AllThePsychMeds
Yes, all of them.
- May 8, 2019
- 22
I have bipolar. Diagnosed when I was 13, 26 years ago. There were ups and a lot of heavy downs. Parents, school, and home life weren't good, but I've had it better than a lot of people here. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis when I was 5. It's progressed a lot. I'm limited. My life is scheduled around its treatment.
I've been in mixed and depressive states for the last 4 years. Antipsychotics, antidepressants, lithium, antianxiety medication, valium, medical marijuana, prednisone, antiepileptics, inpatient, outpatient, CBT, DBT, talk therapy, TMS, ECT, ketamine... you get the idea. I've given 24 different successive drugs 8 week trials. I've been the "good" patient.
Nothing. My psych is two more trials away from prescribing MAOIs.
I don't know when to call it. The first thing I do when I wake up is to count the hours until bedtime. I'm here because depression and drugs have put me into an unmotivated, zombie-like stupor.
I have SN and SA. I'm a molecular biologist (or I was until I couldn't work), so handling SA doesn't intimidate me. I feel like ordering meto is a point of commitment, but the depression has left me unable to make choices—even simple ones like what to eat or drink.
I'm deeply suffering by continually being because of stagnation. I know I'm done, but I'm just here, as if I'm waiting for permission.
I'm also probably some sort of pathetic coward who deserves all this.
I've been in mixed and depressive states for the last 4 years. Antipsychotics, antidepressants, lithium, antianxiety medication, valium, medical marijuana, prednisone, antiepileptics, inpatient, outpatient, CBT, DBT, talk therapy, TMS, ECT, ketamine... you get the idea. I've given 24 different successive drugs 8 week trials. I've been the "good" patient.
Nothing. My psych is two more trials away from prescribing MAOIs.
I don't know when to call it. The first thing I do when I wake up is to count the hours until bedtime. I'm here because depression and drugs have put me into an unmotivated, zombie-like stupor.
I have SN and SA. I'm a molecular biologist (or I was until I couldn't work), so handling SA doesn't intimidate me. I feel like ordering meto is a point of commitment, but the depression has left me unable to make choices—even simple ones like what to eat or drink.
I'm deeply suffering by continually being because of stagnation. I know I'm done, but I'm just here, as if I'm waiting for permission.
I'm also probably some sort of pathetic coward who deserves all this.