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Brother had his 5th manic episode the past couple days. Finally admitted him into the hospital with the help of family. He destroyed everything he owned, lost his car, and destroyed some of my items. Bi polar is a fucking terrible disease.
 
I don't know what's wrong with me anymore.

Last year i was in a shitty job i absolutely hated due to multiple reasons. It got to me so bad that i was back to feeling extremely depressed and contemplating suicide at least once a month.

Start of this year i quit and started a new job. I'm doing better then last year. The healing process has been slow but getting there. But now that i'm starting to really care about this new job, my self confidence is taking a hit. I don't think i'm doing a good job of hiding my low self confidence to the doctor i work with. And i can't stand the critiques he provides regarding the phone screens i do. It makes me feel even more inadequate.

I know that's not his intention and these critiques are more a way to get me to prepare to one day become a clinician. But i just can't reach whatever expectation he wants from me.

I do the job right. But apparently i'm not showing some passion when i do these calls. But i've done research before and have never had this expectation. It was always just screen ppl, inform them what the research is, bring them in. But the doctor basically wants me to be a salesman and sell the study.

And it's been messing with me. I feel like it's not my intention to display a don't care attitude. I obviously care about research else i wouldn't stay here what with all the demands this group has.

I'm just doubting myself too much and i don't know how to stop that. And i feel that i'm showing too much weakness to the doctor by being honest and slightly mentioning how disappointed i am with myself.

I think i should have really just given research work a break. Healed up completely. Work at a different environment.

I messed up accepting this position and now i feel invested and can't get out.

I'm a mess right now and i'm trying to figure out how to salvage whatever image the doctor now has of me.
 
Brother had his 5th manic episode the past couple days. Finally admitted him into the hospital with the help of family. He destroyed everything he owned, lost his car, and destroyed some of my items. Bi polar is a fucking terrible disease.

I've been battling it since I was diagnosed with it at 13. It's fucking awful. The world feels like its caving in on you and all you can do is panic. You feel everything and nothing all at once.

I'm 22 now and it's gotten easier to handle and for me to be able to tell when I'm on the verge of having an episode but for a long time, I couldn't handle it and destroyed my friends + family. I have it paired with anxiety and depression and it's overwhelming but patience is key. Loving someone despite their episodes is extremely hard but when you come down and people are still there for you, it helps a lot. You learn to forgive yourself but its a long journey.

I hope he recovers. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you and your family. Stay strong through this.
 
I absolutely hate Friday nights because it always feels like a reminder of how lonely I am, compared to everyone else partying the night away. After leaving almost high school almost 7 years ago, the amount of friends I had went from a handful to none. Now, I'm not in school at all, I don't currently have a job, and even the job I had for the past 3 years didn't really hire anyone my age, outside of occasional seasonal work.

There's not a whole lot to do in my city, so I only get out to socialize every three weeks for some cool board game nights at a local pub, and even that feels fleeting, with people coming and going, and no lasting friendships being made. Outside of that, I literally spend my time alone, cooped up in my house. The last time I hung out with a "friend" was a year ago when I moved into a new place and was showing them the apartment.

With that said, my life otherwise is pretty good. I walk a lot, and keep myself entertained with video games for the most part, but fuck me if I don't feel like killing myself from time to time. Nights, especially Friday nights, are always tough on me mentally.
 
I wish I could enjoy video games (or anything) like I used to. It's been years since I've been able to. Most of the time, I'm absent-minded, thinking about other things and not having the same amount of fun as I should be.

I always want to check things online, and pause games far too often.
 
Anyone else getting dreams with weird/pretty bad atmospheres? Im already pretty sensitive to atmospheres while im conscious, so it gets worse with dreams because they are much weirder. Gonna have to shrug them off I guess.
 
Municipality workers are coming over in two weeks. Hopefully I can get back into assisted living again, only this time much stricter. My previous attempt at assisted living failed in some aspects, as I can't handle freedom at all. I need to be told exactly what I need to do, when to do it and how to do it, otherwise I'll just ruin it. Back then even 24/7 assistance by the nurses wasn't enough as I just shut myself in my room and never get out.
 
My usually-managable depression has amplified in recent months to the point where I find myself struggling to find the motivation to do anything. I don't mean in a way where I'm bedridden and somber, just that I don't want to go to the gym, I don't want to watch a movie, I don't want to play a game, I don't want to cook...it's like I take the shortcut whenever possible or just don't do something altogether.

Does anyone have any tips on getting through this? I *need* to get this shit in check before grad school but I'm finding it all-but-impossible to do the things I want to do.
 
I knew getting a job wouldn't solve all my issues or even a portion of them. I just thought I'd see some change in my day to day life other than me just working for 8 hours most days. Instead it's just the same stress if not worse I get plenty of interaction at work but I just feel even lonelier at home then before. You can tell how I am doing by the state of my room. If it's nice and clean like it had been for past few months I've been doing great. Past 2 months it's been nothing but a mess and I just now finally got the energy to clean it up cause I had enough. Then to top all that stress off I might be out of said job by the end of the week if I don't hit some specific goals they want me to hit.
 
I wish I could enjoy video games (or anything) like I used to. It's been years since I've been able to. Most of the time, I'm absent-minded, thinking about other things and not having the same amount of fun as I should be.

I always want to check things online, and pause games far too often.


Yep. I can relate. I find myself not able to stay focused on games or films. I'm always wondering how long it has left.

It's been a hard few weeks for me. Me and my ex split up last July, and back in October we tried to take things slow as friends and see where it leads up to. Things have been fantastic until last month. I mean we totally didn't make it back to dating, but I always felt secure about things working out. We would still do everything together, make out and cuddle every so often. But last month she came out of nowhere and told me she went on a date one night. Just hearing those words shattered me, it destroyed the safety net that I've been holding on all this time. I told her that there's no way we can be friends while she is dating, she didn't sound moved or shocked, so I guess I was hoping it would have more of a reaction out of her.

It's not enough that my issues with my ex are bringing me down, it also seems like my friends are too busy with their lives to give me time anymore. I guess that's part of hitting your 30s. I still wish I had a friend or 2 that would marathon through movies or games all night, but my best friend and her soon to be wife just adopted, and while I'm happy for them, I know our friendship will be a little bit more limited than before.

There is a bright side to everything, I ended up getting my ex's corgi when she got a new job. He's just given me so much more life and reason to get out and do things. I've pushed myself through depression to go hiking with him and to dog parks almost 3 times a week.
 
I knew getting a job wouldn't solve all my issues or even a portion of them. I just thought I'd see some change in my day to day life other than me just working for 8 hours most days. Instead it's just the same stress if not worse I get plenty of interaction at work but I just feel even lonelier at home then before. You can tell how I am doing by the state of my room. If it's nice and clean like it had been for past few months I've been doing great. Past 2 months it's been nothing but a mess and I just now finally got the energy to clean it up cause I had enough. Then to top all that stress off I might be out of said job by the end of the week if I don't hit some specific goals they want me to hit.

I hope the job works itself out. Just having that structure in your life can be very important, even if work is just work. I know that keeping on a schedule is huge for me.

One big thing I think about is how complex cause-effect relationships can be, especially with mental illness. Associations between our mental state and even physiology and our environment can be extremely powerful. Often, when people overdose on drugs, it happens outside of the normal place they use. The same dose, but taken in different surroundings, can prove fatal. That blows my mind, that the environment can have such a profound effect on our biology.

So you said that the cleanliness of your room reflects your mental state. I really relate to that - I let things get really messy when I am not feeling okay. I've learned that that association is pretty strong in my mind, and I can use it to help my mental state. So when you feel better, you clean things up, but you can also clean things up to make yourself feel better. It sounds kind of silly, but it really works for me. Keeping things neat and tidy improves my mental state.

Depression can be so much about settling into patterns and routines. We have certain behaviors associated with our depression. That also means we have behaviors associated with the times when we feel well. If you start looking at the cause-effect relationship as going both ways - your mental state influences the behavior, but the behavior also influences the mental state, you can find ways to structure your life to keep your mental state better. It takes serious energy to force yourself to do some of your healthy behaviors when you are down, but it can really help. The slightly easier way to do things is to use the periods when you are feeling good to reinforce the healthy behaviors - clean things up, hang some posters, stock up on some easy meals - make it so that, when you start feeling down and you start just dumping your dirty clothes on the floor, you can get back on track by picking up a few things. If your room is a mess and then you start feeling down, it will be way harder to pick things up and get that mental boost.

I don't know how hokey this all sounds, but it does work for me. Depression and the associated behaviors reinforce each other. You can try to fix the depression - which we all try to do, but it can be hard to know exactly what to do - or (more like AND) you can try to change the behaviors. The big advantage to the latter is that the behaviors tend to be very specific things - letting your place get messy, not eating, avoiding people, not going outside, etc. This is not to say it's super easy to fix these things when you are depressed ("JUST EXERCISE AND YOU'LL FEEL BETTER!!!!!!11!!!!!!1ONE" Yuck), but it's hard to know where to start if your goal is FIX MY DEPRESSION. It's pretty easy to know where to start when the goal is CLEAN UP MY ROOM.
 
Got myself a date on Wednesday night! Really looking forward to it.
A girl from work who is super cool (and also engaged and a few years older than me) set me up with her sister who's my age and seems really cool from the brief interaction I had with her.
Quite excited!
 
Yuup. Not only is this true for my own bungled, scattered ass self, it's also super central* (*more than just plain old central: SUPER CENTRAL) to many recovery focused mental health inpatient settings, across the whole wonderful rainbow of diagnoses or 'presentations'. Anyone who has spent time in/around these places will be familiar. Those goddamn nurses or whoever the fuck waking me up. Another shitty breakfast. In some ways though it's the thing right. That sense of time, of purpose, of health- from the basic, ie. getting out of bed, sleep hygiene in general, and eating, through to nursing interventions, working with medications, going for some exercise, attending different groups, working with the occupational therapists, different appointments. Those who have some framework around that sense of timeliness, or routine, already established, or who take steps in that direction really seem to expedite positive things for themselves. There can be just a mountain of shit stacked against people around this stuff and I know it's definitely something i've had to work for myself and will absolutely need to continue on doing. How real is this shit? One of my favourite bands wrote a song about this shit man! I mean, it might be tangentially related!

I applaud your use of Samiam here.

Got myself a date on Wednesday night! Really looking forward to it.
A girl from work who is super cool (and also engaged and a few years older than me) set me up with her sister who's my age and seems really cool from the brief interaction I had with her.
Quite excited!

Go Kipp!
 
First post in the thread.... Last week I was diagnosed with depression, a massive relapse with sucidal ideations all the time like I haven't had in years. One week later I can start thinking a bit more clearly. The disorders that cause it (Avoidant personality, social phobia that has been breaking me in the form of self induced loneliness), and I even managed to make a new friend outside the internet. Actual dating / sex / whatever are still beyond my possibilities as the panic and thoughts of being undesirable and pathetic arise immediately.

Last summer the shrink prescribed me Mirtazapaine at my insistence, as he did not think I really need anything. I quit after 3 days after not being able to cope with the side effects and almost falling (I had a beer that day and did not expect it will mix that badly) during a night restroom visit. And yet, I'm willing to give it a try again, as i feel I really need it this time to regain some stability. The sleepines side effect will be appreciated as I barely sleep (noisy upper neighbours so you can hear every step and I am always alert and on edge), but I'm fairly worried about the weigh gain. Will self control with diet help prevent this?
 
Hello all,

Am I supposed to feel worse after going out on dates? I have been on 8 first dates in the last month they all seem to go okay, but then i never get a second date. Eventually i ask them what I did wrong or what ever and all the girls who replied said i was a gentleman and really sweet. When i pressed them on my they didnt want to go out again they got ghost(this may have been a bad idea in hindsight), 2 of them said they saw us more as friends, which is understandable cant win them all. I cant help but feel like when I wasn't dating i wasnt this depressed, i was atleast content with being a loser. i had been doing alot of work on myself hobbies, eating healthy etc. Maybe i should just stop dating all together, all it does is make me more depressed and more aware of how alone I really am.

Regards,

Dreday
 
This is about the closest thing we have to an Anxiety-GAF thread, right?

I'm warring with mild/moderate anxiety daily now because:
- I'm dealing with a minor heart condition that appears to be causing palpitations
- I'm predisposed to worrying and nervousness when something's wrong (thanks family!) and the anxiety is undoubtedly amping up my symptoms

Anxiety is motherfucking awful. Even initially mild episodes seem to spiral out of control if you let your imagination run wild with awful possibilities. It truly sometimes feels impossible to gain control again, and even when you inevitably do (mentally), your body's still reeling from the panic, adrenaline rush and general stress, causing you to feel jittery for hours afterward which can feed into anxiety relapses.

This whole process is just wreaking havoc on my life this month, from missed work hours to general home stress.

The worst part is, while suffering from any anxiety episode, I frequently catch myself holding my breath, which is obviously bad. It's like my body forgets to do this thing it's been doing fine for decades w

I want to explore techniques, exercises, medications and other solutions to manage anxiety. The notion of taking anxiety medication kind of terrifies me, because I worry about developing reliance. But I mean, if the medication helps restore me to normal functionality, then that's good, right? Can anti-anxiety mediation be prescribed for short term use to help a patient through a brief, troubled time, or is there a risk I develop dependence? That is, is it better for me to try and just manage without it?

Wheels are in motion to investigate and potentially treat the heart issue with a procedure in July. Solving that may stop the symptoms which are fuelling my mild panic and constant worry. But I'm aware that this anxiety exists now and want to manage it.

Thanks for reading and offering advice.
 
Can anti-anxiety mediation be prescribed for short term use to help a patient through a brief, troubled time, or is there a risk I develop dependence? That is, is it better for me to try and just manage without it?

They could prescribe lorazepam for treating occasional episodes, but if you rely too much on it the dependence and posterior withdrawal will be the worst and hardest. Most medications are designed to be taken in the long term, with a mandatory period of discontinuation and withdrawal. years ago I was prescribed citalopram for generalised panic and anxiety disorded. It managed to calm me, but losing my emotions (and other thing) was more than I could bear.


Regarding techniques, the therapist told me how to empty my head with controlled breathing during an attack, but I've never been very good at it.
 
I've posted snippets of things, usually abbreviated, in this thread, because I was too afraid to unload everything. But I wanted to explain more thoroughly in the hopes that I might gain some insight. I think that I have three main problems.

First, I'm trying to deal with an anxiety problem that keeps me from being fully comfortable around others. After four months, my girlfriend says she doesn't really know who I am, and that I only ever seem "normal" when I'm around other people too. With her, one on one, I'm apparently guarded and awkward. (Her friends think I'm awkward too, but I guess in a more socially acceptable way.) I move my hands a lot, and I often can't keep still. I've always had a disconnect between how I want to move and how my body actually moves. You can imagine how talented at sports I was, and the only athletics I can really manage are lifting weights. I even run awkwardly. I have no rhythm, and I can't dance.

Second, the anxiety got worse after I returned from Afghanistan, leading me to believe that I now suffer from a form of PTSD. I had a full-blown panic attack only once though, and that's when I was driving in a thunderstorm. When I was a kid, I developed a minor strain of OCD: I thought it was fine, because it basically led me to hyper-organize things, enjoy tidiness, and love tinkering. After Afghanistan, the anxiety manifests by mild self-mutilation -- I always rub my fingers together; I even rip my fingernails off. (I always chewed before; it's far worse now.) I never disclosed this to anyone because, in the military, if you out yourself as having mental problems, you often get fired.

Third, I'm still suffering from the after-effects of 2014. Ironically enough, I was separated from the military at the end of that year due to budget cuts -- I wanted to stay, so this was another blow to self-confdience -- I went back to school for another Master's and I've been hunting ever since. I've applied to maybe hundreds of places. I've gotten a few interviews, but no offers. I've only managed to avoid moving back home with my parents because I can, at times, perform military duty... where I'm working with former peers who were now promoted over me. To say it humbled me is an understatement. But even these come and go, and right now I was promised a contract gig that started in the beginning of May. Now it's starting mid-June at the earliest. And I stress out about rent and expenses.

Equally important, I got divorced. I pushed my ex-wife away due to depression; I was a shitty husband.

I won't have health insurance until mid-June at the earliest. I'm trying to cope by starting meditation, which I'm not great at, and reading books. I've mostly managed to silence rather nuanced suicidal ideations (e.g., your ex is much better off without you; you're only as good as your life insurance plans) and I'm able to avoid spiraling.

In the immediate term, I know that my anxiety is pushing my girlfriend away. She says she wants to fall in love with me; she admits that a part of her already does. But I guess I'm naturally defensive. She feeds off of my anxiety, and then it's a truly detrimental cycle. In my head, I can picture a confident, self-assured, employed, loving person. I just don't know how to get there.

Thanks, GAF.
 
They could prescribe lorazepam for treating occasional episodes, but if you rely too much on it the dependence and posterior withdrawal will be the worst and hardest. Most medications are designed to be taken in the long term, with a mandatory period of discontinuation and withdrawal. years ago I was prescribed citalopram for generalised panic and anxiety disorded. It managed to calm me, but losing my emotions (and other thing) was more than I could bear.


Regarding techniques, the therapist told me how to empty my head with controlled breathing during an attack, but I've never been very good at it.

Precisely my worst fear. I don't any of me getting erased or altered. But I don't know if that's even possible.

I would prefer to learn how to manage it. I want an action plan though, and doctors seem so slow to get you doing down this path. Now, I have a meeting at an anxiety clinic planned for sometime in the next two weeks. They'll get back to me to confirm. What do I do until then....?

And yeah. I'm the worst at just calming down and pushing negative thoughts out. Easier said than done. Distraction helps a lot. A game. A movie. Conversation. A colleague once scolded me (playfully and all) when I played a game to distract myself, saying that I was 'clearly fine' if I could play a game. Uh huh.

How are you doing after your episode of withdrawal? It sounds like it was terrible, but hopefully you're past it?
 
I've been living with anxiety and agoraphobia, both with panic attacks, for years now, and although medication doesn't seem to work for me, I recommend trying it if you can. It can be a struggle to find the right one and you need to be very careful about dosing consistency and tapering both on and off as needed, but when you find something that works without overwhelmingly bad side effects, it can be a near-magical life changing thing. I was on something that worked for a while, and then seized, and I haven't been able to find a seizure-safe replacement that didn't have terrible side effects for me.

Other things that can help; therapy (especially CBT or DBT, which may work better if you have borderline personality disorder), mindfulness, meditation, proper breathing, regular exercise, limited deliberate sun exposure, social exposure therapy, talking to someone about your problems, and (in my experience) diet control. Drink your daily water, absolutely avoid caffeine, and intake as little other trigger foods as possible. You may want to try an elimination diet to identify problem foods. Even if you aren't allergic to a food, you can still be sensitive to it, and anxiety can trigger physical manifestations when you eat those foods, quickly leading to a huge, out-of-control panic spiral. Gluten or grains, dairy, and sugar or other simple carbohydrates are all common triggers, so keeping a food and panic attack journal can help kill two birds with one stone. I'm not one of those anti-science/anti-food hippies, but cutting gluten out of my life on the recommendation of three different GI doctors has made a huge difference for me, both for my anxiety and my IBS. Don't sweat eating things you love in moderation or getting food that may have trace amounts of whatever, just be aware of what's up with you.

Hopefully, this will give the anxiety sufferers here some tools and coping mechanisms while they are finding a doctor, therapist, psychologist, etcetera, that they are comfortable tackling this disease with. Having a viable treatment plan in place and a set of decent fallbacks can help give you an immense piece of mind. Don't get discouraged about a backslide. If you climbed to a higher spot once, you can do it again.

I've talked about my anxiety and how I live with it a few other times in this topic, I'm pretty sure the posts are still there if anyone needs them. I can talk about it until my fingers fall off and your eyes get tired, but only you can decide to try. Doing something is generally better than not for me, but I don't have any control issues with my mental health issues. Your mileage may vary.
 
For some reason everyone thinks they can ask me to solve their problems. I have two friends who just broke up and who are talking about ending it and I'm doing all I can to support them but they won't go see a psychologist. My mother is also depressed because she thinks that my familly doesn't love her (she thinks we don't tell her enough or do enough to show it but I'm always doing everything I can from cleaning the dishes after everyone to taking care of the damn cats, and I even buy her flowers sometimes).

On top of that I have my own issues like university and trying to get through the fact that I was raped. However, I am managing these things.

The problem is that everyone are just throwing their problems at me. My mother is depressed so my uncle asks me to take care of her (which I am trying to do) and gets mad at me because I'm not doing a good enough job for his taste. My friends tell me their problems and expect me to do everything I can to help them all the time. My brother's friend asked me to take care of him too.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I just can't do it. I want some peace of mind
 
This might be kind of weird, but I've been using a TENS machine to stimulate my vagus nerve and it has been working really well for a lot of my symptoms. In my life I seem to follow a pattern where in response to anxiety I dissociate from my feelings and develop a really flat affect with some chronic fatigue like symptoms. This treatment hasn't been getting rid of my anxiety per se, but it has at least partially been lifting the oppressive fog that keeps me from even realizing my anxiety in the first place. I'm sure that in terms of psychological arousal I still tend to run a bit hot, but it has been making it a lot more manageable for me this past week or so since I started doing it.

It's supposed to stimulate your parasympathetic nervous system and in practice it seems to have some of the same effects as meditation for me. Meditation has a lot of other effects which make it better for me overall, but this has a practical sensibility to it because I can just passively receive electrical stimulation while I'm doing something else, it's easier to keep a schedule and not skip out on sessions.
 
Every time I have a period of better days (I hesitate to call them good because I'm still in pain and tired, it's just that I'm functional), I do the exact same thing to myself. I get my hopes up, thinking things will be different. I start making plans with people. I start getting out of the apartment. I start thinking I can work again. I start thinking that I can finally travel again, something which I desperately want to do because there's so many people I want to spend time with. My oldest bud Bob and his wife moved to Germany late last year and I'm dying to go over there. I even told him last night that it might be a possibility.

Of course it's not. Once the next flare hits, I'm bedbound again, absolutely miserable and contemplating the most efficient way to off myself. It's a never-ending cycle of hope and then misery. This time especially tore me to shreds because it was almost two weeks of feeling better and being able to do things. Especially in the last week, I was pretty active and this actually had a negative effect on my mental health because I'm so used to being alone. My anxiety and mood swings went way up from the stress of being around people. Despite this, I'm happy I was able to spend time with some friends in the area (that I needed to reconnect with anyway) and family for Mother's Day.

It's just that now, I have probably two weeks of agony to look forward to and I'm not handling it well at all. It makes me feel nauseous and I've been holding back sobs all day. I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore or why I'm even still here.
 
Does anyone know what to do if you've stopped medication cold turkey and need to start over?

I was at 200 mg sertraline (zoloft?) and I forgot to refill. One day became one week. I was very busy with work so I kinda forgot about it too. I think it's been close to a month now.

I think part of me didn't feel the need to refill because I didn't notice any difference. I take these meds for OCD and I didn't notice any differences. But now that it's been close to a month, I can feel myself getting more anxious and obsessive again.

I just don't know if I can just start at 200 mg again. I know I shouldn't just have quit outta nowhere... but yeah. It's only afterwards you realize what these meds really do/did.
 
I want to explore techniques, exercises, medications and other solutions to manage anxiety. The notion of taking anxiety medication kind of terrifies me, because I worry about developing reliance. But I mean, if the medication helps restore me to normal functionality, then that's good, right? Can anti-anxiety mediation be prescribed for short term use to help a patient through a brief, troubled time, or is there a risk I develop dependence? That is, is it better for me to try and just manage without it?

Anxiety medication is effective and safe symptom relief. When taken as directed it can offer you tremendous relief from the constant churning of rumination, unsettledness or however else anxiety may manifest for you. The issues with medication mostly come (a) when not taken as directed or (b) when used as the only means of treatment.

On point (a), medications like benzodiazepines are probably what you're thinking of when you worry of dependence, but dependence with these medications comes mostly when one gets into a cycle of dose escalation, especially when working with short-acting anxiety relief solutions (such as Xanax). As a point of fact, I have been taking a longer-acting benzo (Klonopin) for nearly 5 years now at the same dose and it still works as well for me as it did day 1, because I've been careful with it.

There are some other elements of dependence, such as withdrawals; nearly any medication taken consistently for a long period of time will produce a physical dependence leading to some withdrawals upon discontinuation. But again, this is mitigated by the keen supervision of a medical professional, who should always strive for the lowest effective dose and will taper things off rather than ever stopping cold turkey.

On point (b), anxiety medication can be a bit of a dead end if we don't also make efforts to up both our coping skills and our understanding of what creates our anxieties. Think of it this way, perhaps: a fire extinguisher is a fantastically effective tool, but at some point you want to prevent new fires from starting. Does that mean we should not use the fire extinguisher out of principle? No. Both approaches are useful. Understanding and coping usually come through therapy, which is of use to all people in all walks of life, but meditation, journaling, exercise and many other things can be great as well.

Let me know if you have any more questions!

I won't have health insurance until mid-June at the earliest. I'm trying to cope by starting meditation, which I'm not great at, and reading books. I've mostly managed to silence rather nuanced suicidal ideations (e.g., your ex is much better off without you; you're only as good as your life insurance plans) and I'm able to avoid spiraling.

In the immediate term, I know that my anxiety is pushing my girlfriend away. She says she wants to fall in love with me; she admits that a part of her already does. But I guess I'm naturally defensive. She feeds off of my anxiety, and then it's a truly detrimental cycle. In my head, I can picture a confident, self-assured, employed, loving person. I just don't know how to get there.

Thanks, GAF.

Thanks for checking in, AD. I cannot rightly identify what the "block" is, the obstacle between your current you and the you you can very nearly picture as existing, but I think therapy will be of tremendous help in finding and coping with that block. Likely it has something to do with your military experience / PTSD, which is a whole realm of experience I cannot offer much wisdom on. In the mean time, self-reflection, journaling and meditation may be helpful, as well as doing your best to be consistently understanding and patient with your girlfriend and letting her know that this is something you intend to work on, and thus you appreciate her patience.

For some reason everyone thinks they can ask me to solve their problems. I have two friends who just broke up and who are talking about ending it and I'm doing all I can to support them but they won't go see a psychologist. My mother is also depressed because she thinks that my familly doesn't love her (she thinks we don't tell her enough or do enough to show it but I'm always doing everything I can from cleaning the dishes after everyone to taking care of the damn cats, and I even buy her flowers sometimes).

On top of that I have my own issues like university and trying to get through the fact that I was raped. However, I am managing these things.

The problem is that everyone are just throwing their problems at me. My mother is depressed so my uncle asks me to take care of her (which I am trying to do) and gets mad at me because I'm not doing a good enough job for his taste. My friends tell me their problems and expect me to do everything I can to help them all the time. My brother's friend asked me to take care of him too.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I just can't do it. I want some peace of mind

Mathunilx,
Have you tried (gently) bringing up your limits with these friends? I know it's tough when people are in a bad place, but there is a way we can gently, warmly, lovingly establish our boundaries and help our friends find other solutions if what we are able to currently offer simply isn't enough for where they're at right now.

Last fall I had a friend go through an extreme bout of panic and anxiety. I was with him nearly 24/7 for a few days, talking to him, listening, etc, but after a few days I did have to gently establish my boundary - I hadn't much more to offer - and we were able to work together, amicably, on other ways he could find support and how I could best continue to help him (quite a bit, but not 24/7).

Every time I have a period of better days (I hesitate to call them good because I'm still in pain and tired, it's just that I'm functional), I do the exact same thing to myself. I get my hopes up, thinking things will be different. I start making plans with people. I start getting out of the apartment. I start thinking I can work again. I start thinking that I can finally travel again, something which I desperately want to do because there's so many people I want to spend time with. My oldest bud Bob and his wife moved to Germany late last year and I'm dying to go over there. I even told him last night that it might be a possibility.

Of course it's not. Once the next flare hits, I'm bedbound again, absolutely miserable and contemplating the most efficient way to off myself. It's a never-ending cycle of hope and then misery. This time especially tore me to shreds because it was almost two weeks of feeling better and being able to do things. Especially in the last week, I was pretty active and this actually had a negative effect on my mental health because I'm so used to being alone. My anxiety and mood swings went way up from the stress of being around people. Despite this, I'm happy I was able to spend time with some friends in the area (that I needed to reconnect with anyway) and family for Mother's Day.

It's just that now, I have probably two weeks of agony to look forward to and I'm not handling it well at all. It makes me feel nauseous and I've been holding back sobs all day. I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore or why I'm even still here.

It's curious to wonder, in times of tumult and changing circumstances, how much of our suffering comes from the present situation and how much comes from the anticipation of future suffering.

It seems sort of ridiculous, doesn't it? Suffering now over the possibility of suffering in the future? I do it all the time.

Sorry you're in a flare again, jb. I'm glad you were able to get yourself out there last week, even if it was a bit much.

Does anyone know what to do if you've stopped medication cold turkey and need to start over?

I was at 200 mg sertraline (zoloft?) and I forgot to refill. One day became one week. I was very busy with work so I kinda forgot about it too. I think it's been close to a month now.

I think part of me didn't feel the need to refill because I didn't notice any difference. I take these meds for OCD and I didn't notice any differences. But now that it's been close to a month, I can feel myself getting more anxious and obsessive again.

I just don't know if I can just start at 200 mg again. I know I shouldn't just have quit outta nowhere... but yeah. It's only afterwards you realize what these meds really do/did.

Please consult a medical professional, explain the situation honestly, and ask for the best next step. Perhaps you should go back on the Setraline, or perhaps there is a better solution now that you're off of it. Can you go back to your prescribing doctor?

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The problem is that everyone are just throwing their problems at me. My mother is depressed so my uncle asks me to take care of her (which I am trying to do) and gets mad at me because I'm not doing a good enough job for his taste. My friends tell me their problems and expect me to do everything I can to help them all the time. My brother's friend asked me to take care of him too.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I just can't do it. I want some peace of mind

You can't help the people you love if you can't help yourself. Is there anyone who is helping you? Are all these relationships based on mutual support?

I am a big proponent of helping my loved ones, in all the ways that I can but at the same time, I don't believe that it's reasonable for people to ask you to be there 24/7, especially for extended periods of time. Lives can get busy, priorities can shift (either temporarily or permanently), people can be going through things themselves. I had a situation a while back where I was trying to help a friend through a really rough time, he called when I wasn't available and then passive-aggressively went at me because "if I cared enough, I would have been there."

That hurt.

It's the primary reason why I've spent so much time making new friends that I trust, so that I can get the support that I need from multiple sources, without risking burning one person out. I still feel (whether rationally or not) that I toe that line at times but I try really hard to maintain balance in my relationships.

(Maybe too hard. Overthinking is a problem of mine too.)

It's curious to wonder, in times of tumult and changing circumstances, how much of our suffering comes from the present situation and how much comes from the anticipation of future suffering.

It seems sort of ridiculous, doesn't it? Suffering now over the possibility of suffering in the future? I do it all the time.

Sorry you're in a flare again, jb. I'm glad you were able to get yourself out there last week, even if it was a bit much.

There's nothing scarier than the future, bud, whether you're ill or not. A good chunk of my suffering comes from grief of my limitations, the man I wish I could be, the things I wish I could be doing. There's not really any way around that. I try to push through it but that only works part of the time and doesn't really face an unsolvable problem.

It's especially aggravating because sometimes I think I have it under control and then some new limitation makes itself known and I go through the grieving process all over again. This is a very common problem for people with chronic illnesses but knowing this doesn't make it any easier.
 
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I've been reading The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone, by Olivia Laing. I'm loving it so far and finding a lot to think about. I'm struggling a bit with loneliness right now, being at a new job, away from my family. The worst year for my depression was also the absolute loneliest, so I know how harmful it is to me.

Laing writes about her experience living alone in NYC following a failed relationship in her 30s, and uses her story to branch off into discussions about various aspects of loneliness. She talks about being drawn to Edward Hopper's paintings and going to see them during her time in New York. Hopper is my favorite painter, particularly because his paintings capture loneliness and isolation so well, so I really enjoyed her discussion of his life and work.



I like having time to myself, but I've come to see how I have developed my extroversion as a defense against depression. People charge me up and get me out of the darkest places inside my own head. I know that Laing is building towards a nuanced view of loneliness, one that includes both the ways it can be very harmful as well as the ways being alone can be a positive experience. I'm really interested to see where the discussion goes.

I highly recommend the book and would love to discuss it with anyone else who picks it up.
 
I've posted in here once or twice in the past iirc but I was hoping to get some advice. Does anybody have any tips for deciding on/finding a therapist or psychiatrist when I don't have a primary care physician? I've had issues with my mental health now for as long as I can remember pretty much and I just need to do something. I don't even know where to begin at this point.

I was thinking a psychiatrist might be good for baselines/diagoses and such but maybe therapy would be better to start with? I just need to do something this time around because it's starting to be more invasive in terms of my day to day life.

I thought I was doing okay for awhile but for some reason things flared up/have manifested as this really intense health anxiety or hypochondria. I don't have any particular reason to be worried but I'm convinced I'm going to drop dead or be diagnosed with a terminal illness at any time now. It's not a great feeling. I don't really know what has changed because if you were to talk to me about a similar thing in the past I'd be really indifferent.
 
I generally just feel like I have no purpose here. I try to make one by helping others by donating blood, being an organ donor, and doing some charity work, but since I have a problem working outside of the house and am on disability I feel like a mooch.

I worry about the future, due to how much it will cost to live on my own, am jealous of others' success, hate myself for being this way and just take things day by day. It's not how I want to life, and I wish I wasn't so bored and lonely.

Things I used to enjoy, I don't enjoy as much, and it's harder for me to watch TV or movies because my attention span is so low. Same goes for gaming, which falls into the first category regarding enjoyment. But I can't/won't stop.

I fear living without my Mom for years, since I don't know if I will ever see her again. I wish I could have just gone with her.
 
I've posted in here once or twice in the past iirc but I was hoping to get some advice. Does anybody have any tips for deciding on/finding a therapist or psychiatrist when I don't have a primary care physician. I've had issues with my mental health now for as long as I can remember pretty much and I just need to do something. I don't even know where to begin at this point.

I was thinking a psychiatrist might be good for baselines/diagoses and such but maybe therapy would be better to start with? I just need to do something this time around because it's starting to be more invasive in terms of my day to day life.

I thought I was doing okay for awhile but for some reason things flared up/have manifested as this really intense health anxiety or hypochondria. I don't have any particular reason to be worried but I'm convinced I'm going to drop dead or be diagnosed with a terminal illness at any time now. It's not a great feeling. I don't really know what has changed because if you were to talk to me about a similar thing in the past I'd be really indifferent.

Is there a particular reason you don't have a primary care physician? You're going to need one sooner than later anyway if you have any health problems.
 
Is there a particular reason you don't have a primary care physician? You're going to need one sooner than later anyway if you have any health problems.

I've been without one mostly due to financial and insurance reasons. In emergency/urgent cases I've just been going to ERs or urgent cares. I'm in the process of finding a PCP but if at all possible I'd like to get into a therapist or psychiatrist as soon as I can as well.
 
I'm lonely and I feel worthless and aimless. Normally I'm the hopefull guy with a plan but I've been a train wreck for about a year now. There are people in my life who need me and rely on me, but I'm just growing resentful. I feel trapped and alone. They want and need me to be someone I'm not. I've been lying to people so I fit in their boxes of who they wish I was and its destroying my emotional well being. Now all I feel is shame.

i don't have any goals, any hopes and any dreams that I might have seem further away then ever.
 
Parents might be kicking me out tomorrow. Got in a big fight with my mom because she's a stupid bitch. Have nowhere else to go, so my only real option is to kill myself I guess. Why does killing myself have to be so hard, though? I did some research and it seems that overdosing on my meds won't do the trick (and that method failed the last two times, anyway), and I don't have a gun or a way to poison myself with carbon monoxide. And then if I try and fail, I'll probably just wake up in a hospital with a bill that I could never possibly pay off because I have no health insurance. So I don't know what I'm going to do.
 
I have another appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I kind of want to stop seeing him. He's decided I should tell him my whole damn life story and I've done that more times than I ever wanted to already with all the different therapists I've seen. Last time our session went over by like half an hour and I was a nervous wreck by the end. And he's one of those therapists who doesn't put forth anything during awkward silences, which are frequent with me. He just sort of nods after I say something and...keeps nodding. He's not even close to the first therapist I've had who does this, either. What the fuck is up with that? Why is it a thing? It's infuriating. Do they just want to watch me stew in my own sweat or what?
 
Please consult a medical professional, explain the situation honestly, and ask for the best next step. Perhaps you should go back on the Setraline, or perhaps there is a better solution now that you're off of it. Can you go back to your prescribing doctor?

<3

Well, my prescribing doctor was a psychiatrist at first. She would start my dose at 50mg, then 100 and finally 200. But she's very busy and I usually had to make an appointment a month in advance.

Because of the long waiting times, I went to my local doctor to prescribe me new boxes of 100 pills (100mg). Since I was on 200mg, I'd take two pills a day. Enough for 50 days.

Because I'm busy with work and it's hard to make an appointment with the psychiatrist, I think the last time I saw her was around a year ago. I just went to my local doctor every few months. Last time I did, I asked for two boxes so I could last a 100 days.

I guess I'll just tell my doctor then. He's no psychiatrist, but he'll know what to do, I guess.
 
I've been dealing with severe anxiety that's has started to make me unable to function at my job. I also have depression. (This all started moving back to NJ from CO, having a new job I don't like, very long commutes, etc.)

I went to the psychiatrist yesterday at the recommendation of my therapist. I've been put on Zoloft, along with Lorazepam for when I need some immediate relief. I had to take one on the train this morning as the feeling of dread I have for going to work is unbearable.

I'm looking for a new job, but it takes time.

I want to go home and hide in bed right now, I feel so miserable.
 
Just had a dream involing a nasty scorpion, and the implecations online are very bad.

For my own mental sake i should not have looked that up.
 
In relation to being off Zoloft and going on it again... does anyone know if it's gonna take months again to have an effect?

I was used to being on 200mg for months, then went off for about a month... worst part is when you need it, it's already too late. And having to wait weeks just to feel its effects sucks.
 
I'm lonely and I feel worthless and aimless. Normally I'm the hopefull guy with a plan but I've been a train wreck for about a year now. There are people in my life who need me and rely on me, but I'm just growing resentful. I feel trapped and alone. They want and need me to be someone I'm not. I've been lying to people so I fit in their boxes of who they wish I was and its destroying my emotional well being. Now all I feel is shame.

i don't have any goals, any hopes and any dreams that I might have seem further away then ever.

I can identify with a lot of this. I don't have any answers for you, but I can empathize, that's really hard. :(
 
There's nothing scarier than the future, bud, whether you're ill or not. A good chunk of my suffering comes from grief of my limitations, the man I wish I could be, the things I wish I could be doing. There's not really any way around that. I try to push through it but that only works part of the time and doesn't really face an unsolvable problem.

It's especially aggravating because sometimes I think I have it under control and then some new limitation makes itself known and I go through the grieving process all over again. This is a very common problem for people with chronic illnesses but knowing this doesn't make it any easier.

I disagree that it's an unsolvable problem. The more we train ourselves to stay in the present moment as a non-judgmental observer the less we are caught up in suffering over the past or future. Conceptually, it's as simple as "be here now". Of course, it takes lots of practice to be able to put that to use. But any progress made toward that end goal means a great reduction in angst and anxiety, in my experience.

I've posted in here once or twice in the past iirc but I was hoping to get some advice. Does anybody have any tips for deciding on/finding a therapist or psychiatrist when I don't have a primary care physician? I've had issues with my mental health now for as long as I can remember pretty much and I just need to do something. I don't even know where to begin at this point.

I was thinking a psychiatrist might be good for baselines/diagoses and such but maybe therapy would be better to start with? I just need to do something this time around because it's starting to be more invasive in terms of my day to day life.

I thought I was doing okay for awhile but for some reason things flared up/have manifested as this really intense health anxiety or hypochondria. I don't have any particular reason to be worried but I'm convinced I'm going to drop dead or be diagnosed with a terminal illness at any time now. It's not a great feeling. I don't really know what has changed because if you were to talk to me about a similar thing in the past I'd be really indifferent.

Hey Threads, click here to check out a previous post I made on selecting a Psychiatrist or Therapist.

Past a certain point it's going to be trial and error - you've got to make appointments, go in and see people and see if you get along with them well enough and may be able to develop a trusting relationship with them. But the more you get yourself out there the better idea you'll have of what you're looking for.

Let me know if you have any questions!

I generally just feel like I have no purpose here. I try to make one by helping others by donating blood, being an organ donor, and doing some charity work, but since I have a problem working outside of the house and am on disability I feel like a mooch.

I worry about the future, due to how much it will cost to live on my own, am jealous of others' success, hate myself for being this way and just take things day by day. It's not how I want to life, and I wish I wasn't so bored and lonely.

Things I used to enjoy, I don't enjoy as much, and it's harder for me to watch TV or movies because my attention span is so low. Same goes for gaming, which falls into the first category regarding enjoyment. But I can't/won't stop.

I fear living without my Mom for years, since I don't know if I will ever see her again. I wish I could have just gone with her.

I'm sorry you're suffering, Chewie. I think it's inevitable that there are questions of purpose, meaning, and moving on after a great loss. As much as possible I think it's best to take it one step at a time. One day at a time. Today, just do today. Tomorrow do tomorrow. And so on.

I'm lonely and I feel worthless and aimless. Normally I'm the hopefull guy with a plan but I've been a train wreck for about a year now. There are people in my life who need me and rely on me, but I'm just growing resentful. I feel trapped and alone. They want and need me to be someone I'm not. I've been lying to people so I fit in their boxes of who they wish I was and its destroying my emotional well being. Now all I feel is shame.

i don't have any goals, any hopes and any dreams that I might have seem further away then ever.

What do they need you to be, jdstorm? What sorts of things have you lied about?

Parents might be kicking me out tomorrow. Got in a big fight with my mom because she's a stupid bitch. Have nowhere else to go, so my only real option is to kill myself I guess. Why does killing myself have to be so hard, though? I did some research and it seems that overdosing on my meds won't do the trick (and that method failed the last two times, anyway), and I don't have a gun or a way to poison myself with carbon monoxide. And then if I try and fail, I'll probably just wake up in a hospital with a bill that I could never possibly pay off because I have no health insurance. So I don't know what I'm going to do.

I hope that time allows the fuses in the situation to cool, KevinCow, and that you're able to find some common ground again. If you are thinking of hurting yourself, please, please either seek emergency treatment, call a hotline, or both.

I have another appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I kind of want to stop seeing him. He's decided I should tell him my whole damn life story and I've done that more times than I ever wanted to already with all the different therapists I've seen. Last time our session went over by like half an hour and I was a nervous wreck by the end. And he's one of those therapists who doesn't put forth anything during awkward silences, which are frequent with me. He just sort of nods after I say something and...keeps nodding. He's not even close to the first therapist I've had who does this, either. What the fuck is up with that? Why is it a thing? It's infuriating. Do they just want to watch me stew in my own sweat or what?

What I find interesting, Steamlord, is that the behaviors you describe are, in my experience, pretty normal components of the therapeutic experience. Our therapists need to know what our background experiences are so that they may better understand our circumstances and how we ended up who we are today. And while the silences may be a bit annoying, they're meant to allow the therapist to observe where our mind naturally goes on its own; after all, therapy wouldn't be very informative if the therapist was simply leading the patient through what to say all the time. Watching our lines of thought can bring insight to how we're putting everything together.

Not that it doesn't bug me sometimes. Sometimes when my therapist is just quiet I call him out on it and ask him what I'm supposed to be talking about next. We usually find something.

What were you expecting to be different in your therapeutic relationship?

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Apparently people have noticed a change in my petsonality.

My friend has a coworker that we sometimes hang out with. The coworker says that when he first met me, I was more outgoing and enthusiastic. I was jovial.

Apparently I've become cold. Still friendly, but always tired and suppressed
 
In relation to being off Zoloft and going on it again... does anyone know if it's gonna take months again to have an effect?

I was used to being on 200mg for months, then went off for about a month... worst part is when you need it, it's already too late. And having to wait weeks just to feel its effects sucks.
No idea here, but remember that the way mental health drugs work tends to vary for everyone. I'm really surprised you haven't had an adverse effect from not tapering off, to be honest. Going on and off of various things suddenly (didn't have a choice since they were giving me the "this drug might kill you" side effects) has severely impacted me long term. My memory is completely shot, and I occasionally suffer from severe mood swings now, which didn't happen before the last round of trying drugs. Zoloft/Sertraline made me extremely high the first time I was on it, and the second time it gave me really bad cystic acne and heavy-hitting suicidal impulses.

One lf the most common complaints I've seen is that some drugs will simply not work again the way they did before if you try taking them again after quitting abruptly. Sometimes you might get different side effects than before. Will those happen to you? Can't know until you've gone through the adjustment period again.

Consistent dosage and tapering on and off are key to so many commonly prescribed mental health drugs. If you can't commit, they can become worse than worthless very quickly. Skipped doses here and there aren't a big deal, but these are drugs that mess with brain chemistry. Respecting them is the best choice, always.

this can't be a fun racket

It seems to be popular in certain circles, like the antivaxxer community. Talking about people/sites like FoodBabe, WellnessMama, etcetera.

Bagels, I'll have to check out that book, even though I've kind of made my peace with feeling lonely. Mine seems to be just the way I'm wired, very introverted and the agoraphobia doesn't help. It doesn't mean I stop trying. It just means that I try and enjoy both being alone and being in good company as much as possible while they last.
 
No idea here, but remember that the way mental health drugs work tends to vary for everyone. I'm really surprised you haven't had an adverse effect from not tapering off, to be honest. Going on and off of various things suddenly (didn't have a choice since they were giving me the "this drug might kill you" side effects) has severely impacted me long term. My memory is completely shot, and I occasionally suffer from severe mood swings now, which didn't happen before the last round of trying drugs. Zoloft/Sertraline made me extremely high the first time I was on it, and the second time it gave me really bad cystic acne and heavy-hitting suicidal impulses.

One lf the most common complaints I've seen is that some drugs will simply not work again the way they did before if you try taking them again after quitting abruptly. Sometimes you might get different side effects than before. Will those happen to you? Can't know until you've gone through the adjustment period again.

Consistent dosage and tapering on and off are key to so many commonly prescribed mental health drugs. If you can't commit, they can become worse than worthless very quickly. Skipped doses here and there aren't a big deal, but these are drugs that mess with brain chemistry. Respecting them is the best choice, always.

I do remember having severe electrical sensations when i would move my eyes left or right at the start. But it didn't bother me. Hell, I thought it was kinda funny. A weird but funny feeling. And thinking back on it, there were days my stomach felt a bit bad, but nothing too bad.

When I was on the drugs, the worst side effects I had were sexual. Losing erection and unable to ejaculate. Sometimes I had headaches. And I had an increased need to pee, I think.
 
Really struggling with my health anxiety tonight, have basically convinced myself in the space of two hours that I am having a heart attack/stroke/aortic aneurysm..

It's ridiculous because I know it's a panic attack yet it doesn't stop it from happening still, annoys me because now I have panicked so much I feel bloated and nauseous and can't sleep :-(.

Do you have the means at hand to make ginger tea? It always helps me with that bloated and nauseous feeling. Flat ginger ale or a clear soda may work as well. I've had varying amounts of luck with baking soda mixed with water, a few drops of lemon juice may help keep it from producing excess gas, but it is usually my home remedy of last resort.

Hope your anxiety calms down soon, in any case.
 
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