I am stuck in this hell of PTSD/anxiety/panic/depression and I so desperately want to get out.
I thought I was doing okay and more stressors and triggers, but physically and emotionally hit me and I took a nosedive back into this state.
I had a reaction to a medication for a medical condition, which cause the panic to start and have not been able to stop. mentally I have gone right back to where I started, if not farther back. I am devastated. Now I feel like I will never get out of this.
I was trying really hard to get better. Doing all the right things: resting, yoga, prayer, eating well, connecting with people, attending T weekly. I just kept trying to work on my physical health as well and it backfired. Now I have doctors listening to me, but it almost feels to late. I feel like my system took one too many hits.
I so want to get back to work and be my old confident self. I want to be present. My T saw the progress and now the regression. I wasn't fully ready to go back to work, but I was trying. It's a good thing I didn't. I would not have lasted a day.
Now I just shake, and panic, and then when I do fall asleep, I don't want to get up. I make myself get up and have a good breakfast. I do this with most of my meals. My once ravenous appetite is gone. I just want to sleep and cry.
My primary says my meds are not working; like they are supposed to be the quick fix for everything. He thinks the psychiatrist should change them. I react so badly to medication, that I am afraid to try.
Is it possible that I have just hit my rock bottom? That my system really can't take anymore? Am I so used to being pushed and pushing myself to get back up that this time, my mind and body say, NO, you are not ready.
I beat myself up constantly for not being able to get better and the choices I have made that may have lead to me ignoring my mental and physical health.
I considered myself strong and able to beat this. It sucks. I hate it and sometimes I hate myself. the worst thing is the setback, because I have a recent frame of reference were I was seeing progress. Not now. Now I don't trust my own decisions. I have become agoraphobic and I am isolating. I pray and pray and I try. I don't think my mind is capable of doing much right now other than taking care of my basic needs. There is no way on earth I could go back to work.
I had 3 days so doctors appointments last week and It wore me out. I had 3 this week and I am so tired. I know the "mean coach" in my head is pushing me. I am so used to her running the show that she causes more anxiety and panic.
I sat in my bed crying and screaming and got up to do a couple things. Right now all I want to do is throw out the junk that is causing mental and physical clutter because I can't deal with it.
What's scaring me the most is I don't see an end in site. I know it has to be there. I just don't see any progress towards it.
I have to take the medication to calm down. Its a low dose and helps, but it makes me sleepy. Honestly, I think I'd rather sleep or be numb that deal with this torture.
I want to curl up in a ball on the floor. I just don't know how long I will be there. And that scares me too.
Now I panic about losing my job. What next?
I am not well.
I need someone who understands what this feels like. I need a success story.
I thought I was doing okay and more stressors and triggers, but physically and emotionally hit me and I took a nosedive back into this state.
I had a reaction to a medication for a medical condition, which cause the panic to start and have not been able to stop. mentally I have gone right back to where I started, if not farther back. I am devastated. Now I feel like I will never get out of this.
I was trying really hard to get better. Doing all the right things: resting, yoga, prayer, eating well, connecting with people, attending T weekly. I just kept trying to work on my physical health as well and it backfired. Now I have doctors listening to me, but it almost feels to late. I feel like my system took one too many hits.
I so want to get back to work and be my old confident self. I want to be present. My T saw the progress and now the regression. I wasn't fully ready to go back to work, but I was trying. It's a good thing I didn't. I would not have lasted a day.
Now I just shake, and panic, and then when I do fall asleep, I don't want to get up. I make myself get up and have a good breakfast. I do this with most of my meals. My once ravenous appetite is gone. I just want to sleep and cry.
My primary says my meds are not working; like they are supposed to be the quick fix for everything. He thinks the psychiatrist should change them. I react so badly to medication, that I am afraid to try.
Is it possible that I have just hit my rock bottom? That my system really can't take anymore? Am I so used to being pushed and pushing myself to get back up that this time, my mind and body say, NO, you are not ready.
I beat myself up constantly for not being able to get better and the choices I have made that may have lead to me ignoring my mental and physical health.
I considered myself strong and able to beat this. It sucks. I hate it and sometimes I hate myself. the worst thing is the setback, because I have a recent frame of reference were I was seeing progress. Not now. Now I don't trust my own decisions. I have become agoraphobic and I am isolating. I pray and pray and I try. I don't think my mind is capable of doing much right now other than taking care of my basic needs. There is no way on earth I could go back to work.
I had 3 days so doctors appointments last week and It wore me out. I had 3 this week and I am so tired. I know the "mean coach" in my head is pushing me. I am so used to her running the show that she causes more anxiety and panic.
I sat in my bed crying and screaming and got up to do a couple things. Right now all I want to do is throw out the junk that is causing mental and physical clutter because I can't deal with it.
What's scaring me the most is I don't see an end in site. I know it has to be there. I just don't see any progress towards it.
I have to take the medication to calm down. Its a low dose and helps, but it makes me sleepy. Honestly, I think I'd rather sleep or be numb that deal with this torture.
I want to curl up in a ball on the floor. I just don't know how long I will be there. And that scares me too.
Now I panic about losing my job. What next?
I am not well.
I need someone who understands what this feels like. I need a success story.