My issues were masked well by life and got by without meds for years. Then onset of deaths and bad choice on my part after deaths, really f my mind up..and I have been blaming myself replaying events back years and years of every sscrew up that led me here and consequences I could face and cause problems for others. And I put myself in a pit of anxiety and fear and panic and depression, cycling and spiraling. Mixed with shame. Almost like ocd of past and can't fix it or wash it off or whatever.
Still on Klonopin. Now. I am working myself off but it is addictive. I am down to quarter of a 0.5mg tablet a day which doesn't sound like much. But I can tell I am off the original crazy dose they had me on. And it is giving me the panic attacks along with the problems it masked..
I can tell you at first. The low dose lithium 300mg ER did help with suicidal thoughts. You may have your doc try you in that to get you off the other stabilizers. It's low enough it shouldn't fool with your lithium levels too much as long as not on another SSRI. I did taste metal some times and get racing chest feeling when first started it. So cut back to every other day. Maybe was placebo effect but it helped til I stopped. Almost too euphoric.
Jeez, I can only imagine the side effects from coming off of things and getting back on things. Have you tried an anxiety med that isn't a benzo beyond Lexapro? I'm not a doctor, but if there was nothing before lithium you've been led astray .
I hope I don't end up killing myself with my withdrawal too. I totally agree that sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm the one controlling my thoughts and actions.
I just hope I don't off myself or come to an event or crossroad In life where I feel no choice because of refusing to go down a path.
I have a full bottle of setraline I have never tried. The first SSRI of Lexapro I hate the insomnia, flatness and echo feeling (out of body) floating and hearing myself talk kind of and crazy thought it gave me. Stopping that and taking the quetapine still made me highjt suciidal until both were out my system.
Like sit on the train tracks and wait for the train suicidal and then tell myself no and argue with myself mentally like the other me calling me out for not doing it. And then self harm from shame.
Yeah I waited too late to ask for help. After I was too far into a pit in my mind. I should have talked to someone after first close death.