Hey I just thought I should update this since I haven’t in awhile. I’ve got this huge writers block called depression. I thought I got better and that it was gone, but I guess I was wrong.
I think I’ve made some reference to my mental health on here, if I haven’t…well now you know. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. The first diagnosis I got was depression in 10th grade and ADD for good measure. This was because any time I went to the pediatrician I was listless and didn’t talk much or something. I was depressed though but the Zoloft and Adderal didn’t really help, maybe they did a little because I did start making more friends. I still felt depressed though. Looking back I was like the cliche depressed teenager in some after school TV movie. I actually remember sitting in the empty bath tub fully clothed and just crying for no reason. I seemed to get a little bit better I even had periods where I was really happy.
Those really happy periods ended up getting me diagnosed as bipolar sometime during the summer when I was 20, I think. I remember the doctor telling me that based on my symptoms blah blah blah. I just sat there stoic and stone faced, nodding along and saying I see. When I got to the car I started bawling. How could I be bipolar? Did this mean I was a crazy person?
The treatment I got was a joke they just kept trying different antidepressants and mood stabilizers. I was put on Prozac, Lithium, Zoloft(again), Paxil, Depakote, and Seroquel. I was also on ADD medications, anxiety medications, and sleeping pills. I wasn’t on all these pills at the same time and that isn’t even the full list. Sometimes I would take the pills and sometimes I would lie and say they didn’t work. I think that is how I got to the point where I was taking Seroquel.
Those years at school are hazy to me. I would get up, shower, go to class, come home do my work and lay in bed staring at the tv. I was pretty much a zombie. I mean I was functioning on some basic level, but I was on so much lithium I was just oblivious. So early in 2010 my sister and I flushed all my pills down the toilet.
The spring and summer of 2010 were great for me, I was still taking anxiety medicine, but other than that I was off all the pills and spent that summer living. I had my first back surgery that year, but that didn’t keep me from going to see the Flaming Lips and taking the greyhound to visit friends. Then for some reason in the fall of 2010 I was put on Seroquel and I actually took it. By February 2011 I was in a psychiatric hospital for the first time. See when I was on the Seroquel I got to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was real, and that is a scary feeling. I started cutting myself to see if I could feel anything and to see if I would bleed. Thankfully part of me realized this was not normal and I committed myself.
I have a lot more to share about this. I’ll be bringing this story up to date in my next post.