Where to begin ?? I am currently in a major relapse ( how I depise that word ) from my depression and anxiety disorders.
I am trying to up my meds without having a major breakdown. To put it simply, I am you. I have spent half my life now battling this and have fooled more professionals than I have fingers and toes. You know how that goes kids ?? Yes, I was scared to death of the meds , but hey, found that Xanax was just dandy !!! So I faked it for 20 years , filled my Xanax, threw away the depression scripts, and wa la !!!!!!!!!! Major breakdown at age 41. Just to clarify, my mother had passed the year before and I was her major caregiver for 8 years. So my doc put me in the ward and I was introduced to Effexor. ( They were stunned to say the least to know I had faked it that long ) It saved my life at the time.
Now I am at a point where I am drowning, but still get up everyday and do what must be done. But my soul is in turmoil. Actually there aren`t enough adjectives in Websters to describe this.
<I am a sensitive soul who knows what compassion, pain, and clawing my way through everyday feels like. I have >the battle scars to prove it.
I am proud of those scars. They have made me who I am today. On the flip side, well we all know the flip side, don`t we ?? I hope you hold my hand through this journey with me, and I`ll hold yours in return. I need the support so desperately now. Thank you for listening, or even taking the time to read this. It is appreciated !!!!