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Originally Posted by zijax
I wish I was dead. I wish I would have a quick heart attack or something. There is nothing but good things going on in my life and I should be happy but I am down...spiralling out of control.
I don't have any close friends anymore to call. My husband is very supportive but I just want to be left alone. I don't know what to do but just numb out on the couch.
I am sober too and have been for 4 months. I'm taking my mds. What is wrong with me. I thought getting it out might help to write it out but I don't care if I ever feel any better if you know what I mean.
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I wish I knew what to say to you. I'm newish to the board and don't know your situation. Have you been on meds long? Is this a first try or has it been a long time? Are you in therapy? When is your next pdoc appointment? If it's not next week, call the front desk and tell them you need an urgent appointment. Tell your pdoc exactly how you feel. Meds are not an exact science; what works for one doesn't work for all.
Great job on the sobriety too!
I don't have any close friends too. My one good friend is now in Connecticut, and my only other 2 close friends are my sisters, which at least I have a good relationship with them. One lives in a decent driving distance; the other does not. But if it weren't for my sisters, I'd have no friends. And my sisters are not people I had to go out on a limb to meet. So I understand that feeling.
My husband tries to help, but he thinks meds are a crutch. They help, but I don't expect them to perform miracles and magically make me feel better either. He doesn't understand that. He struggles to understand MI at all. He still out and out refuses to believe I have an eating disorder. It is anorexia purging type (via exercise, not throwing up), which is super easy to hide. It looks like I am going out just to exercise, I maybe I overexercise and lose too much weight. That is how he sees it. He doesn't see all the thoughts of scales, numbers, weight, foods, guilt in my head. I tend to eat normally (but by then I have exercised off more calories than I can eat in a day by eating normally). He'd flip at the number on the scale, but I don't tell him. Now and again he'll say I'm a little bony and could stand to gain some weight, but he just does not see the ED.