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Landing punches on my opponent's head feels really good and helps me battle my depression... until i get down from the ring. Few things feel as good as landing a good clean punch.
YMMV heavily based on your metabolism, tolerance, etc, but I got used to dosage changes on LexaPro in a week or two. First few days are the most intense.
Did nobody in the 90's give a shit about the psyche of children or was that just in my environment?
Are you in the US? At least in the US it seems like mental health awareness is still a budding thing. Sure there have been mental health services in the past but it seems like the stigma to admitting to having a mental health issue isn't as bad as it was. And it seems like there are more options available to individuals seeking help.
My mom is worried about my brother's anxiety and says she wishes she had really understood it better when he was younger and she would have taken him to the doctor for it. I think the general population is just not well educated regarding mental health.
Other than misidentifying ADHD? Not much and we still don't. It seems to only exist in the paradigm of autism and mental disability, not on things like depression or anxiety.
Other than misidentifying ADHD? Not much and we still don't. It seems to only exist in the paradigm of autism and mental disability, not on things like depression or anxiety.
(Still) taking the tabletsI’ve stayed on tablets because, as my doctor and husband agree, I don’t think I could have managed to live the life that I’ve been fortunate to have, if at all. It’s been a productive one, but it hasn’t been easy. I’ve still had relapses: I was unwell earlier this year again and am now recovering. I didn’t cope with work stress well at all, although latterly Cognitive Behaviour Therapy helped me to find new ways to manage that; and I know that I still react badly to loss events. I have a family history of mental illness, and one first degree relative was hospitalized. My early life almost certainly contributed to my susceptibility. I’ve written at much greater length about this in my memoir, which will be published this autumn. However I haven’t been as low or completely unable to function as I was prior to taking medication. Psychotherapy helped me earlier in my life, but couldn’t prevent me having more severe episodes in my mid-thirties. Each time I’ve relapsed, my medication has been changed. Sometimes things have been added in. I’m on a combination now once more. I know there will be people who will say my recoveries are due to the placebo effect, which can be very powerful, but last time, as previously, I’ve begun to recover in the time scale predicted by the evidence. This time it was around 3 to 4 weeks. It certainly was not immediate, in fact as sometimes happens, my mood continued to deteriorate after I started the new treatment.
Medication has some truly vile side effects; I’ve experienced many of them and still do. I’ve had withdrawal symptoms too. Some people cannot tolerate them, and others feel much worse. Fluoxetine made me so agitated I had to stop it. In young people that effect can lead to increased self-harm. Medicines can help, but they can also be dangerous too. Its always about balancing the risks and potential benefits.
Okay just an update.
had to cut back on my latuda dose. the restlessness and anxiety at 40 mg is too much.
So update on day two of my Escitalopram/Lexapro dosage increase: I... feel pretty much no side effects whatsoever. Not even the minor ones I was feeling yesterday. It's kind of weirding me out. Haha. Maybe I'm slightly more tired than normal, but tiredness is pretty standard for me anyways.
So yeah. That's pretty cool..
The jumps might not be as bad when you are past the introductory phase towards more therapeutic doses.
I guess you're both right.
Heh, all those test I had to undergo just to prove that I'm ADHD or autistic or even mentally disabled never went anywhere. Often the results even pointed in the other direction.
Many of my mental problems are solved now too but it simply boggles my mind how blind everyone was. Balancing on a Pogoball for 15 minutes during therapy wouldn't fix my fear of going outside during recess or being apathetic in class or having to cry almost every hour.
How hard is it go get into boxing as an adult? I'm out of shape but I always wanted to get into it.
Yeah, I wasn't expecting it to be as bad as the introductory phase, but I'd read some other people's experiences about making the jump from 10mg to 20mg and I expected something. Oh well. I'm not complaining. Haha
It'll probably take a little longer than that to notice a difference after already being on the medicine. Definitely more subtle than going from nothing to something.
Are you schizoaffective?
Okay just an update.
I went in for my intake exam at Behavioral, they are sending me to a psychologist/psychiatrist lady who is probably going to put me on a cocktail of meds since my symptoms are so severe. I had to also call the Pharmacy that they had their and leave a message to make arrangements for medication or something it's really confusing.
I broke down during the intake interview and started crying, I just want to be normal. Happy.
Not crazy.
I jumped around a lot and didn't focus so my history they typed up was only partially filled and the therapist said it was fine but I felt like I should've tried to concentrate more and get things more organized but I don't know. She said I did better than most, and the Psychologist will ask me about the finer details. I basically just said what I said in my post here on GAF.
Well, we're on the road to hopefully, recovery. I don't really feel confident in it at all.
They told me I needed to move out of my parents house because the environment is not conducive to my development but I have nowhere to go and my insurance won't pay for any of that shit and I am in no state to work.
I feel somewhere between terrible and slightly okay, my mother had a huge fit in the office when she saw me mark who I thought was supportive I.E not my parents.
Fuck. I just feel so awful.
So update on day two of my Escitalopram/Lexapro dosage increase: I... feel pretty much no side effects whatsoever. Not even the minor ones I was feeling yesterday. It's kind of weirding me out. Haha. Maybe I'm slightly more tired than normal, but tiredness is pretty standard for me anyways.
So yeah. That's pretty cool.
Good luck, RoyaleDuke! You've taken the first steps to getting better, so you're on your way. You got this.
First of all, I'm so happy to hear that you took the first step and it sounds as though they've got some real ideas for treatment. I'm excited to hear more as you go through further steps in the process. It won't be easy but sometimes, even in breaking down talking about the toughest topics, there is some solace to be found in opening up to someone who is supportive.
Nobody gives a perfect overview of everything in their intake interview. It takes time to fill in the gaps.
And while moving out of your parents house is a good goal to work towards, one step at a time. Step one is make things a bit more tolerable and stable. You're already working on step one. One step at a time.
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Yeah. I also noticed how my mom was always like "Psychology is a scam and nobody can heal mental disorders." and I wondered why she was like that. But reading about psychiatric history I found out that during the 70's, when many baby boomers were young adults or coming of age, the disbelief or mistrust in Psychiatry was heavily en vouge.Could have been a generational thing. It took several years and letters from my school to finally convince my parents I needed glasses. They thought I was lying or something weird because I had already been put into a speech therapy class. I never got mental help for the obvious abuse I was receiving from my brother along with my sisters. That all came on my own after school and hitting rock bottom. I guess that was the baby boomer generation? Maybe they were more of a passive hands off generation or selfish generation, i'm not sure. It's a progressive thing, I mean imagine how things were dealt with in the 60's.
Junpei, I know the struggle all to well. All of this sounds painfully familiar. How many college credits do you need to be done?
You're young, too young actually to be thinking like this is the end.![]()
Did you talk to your professors about the difficulties you have with writing? They can really help you, you just got to open up to them! They may even redirect you to awesome services your college has that you didn't even know existed. Like a Writing Center or something like that.
Everyine procratinates. I do too, a LOT. It just happens, so don't feel like it's your fault. We're all human beings and we all do stuff we acknowledge that could bite us in the ass later but we do them anyways.
What's up with your Vita?
I wasn't in the exact same position but very similar. I wish I could go back and tough it out though and finish my degree and made comprises because it hasn't worked out great for me and only made me worse. I did the whole escaping to my own and curling up and it just didn't help anything and only regressed my condition. When i'm depressed I want to crawl in a hole and give everyone the middle finger and disappear into my despair. It becomes like a warm security blanket, a comfort zone. You make up excuses to yourself and others that things will be "fine" and get better but in reality you just want to get back to that comfort zone. Over the years I have ended up cutting all ties with my friends, I have no one to turn to for help or push me or give me a hand out of that hole. Not finishing college and getting my degree has put me at a disadvantage financially to help myself out or give me hope for the future.
Like I said i'm not saying you're in the same position but from what you wrote it sounds like my position back 10 years ago. As great as it that comfort zone of moving out, giving up and "being alone to do what I want" was, it didn't work out for me. I lied to myself, fooled myself because what I really wanted was just to be in that pit all alone. The further you let yourself down it the harder it is to climb back out.
No worries, man. It sounds as though things have improved at least marginally; I hope they continue to look up, and know we here in the Mental Health thread will do everything we reasonably can to support you
You're right, that is quite a tough situation with a lot of uncomfortable / unpleasant factors contributing to one another.
It sounds as though, ultimately, you're going to need to hold your nose and force yourself through changing one of those factors so that the rest can naturally change as a result. Practically, one could suggest forcing yourself to finish school as that would help with career / living situation prospects, but I, personally, think you should force yourself to have that uncomfortable discussion with your mother and see a therapist. The way you speak about going to campus and being on campus makes it sounds as though you are suffering an unreasonable amount in your pursuit of academic studies, which means forcing yourself to finish your degree just may not work.
I know you said you hate the idea of the conversation with your mother and the stigma it may place on you but ultimately it seems like what can best start the gears moving for a large number of changes in your life.
Perhaps a psychiatrist could be helpful as well, but I'm not the one to decide that. Just important to get help in general!
Hope that makes sense.
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After two years of depression I finally saw a therapist yesterday. Tbh, I was hoping it would make me feel better but I was mostly just embarrassed. Hopefully the next appointment will be better since this was mostly just background information.
My psychiatrist visit yesterday was about 30 minutes. He asked me questions about my moods and diagnosed me as bipolar 1. He's taking away my beloved prozac and put me on lamictal and abilify. I'll miss prozac - here's hoping the abilify works. Anyone have experience with these?
Yeah. I also noticed how my mom was always like "Psychology is a scam and nobody can heal mental disorders." and I wondered why she was like that. But reading about psychiatric history I found out that during the 70's, when many baby boomers were young adults or coming of age, the disbelief or mistrust in Psychiatry was heavily en vouge.
I figured she was influenced by this a lot.
One Flow Over the Cuckoos Nest really messed things up. The psychiatric profession was still using Freud and we hadn't established a lot of the ethical practices on human studies and practices.
Mad in America: Bad Science, Bad Medicine, and the Enduring Mistreatment of the Mentally Ill
Much of this is still evident today. People who are against taking mental health and psychiatry seriously. The "antidepressant zombie", ECT being Medieval torture, and many news headlines by anti-psychiatry groups who write against antidepressants and constantly fudge figures. Irving Kirsch , being one of the loudest voices of pill shaming
I still hear people use "bipolar" as a disparaging way to describe someone's behavior.
I mean, what is that shit.
does anyone have insight on this? anyone ever really want to go to the doctor, have the means to do so, but put it off indefinitely?
Yeah, I had put it off for an extreme amount of time. Just went yesterday - and it was much less nerve racking then I had made it out to be in my head. Not sure why I didn't want to go. Maybe I didn't want it to be real in a way - or I was worried that I'd have to convince the guy that I had ADD problems.
Turns out that last one was true. I told him all the issues I was having that just happened to correlate with all the ADD symptoms, he disagreed and put me on a anti-depressant. I'm super worried that it won't have any effect (I'm not that depressed). But I have yet to take it. So I'm not sure just yet.
His analysis of my symptoms was that, if it wasn't caught while I was a child - I don't have it.
Despite him knowing that I had never gone to the doctor since age 9 due to some family trauma. I'm a little disappointed. But we'll see.
Just go tho. I know its scary and you don't really want to do it. But it does feel good to just get it over with and see what happens (not a whole lot).
Yeah, I had put it off for an extreme amount of time. Just went yesterday - and it was much less nerve racking then I had made it out to be in my head. Not sure why I didn't want to go. Maybe I didn't want it to be real in a way - or I was worried that I'd have to convince the guy that I had ADD problems.
Turns out that last one was true. I told him all the issues I was having that just happened to correlate with all the ADD symptoms, he disagreed and put me on a anti-depressant. I'm super worried that it won't have any effect (I'm not that depressed). But I have yet to take it. So I'm not sure just yet.
His analysis of my symptoms was that, if it wasn't caught while I was a child - I don't have it.
Despite him knowing that I had never gone to the doctor since age 9 due to some family trauma. I'm a little disappointed. But we'll see.
Just go tho. I know its scary and you don't really want to do it. But it does feel good to just get it over with and see what happens (not a whole lot).
That is my fear. However I am open to anything really.
I've been reading a lot about low testosterone lately and it seems that a low enough T level can trigger depression, anxiety, and concentration symptoms.
Simply making the call today for an appointment put me in the best mood I've been in in weeks though.
whats the point. i dont enjoy anything. just trudging through life with no direction motivation or fulfillment
the point is finding the point. Being indifferent is incredible unsatisfying, almost crazy inducing.
Some people live for the pleasures. Substances, entertainment, good feelings. They live for the weekends, for nice materialistic things, to be distracted. The only problem with this is that it's malleable.
Hence why so many ultra rich privileged people who had it all end up so dissatisfied with everything.
A life of purpose and meaning is usually dedicated to a cause, or something bigger than yourself. it might be your career, your skill(s) that you try to master, your objective to help, or a dream to realise.
Some people root up their entire life and just go travel. Some people make a big change at home. Some people do the things they are afraid off. Some people seek out the pain.
But it all starts about being honest with yourself and looking at yourself, What did you want to be when you where a kid? did you think you would end up at this point? what has gone right, what has gone wrong? what do you think would make your life better?
You already know the answers. Its just letting those answers resurface so you are consciously aware of them that is the problem for many of us.
In reality figuring out your thing or point is what its all about. your custom journey. I've spend years in the same rut, looking for mentors and inspirations and people who could motivate me to give me a handbook on how to master life, or a certain aspect of life. People often say to emulate and fake until you make it, but I think that application is limited.
People are not stupid (generally speaking), and you are not stupid. You can't reap if you won't sow, so you have to put in work to make things happen, and that starts by being exposed to new things. If staying in the patterns then nothing will change, but only you can control that.
That is not motivational speaking just a mathematical fact. In fact, Einstein said that his definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.
whats the point. i dont enjoy anything. just trudging through life with no direction motivation or fulfillment
thanks for your reply. im sitting here thinking about what i wanted to be as a kid and nothing comes up. when you dont even want to be alive its hard to do anything. i barely can muster up the strength to go out and do grocery shopping. sometimes i dont eat and just sit in front of my computer getting drunk and wasting away. i pray for death on almost a daily basis but im too scared to end it all. i feel trapped and have become complacent in my prison
I was (and to some extent, still am) in the same boat.
Vigilant Walrus's post wasn't wrong, but probably wasn't totally relevant in this situation. Or at least it wouldn't have been relevant to my situation when I was in a similar place as you. It's one thing to search for meaning in a philosophical sense, but quite another to feel like life is meaningless and unfulfilling on a psychological level. One is fairly normal and the other is pretty much the definition of depression.
Have you tried getting psychiatric treatment? I was recently prescribed SSRIs and although I've got a long way to go, I'm feeling slightly better and I certainly have a lot more hope for the future. I mean, since life seems generally pointless and directionless at the moment, you've got nothing to lose, right? I know that's way easier said than done though. It took me a very long time to seek treatment and get a doctor's appointment. I'm very glad I did though. I hope you're able to do the same if you feel that's the right direction for you to take.