MrsNoggin
17-10-14, 10:18
Hi everyone. I have actually been hanging out (snooping discreetly) on here since February. At some point I made an account, mainly so I could stalk a bit better, even though I mainly use it on my phone, unlogged in... But anyway, I figured it's about time I get into it all properly. So prepare for a long-winded rambley post.
I always had issues with depression, then following the birth of my second daughter, was diagnosed with PND (still no anxiety) and given sertraline. Dose went up and down over the years as needed. Wish I'd stuck with that.
GP decided in February that three years was too long for PND and referred me to psych who diagnosed bipolar. Took me off sertraline and put me on prozac. Which gave me anxiety. I know it's a initial side-effect, but after a fortnight and the first spectacularly major panic attack I seem to have developed some serious anxiety disorder. I stopped the prozac immediately, got put back on sertraline with some diazepam (for a couple of weeks only *sob*) and propanolol. It has taken months and months to even get to the stage I can do the school run, or stand in a queue in a shop. Except now the psych has decided to try me unmedicated, which I was fine with, to try and sort out what are side-effects and what are actual symptoms of the illness.
Well, let's just say the anxiety wasn't a side-effect. I have managed a month unmedicated, and now I'm holed up on the sofa again, unable to even think about cooking tea or what time my husband will get home from work without throwing up and hyperventilating.
I want to cry. I AM crying. I just want to be normal again. I know, there is no normal, but MY normal. How I used to be. I'd take crippling depression over this any day.
Sorry - that really did turn out long! My major issue is that I'm anxious of being anxious. I'm anxious that I'll always be anxious. I worry about panicking in front of people when I'm trapped and can't get away - in shops, on the school run, places I can't just pick up the kids and run. I'm fed up of my issues affecting them. I'm fed up my friends thinking I'm useless. I'm tired of worrying that my husband feels he drew the short straw in the wife department. I'm just plain FED UP. And tired. Sorry.
I always had issues with depression, then following the birth of my second daughter, was diagnosed with PND (still no anxiety) and given sertraline. Dose went up and down over the years as needed. Wish I'd stuck with that.
GP decided in February that three years was too long for PND and referred me to psych who diagnosed bipolar. Took me off sertraline and put me on prozac. Which gave me anxiety. I know it's a initial side-effect, but after a fortnight and the first spectacularly major panic attack I seem to have developed some serious anxiety disorder. I stopped the prozac immediately, got put back on sertraline with some diazepam (for a couple of weeks only *sob*) and propanolol. It has taken months and months to even get to the stage I can do the school run, or stand in a queue in a shop. Except now the psych has decided to try me unmedicated, which I was fine with, to try and sort out what are side-effects and what are actual symptoms of the illness.
Well, let's just say the anxiety wasn't a side-effect. I have managed a month unmedicated, and now I'm holed up on the sofa again, unable to even think about cooking tea or what time my husband will get home from work without throwing up and hyperventilating.
I want to cry. I AM crying. I just want to be normal again. I know, there is no normal, but MY normal. How I used to be. I'd take crippling depression over this any day.
Sorry - that really did turn out long! My major issue is that I'm anxious of being anxious. I'm anxious that I'll always be anxious. I worry about panicking in front of people when I'm trapped and can't get away - in shops, on the school run, places I can't just pick up the kids and run. I'm fed up of my issues affecting them. I'm fed up my friends thinking I'm useless. I'm tired of worrying that my husband feels he drew the short straw in the wife department. I'm just plain FED UP. And tired. Sorry.