Still in a bad place... trying to find the good, but... It gets tougher every day. I'm not in therapy and haven't been diagnosed. I've always been somewhat depressed and lived in self loathing. Since my illness, it's gotten so much worse. I am currently taking Fetzima (80 mg) by his prescription. This is the second med and the third increase of dosage. I see him in a week. I need to talk to him about it, but I never get the chance. My husband goes with me and basically does all the talking during the visit. It's like I'm not even there. I feel like I'm a five year old captive. I'm scared, angry, sad, resentful, and lonely. I'm smothered, but I feel like I'm screaming into a pillow.
Hope everyone is having a good day. Sorry to be such a downer today. Don't have anyone else to vent to...you guys are my only friends.