

So this is one problem I have with taking herbal supplements, just in general. There are many unknowns. It is not as well studied. They don't even know for sure by what mechanism it even works (specifically for St. John's Wort). Dosing isn't regulated. So, I have mixed feelings about taking it.

It's been about a week now and I have actually been feeling a little better. And no noticable side effects. Since my mood seems to fluctuate quite a bit over time (mostly on the negative side. I can't say I ever get mood "highs" really) - but I would need to stay on it for a longer period of time before I would say with confidence that it's really helping for me.

So - that's where I am today.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

St. John's Wort: Take 2

Well, in desperation, I've decided to start taking the St. John's Wort again, since I already have an opened bottle. The bottle I have of Nature's Way Herbal supplement says to take 2 capsules, 350 mg each, twice a day. But it doesn't give a percentage of active ingredient, so I don't know. I also don't know how regulated this particular brand is.

Anyway - I decided that rather than doing nothing, at least I could try something. Again. I need to go back to my doctor. And sometimes I think about trying to find a counselor again. But finding babysitters and the stress of it all oftentimes persuades me not to. I know that's probably not a very good excuse. And $$$$.

In the brief research I did this morning (google search), I thought it was interesting that some research says that St. John's Wort acts as an SSRI and some say it acts as an MOA-inhibitor. Wouldn't it be important to know which is right? One site even recommended avoiding foods like cheese, wine, yeast, etc. that you are supposed to avoid when taking MOAI's. Yikes!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Because

I don't want to write
because I don't want to think
because I don't want to know
because I don't want to feel

Because then if I feel
then I have to see
and I have to care
and I have to be

And I don't want to write
because I don't want to be
- like this -
anymore.

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- Deepblue
[Do Not Copy - Thanks]

Friday, September 12, 2008

is it just me?

Last night at my bookclub, a saying was brought up that I have heard before. It goes something like this:
that you wouldn't worry so much about what other people think of you, if you realized how little they really do think of you.

And the thought seems to be for most people that this is a bit of a relief. That most people are so much involved in their own life and their own problems, that they don't have time to even think of other people, much less think ill of them, in their daily life.

But I find this thought depressing. Really? No one ever thinks of someone else? No one ever has the time to think of me? No one cares what I say or not say? That's supposed to make me feel better? And maybe I'm just more judgmental than the average person, but I think I do think of other people and wonder what their motives are and what they are thinking. We can't just live in a bubble can we? And go on our merry way and pretend like no one is listening or watching or caring or thinking? Is that what we want?

It just makes me feel very alone. And I will still wonder what people might think of me. Whether they are actually thinking of me at all - or not.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Mood Meter

I'm trying to come up with my own mood scales, to keep track of how I'm feeling for a little while. Because I know when I'm feeling bad, it feels like I have always felt that bad and will never feel good again. And when I'm feeling good, I think, well, maybe it wasn't that bad. So I need a more objective way to determine how severe my symptoms are right now and what to do about them.
Here are some of my ideas for my personal moods:

Depression Scale:
1 - feeling sucked dry, can barely move, empty, sad, wanting to curl away in a hole
2- discouraged, frustrated, sad,
3 - blah, getting by, uninspired
4 - things are going well
5 - happy, happy, oh so happy

Agitation/Anxiety Scale
1- panic attacks, dizzy, light-headed spells, shaky
2 - ready to explode, thinking of self-harm, going nuts
3 - feeling stressed and overwhelmed, on edge, nervous
4 - feeling pretty much in control and doing well
5 - calm, cool and collected

I might add some more later.
And, for starters, I would say today I'm at between a 3 and 4 for depression and 4 for anxiety (maybe I should reverse those numbers - does it seem backward?)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Walking the Tight-Rope

I've been feeling a little better. But I feel like I'm walking a tight-rope. I'm balancing, but barely. And it would be so easy to fall. One misstep. One slip. One slight wind to knock me off balance. And down I would go.

And I know how far it is to fall. I know how hard it is to get back up. I know what awaits at the bottom.

And it seems inevitable. I can only keep going for so long, before it becomes too much. I can't stand on such a thin line for so long. So precarious. So unsure.

I know it.
And my confidence is shaken every time I fall.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Ready to Explode

and wondering why in the world anyone would want to read this??

feeling worthless, frustrated, irritated, hating my life, incompetant, ugly, fat, grumpy, hopeless, overwhelmed

did I forget anything?

zig won't be home for another 3 days (business trip)
my mom called and said she had been wondering why I was having such a hard time with him gone when my dad would go on trips all the time and it didn't make much difference to her. she said it must be because zig does more to help me around the house and with the kids.
my interpretation: he does more than his share and does a better job than me
yeah, thanks mom.

even though I don't think she meant anything by it. It just feels like I am the only woman/wife in the world who can't manage her house/kids alone. seems like most wives feel like men just get in the way, or don't do a good enough job. I feel like I could disappear from my life and everyone would be better off for it. I am not really needed here. I make things worse. Miserable. And I am so dependent on him to get through the days. How pathetic is that.

I look around my house and hate it. Hate the mess. Hate the example it sets for my kids. Hate that I am not the kind of mom I want to be. I am not the kind of person I want to be. I am not the kind of person I would want to be around. And that stinks.

And part of me wants someone to know I AM NOT DOING WELL. I want someone to know how I feel. I want to feel like someone cares. I guess that's why I write this blog. Even though it would be better if I knew someone here, in person, who actually would understand what I am going through. I guess this is better than nothing.

I wish I could change it all and be someone other than who I am. Crumple up and throw away this miserable me. Would I even know who I was without it? who would I be?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

today's thoughts

Sorry it's been awhile. The kids started school this week so we have been busy getting them ready and getting into a new routine. I am stressed and overwhelmed, as usual. And I feel like things are just kind of flying by, my brain's not really absorbing all the things it should be, or something. Summer never felt like summer, and I gave up. Now, I'm finding it hard to accept that school-time is back again. I'm just spinning and spinning and not really "getting it."

I'm getting tired of reading some of the "mom blogs" that I usually love, because their lives appear too perfect and I can't do half what they do. And I am feeling friendless, and jealous of people that appear to have good friends that actually care about them. I dislike my blogs and dislike myself. Hate how I am afraid to take on too much. Too many times I have failed. I don't even know what I am capable of. I don't trust my own judgment. And if I take on too much burden, then I will be crushed by it before I am even able to remove some of the load.

My husband is going out of town this Fri. for a week. And I am in complete dread. How will I make it with him gone?? He helps me so much. Some days I am just counting minutes until he comes home, so I can get a small break. How will I get through each of these days he is gone? It sounds so pathetic, I know. I feel pathetic.

I've taken on an on-going church responsibility that really shouldn't be that hard to do, but I don't know if I can do it. And I don't even know how I would explain why I can't do a task so simple. No one would understand. So many times I have heard judgments such as, "if I can do this, than anyone can" and "everyone is busy" and "stop making excuses" etc. Not in reference to me, but just in reference to others who were unable to fulfill a commitment. And I cringe to think about it. I am supposed to be working with some other people I consider somewhat "friends" but now I am feeling like they are only contacting me about this job I have to do, and not because they would actually want to talk to me. I am self-conscious and insecure. And I don't want to fail them. I don't want them to know how hard this is for me. And I hate that!! But I don't honestly know if I can do it.

Our school expects 40 hrs of volunteer work per family/per year (it's a charter school) and I can't ever fulfill it which makes me feel guilty and stressed. The beginning of the school year, I always think I should try, but it's too hard for me to go into the classrooms to help out. And the other opportunities they have just are too much for me.

Squirt goes to the Special Ed preschool at the school and I finally got in touch with his new teacher and she only has him going 2 days a week even though the teacher last year told me he'd be going 4 days a week this year. And I'm not sure what to do about that! argh. I was really counting on him going 4 days a week. And I think he needs it. I don't know what recourse I have if she won't let him go that many days and it stresses me out.

I also made the mistake of reading reviews of the book Prozac Nation, which I have not read, but I was shocked by how many people said things like, "she has everything she could want, why on earth isn't she happy?" So many people just really don't understand. It's so frustrating. I think that's a key element in recognizing Depression when it is a disease (and not just the depressed, oh I'm having such a bad day-type) - when things really are going pretty well, and I still feel miserable about everything. I don't think it's just because I am a complainer. Or that I'm ungrateful. Or just don't want to "look on the bright side." It's because I have depression. And Depression doesn't care about my life. Or what I should or should not feel. It just is.

At least that's what I think today.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Medication Tally - a Summary

In answer to Aqua's comment to my most recent post, here are the SSRI's I have tried (in quick summary):

1. Paxil - took from May 2003 - Sept 2005 (?) something like that. It worked well for me, ecxept for side effects getting on and off (dizzy, sloshy brain, constipation), and sexual side effects the entire time.

2. Zoloft - started June 2006, I think. I broke out in a rash all over my face and spreading to my neck, torso and arms. So I stopped after about a week. And it took a couple weeks for the rash to go away. It was so terrible!!!! It felt like a rough sandpaper texture and it hurt to touch it. And my skin was blotchy and red and looked terrible, as well. The pharmacist said it probably was an allergic reaction, either to the med itself or to the dyes in the medication. Either way, I never want to risk that again.

3. Celexa - started June 2008 (was it June?, I'm not sure) I felt a little more numb and like I wasn't thinking straight and I had a headache every single day for the month I was taking it and it gave me hot flashes, so my Dr. suggested I try switching to . . .

4. Prozac - July 2008. The Prozac made me incredibly shaky, sometimes I would just try to shake my arms and legs to kind of shake off the shakiness, which doesn't seem to make sense, but somehow it felt like it might bring some relief. I couldn't stay still, because I felt like I was trembling and crumbling. And I felt worse physically than I had been feeling emotionally. And I couldn't take care of my kids very well because I just felt so miserable!! So I just stopped taking it after a couple weeks. I couldn't take it anymore.

So, in summary, each one I've tried affected me a little differently in terms of side effects. A couple different Dr.'s have wanted to give me Wellbutrin. One said it would conteract the side effects of the Paxil - but I really didn't want to add more to the mix at the time. And my sister took Wellbutrin and said that it made her more agitated and anxious - and I certainly don't need that!! My mom has taken Prozac and Zoloft and she says she never notices any side effects (really, never? nothing? I'm surprised). And my dad took Paxil.

So there's that. I know there are more SSRI's I could try (I think?) and then the SNRI's (is that what they're called?) and other anti-depressants, in other classifications, etc. But I haven't gotten up the courage to go back to my Dr. I never did go back and tell him I stopped the Prozac. Anyway - I am trying to organize my thoughts to write a post on my opinions on using medication for depression or anxiety. Hopefully that will be coming soon.

Thanks again, Aqua, for offering your thoughts. I appreciate it.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

It's all in your Head

The other day I brought all 4 kids to a nearby children's outdoor garden/place. They have a water feature for the kdis to play in the water, and some hedge mazes, and a pretend Bear Cave to explore and rocks to climb, etc. The admission was over half off and I met some other local moms with their kids. I thought it might be fun. Fun for me to talk to other moms. Fun for the kids to play, get out in the sun, have something to do. You know, actually leave the house (because we usually don't).
And I think the kids had fun. But I did not. For some reason, the crowd of people and kids was overwhelming to me. It was stressing me out keeping track of them and making sure everyone was ok. They kept getting hurt. I had to change 2 diapers. I had accidentally rubbed sunscreen in my eye and it was itching from my allergies and that was miserable. And somehow we didn't even stay with the rest of the group and I felt left behind and irritated that I couldn't even talk to the other moms. And it was getting hot. And I had to keep chasing Squirt and dragging him back to the rest of us. And I thought I lost 2 of them for a minute, which panicked me. And by the time we drove home, I was just trying not to break down into tears. It felt like such a failure of an excursion.

But when I mentioned to one of the other moms that I really didn't have a good time, she replied with the typical response (that Zig gives me all the time): "Was it really that bad?"
And a different mom, on another occasion, said, "your kids seemed to be fine. was there a problem?"
And I could only think one thing. That it must not be the kids, or the circumstance, or the situation. It's just me. It's just me and what's going on somehow in my head. And I am the only one who can't seem to handle taking my kids anywhere, because I am the one with a Problem. No one seems to understand.
And that is frustrating.

My husband mentioned the other night that it seems like I have not been "doing well" for a pretty long time now. And that maybe it's time to get back on Paxil. I hated the side effects, but it really did work pretty well (aside from that). I didn't feel numb, or foggy. I didn't feel blah or too giddy. I just felt more level. I would have a bad day, feel sad, mad, or whatever and then I would go to bed and wake up feeling optimistic that I might have a better day. When I'm depressed, I wake up feeling a pit in my stomach and nothing ever feels like it will get better. I was much more level, more what I felt like other people must be feeling. Like I could handle my emotions and handle decisions and life.
I haven't felt that for awhile.
But sexual side effects were terrible. And getting on and off the meds was terrible (I would get "sloshy brain" dizziness, which was almost nauseating).
The thought of trying something besides the SSRI's scares me a little. As well as the thought of adding something that works on other neurotransmitters besides Serotonin.

I'm not sure what to do.
Somedays I am surprised to be feeling almost happy. And I think maybe I will be ok and not need to do anything. But I guess the fact that I am surprised by the good days is probably telling me I am having far too many bad days. More bad than good. And that's not good.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

A Camping We Go

We tried to go camping last weekend. Emphasize tried there. It ended up with just about every single member of my family in tears as Squirt ran around the tent in circles and would not lay down. SweetPea followed his lead and likewise ran around the tent. And they jumped and bounced on the air mattress. And then Munchkin and Arty started to cry as the time crawled towards 11:00 and no one could get any sleep and they were crying, "I'm tired, I want to sleep!"
But dear little Squirt just becomes more and more hyper and wound up the more overtired he becomes and so we could not get him to settle down no matter what we tried. Zig ended up taking him to the car and strapping him in his carseat so he would stop moving (have I mentioned Squirt has some sensory issues and behavior problems - um, yeah - he does). And I was left alone in the tent with Munchkin and SweetPea on the air mattress with me. Which meant that I kept getting kicked and pushed to the very edge where the air pressure wasn't very good. And I was irrationally terrified of bears coming to attack us (it has happened in our area - although rare, it does happen). So I couldn't sleep. And I didn't even have a flashlight in the tent. And Arty kept waking up and walking around the tent in a daze, mumbling sleepily, and I was afraid that he would get confused and pee in a corner or something. And then around 3 or so, the temp dropped drastically and I was worried Sweetpea was going to get cold. So I crawled around the tent feeling around for another sleeping bag to throw over us (we were sharing just a blanket since it wasn't that cold when we started the whole "going to bed" idea). And I cried. Because I was tired. And I knew I was going to have to admit defeat (we had paid for 2 nights at the campground, and I knew we were going to end up leaving before then). And I didn't understand why other people can take their families camping and have fun and why every single fun thing I try to do ends up in disaster. And I felt sorry for myself. And so tired. I think I got about an hour of sleep total.

The next morning we went for a small hike. Sweetpea fell down and scraped her knee. Squirt tripped over a tree branch and scratched his arm. And we were all so sleep-deprived and grumpy, we came back to the campsite, packed up, and left for home. With more tears from the backseat about "why can't we stay? why do we have to go home?" etc.

So, in my family-oriented blog, I tried to be more positive because I get tired of sounding like I complain all the time and blah blah blah. But over here in this blog, I feel no such inhibitions and I can be as negative as I feel like! (that's what you would expect from a depression blog, right?)

So. We will not be going camping again for a long long while.
But at least we took some nice pictures.



Monday, July 21, 2008

Cause and Effect

Sometimes it's hard to tease out what might be contributing to the causes of my depression and what is just a manifestation of symptoms of my depression.

I remember hearing a man speak years ago at a church women's group function. I can't even remember what the topic was exactly, but he was talking a little bit about his experience as a counselor in the military (also unclear is how exactly he was even qualified to act in the capacity as a mental health professional since he did not appear to have any sort of real background in the field - I guess military is weird that way, they just train you "on the job." I really don't know). But anyway, he started to say something about how he never met with any depressed individual who was not also self-centered and selfish. And I think he was trying to make the point that this was a cause of their depression and that if maybe we strive to get outside of ourselves and think of others more than we can kind of stave off depression. Hmph.

But my blood began to boil and I couldn't help but think that this guy understood absolutely nothing about depression or what a depressed person goes through. It could be just me, but it is my understanding that being a little self-consumed is a symptom of depression. It is a sign that things are not going well. Sometimes the troops have to call out "retreat!" just to be able to survive. It is certainly difficult to get out and serve others when you can't even get out of bed. It is hard not to feel (or appear) a little selfish when you can't accomplish a fraction of what a "normal" person could. When you are just trying to do whatever it takes to get through the day. When all of your strength and resources are consumed in taking breath after breath and trying not to crumble and collapse.

Can anyone who hasn't been there ever really understand what it's like?

I have since often gone through some other cycles of thought, trying to figure out cause and effect, which things are causes and which are symptoms.

Such as:

Am I depressed because my house is a mess, or is my house a mess because I am depressed?

Am I depressed because I am overweight, or overweight because I'm depressed?

Do I deal with depression because my family was dysfunctional, or was my family dysfunctional because we all had depression?

Am I depressed because I have crazy disobedient children, or are my children crazy and disobedient because I have depression?

The same thing happens when people try to give suggestions on how to feel better. If only you exercised, or sat in the sun, or did this that or the other. And sometimes I think, well, yes. If I weren't depressed, all of those things would be simple to do and I probably would feel better for doing them consistently. But because of my depression, sometimes doing anything is too difficult. It's a weird whirlpool cycle. Chicken or the egg. Which came first, a biological depression, or lifestyle that led to it?? Sometimes I decide that it really doesn't matter what caused it. I just have to deal with what it is. And my cognitive behaviorist therapist that I saw for awhile would probably agree with that. But then other times, I would like to know how it all started, and when and why. I'd like to go back through it all and figure it out. Because maybe knowing the cause and effect would be helpful in figuring out how to fix it. Maybe understanding it would help me heal.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Why My Family is Crazy

As I mentioned before, I had all of my family in town a couple weeks ago for my brother's wedding. 2 of my sisters and my dad came from 3 different states (ranging coast to coast). My brother and other sister and mom live in the same state as I do. So it's not often that we are all together. And it seems that it always turns into a rather stressful event.

After it was all said and done, my youngest sister, who lives here, emailed me and in exasperation asked why we can't have these get-togethers without all this stress and break-downs and problems.

Why, indeed.

I'd like to know.

I didn't know what to say, so I never replied to her question, but I have been mulling it over and trying to figure it out myself. Why does our family seem to be wrought with conflict, tension, and stress?? And do families actually exist where they get together like this without problems??

Here are some of the reasons I've come up with. I guess the true root of the problem could be any or all of these, or none. Who knows.

First, my parents argued a lot. They had some pretty significant and deep-seated religious differences which caused a lot of problems. My dad was unfaithful. And so on and so on. Until they finally divorced when I was 22. So we didn't really have very good role-models of healthy communication, conflict resolution, and all of that kind of stuff.

Second, we have a family history of mental illness. My uncle is schizophrenic. Both of my parents have been treated for depression. My mom's stems from childhood sexual abuse (although I think genetics played a role as well). And my dad's depression was a result of the divorce, primarily circumstantial. And, for whatever reason, my sister and I have both been treated for depression. I've also been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. And, although I don't know if any of my other siblings have ever been officially diagnosed, it seems clear to me that some of them could definitely benefit from treatment, as well.

Third, everyone who comes from out of state to visit seem to come with their own agenda of what they want to do while they are here. And it doesn't always correlate very well with what the other's want to do. And yet, there is an overriding feeling that we ought to do things together. But no one wants to compromise their own desires. And it creates conflict.

Fourth, for me personally, I feel a lot of pressure because my dad typically stays at my house, because I have more extra space. And can't afford a rental car. But we live about an hour away from the other family members. So I feel like I need to accomodate him and his desire to be with everyone else since he doesn't see them very often, but it ends up being a lot of driving for me, etc. Especially because I have young kids, who are not always very flexible in their schedules of eating, sleeping, etc.

Which leads to reason #5, which is that I am the only one of my siblings who has young kids. My sister has a 12 yr old (my oldest is 9) - but he doesn't always come along. This particular trip, I was the only one with kids. Period. Which makes me feel a little left out and misunderstood. No one can really understand the strain of trying to do a lot of activities with 4 young kids who has not been there themselves. They really just don't get it. So that is hard on me.

And then, number 6, there is pressure to get along since we aren't all together very often, which often backfires. And one sister keeps telling the rest not to worry and stress so much, even though she tends to be high-strung and stress everybody else out. I just try to be flexible and accomodating to the point where I snap and lose it. And we aren't as open as we could be about the depression issues - so I feel like I need to put on a better face for them all. And prove that I am a good mom - since I am the only one crazy enough to have 4 kids and be a stay at home mom. Or something.

Anyway - I don't know what it is. Maybe we just need to accept that it will be a crazy and stressful event to all get together. Maybe it's unavoidable. Maybe we need to not even try to get together and all do things together because we are all too different and have different priorities and agendas. Maybe we should give up. Or maybe we should try to work harder at building relationships at other times. In less stressful circumstances. Maybe we could all be a little more understanding and forgiving when someone flips out and loses it. Maybe a family of 5 kids and divorced parents can be nothing if not complicated.

I just wanted my own family to be different. I want my kids to like each other when they grow up. And to have fun together.
Is is possible? Do you think?

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Not sure what to write

Well, it's been a busy week. I had family in town for my brother's wedding. My dad stayed with me at my house. Then I had 2 sisters from across the country visiting and staying at different places. And I felt like I had to shuttle my dad to different places to visit different people and have fun things to do and be involved in all the goings-on. And with my 4 little kids, all the running around messed up naps and bedtimes and general order of our lives. So it was exhausting and stressful. The last day that my dad was here (this past Wed), I started losing it. Yelling at my kids, breaking down into tears. And I felt terrible about it. Usually I can keep things together in front of other people. Or at least I can try. But I just couldn't hold it together any longer. I felt embarrassed and ashamed that he would see what a terrible mother I am. I am often afraid of what my dad thinks anyhow. He does not offer much praise. He can be critical and judgmental and we have not always had the best relationship. And I just felt like such a failure to not be able to maintain any semblance of control with him still here.

And the rest of this week has not improved much. I am not doing very well.
So I have not been blogging.

Someone at the wedding asked me if I was pregnant. And I am not. It is taking me some time to get over it. I couldn't bring myself to wear the dress I had on again to church today. I am feeling even worse about my appearance and my weight. And some of my worst fears seem to be not very far from reality. I mean, really, would she have asked if I was pregnant if I did not look rather apparently pregnant??? Sobering, distressing, depressing thought. And then feeling depressed about it is not a very conducive frame of mind to actually do anything about it. I feel even less energetic and more sluggish and tired. And so we start on the slippery slope. And down we go. Again. And again.

I left the house today and went for a walk (without telling my husband or kids where I was going). That was a mistake. But I just had to get out. I was afraid I would hurt someone. And sometimes I can't decide if it would be more harmful to stay with my kids and yell and lose it (which they don't deserve) or to leave (even temporarily) and have them feel confused and abandoned and worried. I think they know that something is wrong. But I don't think they have any comprehension of what it could be.
Anyway - the thought occurred to me on this walk that I'm sure anyone would be offended by being asked if they are pregnant when they are not. It's not just me, is it? So maybe I shouldn't feel so bad for feeling bad about it.

I just wish there were something I could feel good about. Something I could hope for. Something I am succeeding at. Because every place I look, every facet of my life, every role I fill, every corner, feels like a failure. There is no hidden spot. No shadow or glimmer or spark. No speck.

And that's where I am tonight.
I'm hoping I get through tomorrow. And this next week. And then start again. And try again. And again and again.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

25 Random Things About Me

Because today is the 25th and I have a ton to do and I'm way stressed out and can't figure out where to begin, so I am avoiding it all, I thought I'd offer a random list of 25 things about me (none having to do with depression issues). Enjoy

1. I am 33 yrs. old
2. I've been married 10 yrs.
3. I have 4 kids: girl age 9, boy age 7, boy age 4 and girl age 2
4. I'm trying to come up with some code names for them so I can talk about them on this blog, but everything sounds so cheesy. I'll keep thinking
5. I play the violin - sometimes in a local volunteer symphony
6. I've written in over 50 journals since middle school
7. obviously, I like to write
8. I graduated from college with a degree in Therapeutic Recreation, but have never worked in my field
9. reason being, I am a stay at home mom
10. my favorite season is autumn
11. I grew up in a place with lots of trees (east coast) and now live in the western desert, which is sometimes a hard adjustment for me
12. I love water - swam on a swim team when I was young, etc
13. I read a lot and go to a small bookclub group in my neighborhood to discuss books
14. I try to go on walks for exercise, but with 4 kids, it doesn't always work
15. I love lavender
16. I have 1 brother and 3 sisters
17. my parents divorced when I was 22
18. I like to save everything of sentimental value
19. I'd like to lose some weight (4 pregnancies did me in)
20. I hate being hot
21. I am left-handed
22. I never sneeze just once - (it's usually in groups of like 7)
23. I have a loud laugh
24. I love lemon-flavored things
25. I love lists

So, there's that.

In other news, I stopped taking the St. John's Wort after a very short ineffective 2 day trial. I know that's not enough to really know if it was working. But after a very very bad day (see previous posts) and a lot of thought, I just wanted to let all the meds out of my system and reevaluate how I feel "normally" and try to decide what to do next. Over the last couple months, I have tried both celexa and prozac (and st johns wort, but barely) and I had so many side effects, I just want to be side effect-free for just a little bit.
And, by the way, after my really bad Sat., I have been feeling a little better, surprisingly. I guess I hit bottom and bounced back to a better level (not great, but no where near as bad).
more later -

Monday, June 23, 2008

Being Anonymous

I've been thinking about how interesting it is to have an anonymous blog. I have another blog where I post about all the things my kids do and anything else I think about. This one was my husband's idea. He thought it might be nice for me to have an outlet for my thoughts about depression that maybe I wouldn't feel comfortable writing about to peoplet that actually know me. So, I decided to try it. I thought it might actually feel therapeutic. And my hope is that some other person might someday read it, as they go through their own struggles, and maybe gain something from my "real life" experience, whatever that might be.

But it is also strange. I consider myself to be a pretty open book. I can never tell someone I'm "fine" when I'm obviously not. I've been telling a lot more people in recent years about my struggles with depression and anxiety. But I have caught myself being more willing to tell them about my postpartum depression since I have tended to have that, as well. But I am less likely to tell them that I have the regular variety of depression that crops up at other times of my life, as well. As if to say that postpartum depression is more understandable, perhaps more accepted, and maybe more commonplace, than the other. As if they would judge me less harshly for "just" having that. But it's not true.

And by being anonymous, I realized there is still a part of me that really doesn't want other people to really know what goes on with me. Although I feel a need to reach out for support and I need to talk about it, I still hold back. And by doing so, I am probably feeding some others' misperceptions and stereotypes about mental illness - and depression and anxiety issues.

So, although I am all for reducing stigma, and I don't think there is anything "wrong" with having these diagnoses (it doesn't make me a bad person or weak or something like that), it still feels like an open wound. One that might be easily damaged if disturbed or poked or prodded too much. It still hurts a little to let someone see. So I do so cautiously. And I am quick to bandage it back up quickly and hide it again. I don't want too many people to know. And I am careful about who I might let in, as well.

But I will try to write a bit more about me, personally. If there is anyone else reading this, perhaps they would like to know more about me, so things make a little more sense. I will try to give a broader glimpse of my life and who I am.

But I still won't tell my neighbors I write this blog. I will keep myself anonymous, for now. And perhaps one day it won't be a big deal to tell everyone about it. Maybe one day, it really won't matter if you have depression, or diabetes, or dandruff. Because we all have struggles of one kind or another. We all go through this human experience the best we can.
And we should help each other.
That's what we're here for.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Bad Day

Well, it is apparent that if the St. John's works for me, it is definitely not working yet (day 2). Today has been one of my worst days yet (recently). I have been lying in bed crying - all day. No one particular reason. Just feeling bad. About everything.
My husband has just taken the 4 kids to the grocery store (brave man that he is) and left me for some peace and quiet. I am grateful. And feel guilty (of course). Because he can do what I cannot.
I could list all the things I am feeling bad about. But I'm not sure that would be a very enjoyable read. But, hey, this is my depression blog, so it's not exactly fun reading all around, now, is it? No, no, it isn't.
So it's probably more for me than for anyone reading it.
That's ok, I guess.

One positive thing: the shakiness I was getting from the Prozac has finally subsided (I think) and I am glad about that.
I just feel so hopeless about the meds. Because if there is no medication that can help me feel better and cope better and live better - without messing me up with side effects - then my depression will never get better. It may go away. But it will always come back (or so it seems). Which means the whole rest of my life will feel miserable. And my children will grow up miserably. And my husband will be miserable. And then, and then . . . what would the point be? But I couldn't leave my children or cause them more pain. I couldn't abandon them. Even though I sometimes think about the idea of suicide, I have never actually contemplated doing it. I couldn't. But sometimes I wish I could.
I just want there to be an end. A cure. A solution. Hope.
What can I do?

I did try counseling once. But finding babysitters for my kids so I could go, and paying the copays every week that I knew I couldn't really afford, were adding more and more stress to my life rather than alleviating it. And the Pyschologist wasn't a very good fit for me anyway - I would leave feeling worse than when I went. So that wasn't helpful. I think I went a for a couple of months. Then I just called and cancelled my next appointment and never went back. And I can't bring myself to try it again.

Today my husband was asking me if there are any other meds I can try. I am sure there are. But I am so tired. so tired. I just don't want to start it all over again.

I guess I will go lay back down again. Since I feel like I am about to fall over. Things just don't seem to get better. And I am alone.
And failing at my most important jobs (mom, wife).
And it is so unfair to them. I am so so sorry.

and I don't know why I even write this. I don't know

Friday, June 20, 2008

St. John's Wort?

Awhile ago I bought a bottle of St. Johns' Wort - but never opened it. I read somewhere online a list of side efffects from it that very closely mirrored the side effects of the SSRI's.

But, since I stopped the Prozac and haven't gone back to the Dr. yet, and the bottle is just sitting here (I never bothered to return it), I decided to try it. Couldn't hurt, right?
I just took 2 capsules (total 700 mg, I think). It says to take 2 twice a day. If I don't notice side effects, I might just keep taking it and hope for the best until I get back in to my Dr. And if it helps, well, then great.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Off Prozac

I couldn't take the shakiness anymore and decided to stop taking the prozac. Back to square one and feeling pretty discouraged about it.
I also don't know how to taper off of it, as I usually would, since these are capsules. So I just didn't take it this morning. Hopefully I can stop abrubtly and be ok with this med.

I still feel pretty shaky, trembly, or whatever. I don't know how to describe it exactly. It's almost like internal tremors.
But whatever it is, it's miserable. Feeling like I'm about to crumble and collapse. Can't keep my hands from shaking.

So - what do I do now?
I have company coming into town next week for my brother's wedding and it's always stressful getting my family together (my parents are divorced). So I'm a little nervous about not being on any meds during that time. But the Prozac wasn't helping much anyway - so maybe it will be better to be off of it and hopefully over these side effects by then. I really hope.

Friday, June 13, 2008

shaky

I hate feeling this shaky.
Inside I just feel like I'm trembling all over and about to crumble.
can't hold my hands still
feel like I should be able to shake it off
it's like when I haven't eaten for awhile
or when I'm extremely tired
and just starting to shake all over
low blood sugar
or exhaustion
but I think this is from the medication
and I don't like it
I feel irritable and unwell
it makes me feel just lousy
this feeling shaky

but if I stop the Prozac

then what do I do?

I've tried Paxil, Zoloft, Celexa and now Prozac.

And the side efffects always seem to get to me

hate it
hate it

is there any option that will work?
where I can feel better and not be continually cursing the side effects?

I don't know if I can continue with the Prozac if I keep feeling this wacky.
And I don't want to go back to the Dr. again. The options feel so limited.
ugh

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Overwhelmed

The kids are all out for the summer and I am feeling overwhelmed. I'm frustrated by the meds. The Prozac seems to be making me feel shaky and my ears are constantly ringing. And I'm not even feeling as good as I'd like to. So, is the medication working? And if it's not working, then how do I know which symptoms are stemming from the depression and which are just me? The thoughts sneak in that perhaps if my problems aren't caused by the depression (and thus "cured" by the meds), then maybe it is just my failure to deal with my problems. And if I am just failing, then, of course, I feel worse. And so I spiral again.

My kids are driving me crazy. And my house is a mess and I can't seem to get control of it and keep it in control. It doesn't help that I have a 4 year old boy who has some behavior and sensory issues that make him especially difficult to deal with. During the school year, he would go to a Special Needs preschool. And I felt guilty for feeling sometimes relieved when he wasn't home. And of course guilt overcomes me with so many parenting things.

I love my kids. I am happy to be a mom. I feel blessed to be able to stay home with them. But it is so hard. So so hard.

Summertime brings pressure to do all the things we weren't able to do during the school year. Get the kids doing chores, and doing summer reading and math worksheets. And do fun things with them. All that kind of stuff.

And I just can't. I know I am probably too hard on myself. That's what I can hear other people saying. But I'm not sure what else to do.

Anyway - that is the state of things this morning. I hope to feel up to writing more about other things soon. My past experiences. etc.
It's been hard to think lately. My brain doesn't seem to be working.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

The switch to Prozac

I decided to go ahead and make the switch to Prozac and I haven't noticed much difference from the Celexa. My husband's grandmother passed away last week and we made a short-notice whirlwind crazy road trip to Indiana for the funeral which entailed over 24 hrs. straight of driving there and back. We had other family with us to help with the driving, but we were crammed in a small vehicle and it wasn't very comfortable and we didn't get much sleep the entire 4-day trip.

So, my point is just that I'm not sure if my headache and ringing in my ears is in any way related to the medication or just some overexhaustion and sleep deprivation. Possibly both.

As I was freaking out about leaving my kids for 4 days and packing and driving on such short notice (I don't do well with spontaneous stressful events - which unfortunately is just how funerals happen), I did make a comment to my husband that were it not for the meds, I don't think I would have been able to handle the idea of making the trip AT ALL. So I think it was helping (although I was still a bit of a mess).

Luckily, everything worked out. All the kids - and the babysitters - survived. And, it is a rough transition to be home now. I always feel so out of it when I come home from being out-of-town. And the kids are out of school now and I haven't even had a chance to think about summer yet. So it's weird. I feel like I've been on another planet for much longer than a short trip like that might warrent. Oh well.
Anyway - now I'm on Prozac.
I'll keep you updated.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Medication Confusion

I went back to my doctor (regular physician) for a follow-up on my meds on Thurs. I had been on the Celexa for about a month but I was still having some annoying side effects: hot flashes, headaches, and some occasional insomnia (which I never had before). We talked about a number of different meds I could switch to, to see if maybe there would be less side effects for me. I am beginning to feel like there are always trade-offs. There are always side effects. It's just a matter of which ones you feel like dealing with. I seem to be pretty sensitive to the side effects, I guess.

Anyway, he suggested I try switching to Prozac, which I haven't tried before. But I'm a little bit worried because I have read that a common side effect with it is anxiety and nervousness, which I DEFINITELY DON'T NEED MORE OF. And the Celexa seems to be helping my anxiety. So, is it worth risking a change again? I don't know. I filled the prescription for it (yay for $4 prescriptions!) but I had 5 more Celexa pills so I decided to finish it off before I start the Prozac.

He also prescribed trazedone, which is a tricyclic antidepressant, to help me sleep better. I guess at low doses, it is helpful for that. But I think my insomnia was mostly related to the Celexa. So, if I switch to Prozac, I may not need it at all. So I didn't fill that prescription at all. I am always a little wary of adding more medications to counteract side effects of another medication because it seems like then you are just adding more potential side effects and it could just go on and on and on.

But while I'm on the subject, I may as well tell my medication history. I saw a psychologist in 2003 (I think?) and she recommended Zoloft. But, as she couldn't prescribe meds, I went to my regular physician, who thought that Paxil would be better (I think it was a bit of a pharmaceutical push). So I started Paxil and stayed on it for almost 2 years. Got off during my pregnancy (my 4th, by the way). And then decided to get back on something postpartum. I really didn't like the side effects with the Paxil, especially getting on and off of it (weird dizziness, constipation, and feeling really weird, in general). So I wanted to try something different. I was also worried about the meds and breastfeeding (that's another issue I'll talk about some other time). Anyway - first I tried Zoloft. And broke out in a terrible rash. So I stopped it. Then a psychiatrist prescribed Prozac. But with the much longer half-life that Prozac has, it actually accumulates more in the breastmilk and I felt like maybe something else would be better. So then my midwives prescribed Celexa, which I filled, but never took. My baby had a heart defect and I really really didn't want to stop breastfeeding and I just didn't feel it was the right decision at the time to start meds, afterall. It was a really hard decision.

And here I am. My baby is now 2. And I finally decided it really was time to get back on some medication. The last 2 years have been pretty rough in a lot of ways. And I feel like medication might need to be a long-term treatment option for me. We'll see, I guess.
Looks like I have 1 more day of Celexa and then I may switch to the Prozac. Ho-hum. It's always such a difficult decision. What to do, what to do.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Small Success

Thursday I would have to say I had one of the most succesful days I've had in quite some time. First, I went to the Dr. for a follow-up on my meds (more on that later), then I took my 2 yr old grocery shopping. I worked on getting the house clean for my 9 yr. olds birthday party on Fri. And then made dinner while my husband was at a meeting. And I can only say that those are all things I have been unable to do for a long long time. And to do more than one in one day is pretty unheard of. So I felt pretty good about that.

As a stay-at-home mom, I know these are things that most would assume I take care of every day. But I really have not been able to accomplish much of anything for awhile. I have felt incredibly guilty that my husband has had to take over and pick up the slack in so many areas of our family life. And I am incredibly grateful that he has been willing and able to do so (he's always been a better cook than I am anyway). But since I am home, it seems that it makes more sense that I should do more. And I hope I will be able to do more, more frequently, soon. I hope I can pull my fair share again. And be able to feel competant and not so overwhelmed that I shut down and hide away. I want to be able to feel completely "engaged" in my life and not have to just "cope" quite so much. I hope I can get better and stay better. I really hope.

(is it even possible?)

Monday, May 19, 2008

Diving Deep

I feel as though I am just skimming the surface. I'm missing some of the details, I'm just floating along the top. So I'm getting by. But I'm not getting at the deeper meanings. I can't feel things deeply. I can't dive deep to where things make sense. I can get through the motions. I can feel myself moving along. But I don't know what lies beneath. I don't know how I used to feel. And I don't know how to reach deep enough to find it.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Rehabilitation

I had high hopes for getting back on the meds. I had really hoped I would have more energy again. And get things done around my house. Be more patient with my kids. Happier in general. You know, I was just hoping it would help me get my life back on track. I was hoping for a miracle drug.
And it's not happening.
I have noticed a decrease in my physical anxiety symptoms. I don't have the nervousness or the pit in my stomach. I don't feel as depressed. But I still don't feel well. And that's disappointing. I noticed today that I was trying to force myself to smile at my kids. And it feels strained and unnatural. I just feel blah. My house is a wreck and it's discouraging. And I am still tired and getting headachy. And life is still stressful and hard. I still want to cry. But I feel the sort of worn-out numbness that comes after you've cried too hard for too long and there are no tears left. Just empty.

I know I've had to rearrange my life for awhile now. There were things that I couldn't do, and that we had to say "no" to as a family - commitments, obligations, stress - in efforts to manage my depression. I wasn't on meds at the time. And we didn't take care of a lot of things. We tried to let go of a lot of "to-do's" in efforts to just get by. And I'm realizing that it will take time, even with the med, to relearn how to live my life. It's kind of like rehabilitation for someone who has had a stroke or something. Relearning to walk or speak. I need to start over in some ways. Start from scratch. I guess that will take time. But it's discouraging. Hard to realize that I can't just stand up and start running. That I am not better yet. I have a long ways to go. It's hard to take a look back and take stock of all the damage that has taken place. To see how bad it's been. And even though things are getting better, it's going to be a slow recovery. It's hard to still have to move so slow.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Making it

One of the things my husband always asks me on my bad days (when I call him at work in tears, or sit on the line in silence, wishing he could run home and rescue me, but knowing he really really can't), is "are you going to make it?"
Or he reassures me that we are just in survival mode. We make it through the day. We get through. We survive.

But it seems like there are always consequences. Of course, we make it. We wake up alive the next morning and we breathe. But what does that mean? Does it mean that we aren't causing damage to our children and those around us? Does it mean that we aren't losing weeks, months and years to misery? Does it mean we aren't wounded by our experience?

So, is it really surviving?

I guess it doesn't mean much to me for someone to tell me, "wow, you made it through that!"
It's not good enough to know I haven't seriously harmed myself or others (physically).
It's not enough to get through each day still breathing.
I need to live.
And I don't know how.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Trichotillomania

So, one of the problems I've struggled with through my life is this lovely word: Trichotillomania. I hadn't heard of it until my younger sister's college roommate had it and told her about it and then she told me about it. And I looked it up online (this was about 6 years ago) and discovered I had it. It's a kind of anxiety-driven impulse to pull out or pluck hairs. I started pulling out my eyelashes in high school, sometimes to the point of having half my eyelid bald. It's been mostly when I've been under a lot of stress. It's not pretty. And it's awkward to explain to people why I'm missing eyelashes (can I just tell a little lie and say that I have a disease that makes them fall out?). Or I guess I could just tell a part-truth and say I have a disease. Because it is. I just happen to do the pulling out myself. I've sometimes also pulled out armhairs and other places. It actually feels good in a way. It feels like a relief. So it's hard to control. I've read that these antidepressants sometimes help with it - and sometimes don't.

It is also sometimes accompanied by other self-destructive behaviors such as skin picking and cutting. I struggle with those things from time to time as well. I've ripped and torn the skin completely off my heel, leaving it raw and pick at my cuticles, etc. And I had a couple cutting incidents when I was a teenager and into college. Although I've had the impulse to do it again in recent years in dark moments, I no longer have the resolve to actually carry it through (or can't find things to do it with, which is a good thing). Anyway - I used to be embarassed by the scars on my arm. Now they've faded to a point that no one would notice. But I look back and know I had a deeper problem than I probably realized at the time. And I wonder what my life would have been like back then had I actually gotten treatment. How would I have been different? Would I have made different choices? It's painful in a way to try to imagine. It's what makes me realize treatment will make a difference for my future.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Celexa Day 9

Today was the first day taking the full dose of 20 mg. I didn't notice much difference than the side effects I was already having.
And can being more hungry than usual and having to pee a lot be related side effects? It's not on the (long long) lists of potential side effects I've seen, but you never know.
My husband says I seem to be dealing with things better than I have been recently. But I can't always tell because my episodes sort of come and go. It would be nice I guess. I think it has helped my anxiety. I don't have as much of the butterflies/nervousness I had so much of before for no good reason. And life doesn't feel as hopeless as it had been. It's hard to know what to attribute to the placebo effect and what the medicine is actually doing.
And I can't help but wonder, what do normal people feel? How exactly is it supposed to feel to not have depression or anxiety issues? Because it's normal to feel a little of it sometimes, right? So how do I know when I'm feeling normal?

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Starting Celexa

I started taking Celexa (generic) 3 days ago.
So far I've been getting headaches, feeling a little shaky, getting some hot flashes, and some insomnia. The last 2 nights it's taken me at least an hour or so to get to sleep. The first night my 2 yr. old woke at 5 am and it took an hour and a half to fall back asleep.
I'm taking 10 mg. for 8 days and then will up to 20 mg.
I've decided to give this med 2 wks to see if the side effects calm down.

Issues

I called the Dr. the other day to make an appointment to talk about getting back on medications. I asked the receptionist if it would be possible to schedule a depression visit and a physical exam at the same time. She told me no. Then she asked me which one I would like to schedule first. I started to reply probably the depression, as she was starting to say, "I guess we should schedule the most depressing issue first, er, oh, I meant to say pressing issue."
I had to laugh.