So some months ago I sought out treatment for PTSD and depression. This involved seeing a therapist and psychiatrist who work together at the same facility.
It hasn't gone very well at all. The therapist seems completely uncomfortable with me and frequently cancels our appointments at the last minute. I think maybe she might have her own unresolved issues that my own past/problems are somehow triggering.
The psychiatrist immediately wanted to label everything as mental illness. The very first appointment she decided that I must have schizoaffective disorder (schizophrenia and bipolar combined), even though she could never explain her reasoning. Even when I asked her how I can have schizophrenia if I always have insight into my symptoms (paranoia, hypervigilance, insomnia, etc) and she tried to persuade me that some people with schizophrenia have insight all the time.
So anyway it's been a rough ride but I was willing to give it all a chance, especially since after all I'm pretty desperate for some relief. The psychiatrist wanted/wants to do monotherapy with an anti-psychotic, nothing else.
It's been interesting.
First she put me on Latuda which had a mild anti-depressant effect but did nothing else, and then it gave me akathisia so I had to go off of it, anyway.
Then she gave me a medication called Risperdal. Now this one was interesting. First of all, no matter how sedating it was (and it was, it made me feel drunk), my mind could not go to sleep at night. I would still have intense nightmares, too. The nightmares actually started to become worse. Also what seemed to be happening was that as the Risperdal started to numb my anxiety and agitation, it opened the underlying floodgates of sorrow and pain. I started crying really deeply every single day/night, and my mind was flooded with old subconscious childhood fears, like my mother dying, which brought about all of this very intense, primitive emotion (one thing I experienced as a child/teen was my father threatening to murder my mother and he was completely serious, he even bought guns to do it and was eventually given restraining orders, like those things are somehow magical barriers that will save you).
All of this quickly became so bad that I started to feel extremely suicidal and quit the Risperdal on my own. It has been over a week now off of it, and I am back to just anxious, irritable and not sleeping well, with nightmares. But no more horrible, deep fits of crying and suicidal feelings.
So I think what Risperdal has inadvertently taught me is that feelings of anxiety, paranoia, hypervigilance, agitation, etc are all masking much deeper pain and sadness, apparently sadness that can be so bad it makes me feel extremely suicidal. As though in a way these other symptoms are sort of "protecting" me from my own self. It gave me a small peek into what lies down in the depths. Not very pretty stuff, either.
This upcoming Thursday I have another appointment with this psychiatrist. Since she really has her heels dug in about me being on an anti-psychotic, I think I'm going to request trying Seroquel to see if can improve my sleep, and hopefully improve other things in the process.
It hasn't gone very well at all. The therapist seems completely uncomfortable with me and frequently cancels our appointments at the last minute. I think maybe she might have her own unresolved issues that my own past/problems are somehow triggering.
The psychiatrist immediately wanted to label everything as mental illness. The very first appointment she decided that I must have schizoaffective disorder (schizophrenia and bipolar combined), even though she could never explain her reasoning. Even when I asked her how I can have schizophrenia if I always have insight into my symptoms (paranoia, hypervigilance, insomnia, etc) and she tried to persuade me that some people with schizophrenia have insight all the time.
So anyway it's been a rough ride but I was willing to give it all a chance, especially since after all I'm pretty desperate for some relief. The psychiatrist wanted/wants to do monotherapy with an anti-psychotic, nothing else.
It's been interesting.
First she put me on Latuda which had a mild anti-depressant effect but did nothing else, and then it gave me akathisia so I had to go off of it, anyway.
Then she gave me a medication called Risperdal. Now this one was interesting. First of all, no matter how sedating it was (and it was, it made me feel drunk), my mind could not go to sleep at night. I would still have intense nightmares, too. The nightmares actually started to become worse. Also what seemed to be happening was that as the Risperdal started to numb my anxiety and agitation, it opened the underlying floodgates of sorrow and pain. I started crying really deeply every single day/night, and my mind was flooded with old subconscious childhood fears, like my mother dying, which brought about all of this very intense, primitive emotion (one thing I experienced as a child/teen was my father threatening to murder my mother and he was completely serious, he even bought guns to do it and was eventually given restraining orders, like those things are somehow magical barriers that will save you).
All of this quickly became so bad that I started to feel extremely suicidal and quit the Risperdal on my own. It has been over a week now off of it, and I am back to just anxious, irritable and not sleeping well, with nightmares. But no more horrible, deep fits of crying and suicidal feelings.
So I think what Risperdal has inadvertently taught me is that feelings of anxiety, paranoia, hypervigilance, agitation, etc are all masking much deeper pain and sadness, apparently sadness that can be so bad it makes me feel extremely suicidal. As though in a way these other symptoms are sort of "protecting" me from my own self. It gave me a small peek into what lies down in the depths. Not very pretty stuff, either.
This upcoming Thursday I have another appointment with this psychiatrist. Since she really has her heels dug in about me being on an anti-psychotic, I think I'm going to request trying Seroquel to see if can improve my sleep, and hopefully improve other things in the process.