Hey all. Been away for a while. Think last time I was here, I had mentioned I was on Zoloft trying things out. Well, that didn't work out and I quit taking it cold turkey and went about a year with nothing but my own coping skills for the generalized anxiety and depression. And it wasn't bad. Wasn't great at times, but it wasn't terrible either. Things in my life started getting difficult and I reacted with extreme anxiety and depression, so I went back to the doctor. Now here I am, a month and a half in to taking Buspar and Lexapro. I was so surprised how quick I noticed an improvement. I'm talking a couple doses quick. So when I went to my appointment two weeks ago, I told my doctor things were going wonderful and thanked him! I was sure things were only going up from there. Now I'm sitting in my living room on a Wednesday at 11:30, just rolled out of bed, have a very important test at 3 I haven't bothered to study for, and more than likely won't, even though part of me is panicked like the world is going to end because I am going to fail. This is how it's been. I can't even remember how long, I guess two weeks since at my appointment I felt differently. I sleep. Wake up with aches and pains. Go back to sleep. Get up eventually. Think and get upset at how much time I've wasted being like this. Play video games or watch Netflix to escape. Wait for my boyfriend to come home because spending time with him is the only time I feel somewhat sane and feel something. And that's what I do all day. And repeat, repeat, repeat. I don't know what I like anymore. I don't have any interests. I used to love dancing, doing my makeup, going out, staying busy and working hard, loving life. Now I just feel like I'm waiting for myself to want something, ANYTHING. I sleep more because in my dreams it feels more real than when I'm awake. I think it's because I have more emotions, more desires in my dreams and nothing when I'm awake. I do anything to distract myself from the fact that something is wrong here. I could literally stare at the ceiling, all day, and not feel like my day went any different. I was diagnosed with depression years ago, but this is something so extreme for me, I don't even recognize what's happening. Is this depression or something else? If so, why is it getting worse when I'm on medication? Any insight, tips, advice.. I'd appreciate it greatly.