The meds sure do make the world a bit brighter. Not quit sure who I am or were I am traveling but I will travel this path for a while. Did I just lose it did I just go away how long was I gone for? Or the bigger question is who is here now? So how confused do I really sound?
NH
I can sure relate to this as I have been on the med-merry-go-round for the past 10yrs. For years I refused all meds and took the therapy route, thought I was doing very well, and by my take I was. But when I cracked I had no choice and they loaded me down with a crap load of meds just to hit anything that moved in me. I was able to sleep, the blood went away, noises stopped, shaking stopped, cutting, etc. But things happened and meds cut out on me, changes in them, change of drs, I was distrustful of the field, withdrawals from medications were unbearable, side effects like nothing I had experienced. Soon I was in a world where I was treated like a sub-human and an object to be discussed about behind closed doors. I was furious and felt helpless, not a place I like to be. The term "non compliant" was tossed around which made my blood boil. I have since learned how to circumvent the system, thanks those who came before me.
What I've come to realize is that without proper sleep, and for me, I am simply unable to get it EVER without the help of medication, I must have help. As far as other medications, it's taken years and research to find the right dose and type of medication to treat specific issues I have. NO, I don't want to take medication but what I have also found is that they do not stop or change who I am, the PTSD does.
For years I wondered around not remembering much of anything either short term or long term. I was frustration and upset. I didn't feel like myself. When I would go off my medications I would end up a howling mess screaming at my loved ones, getting into it with the neighbors, at one point declaring several times I wanted a divorce and once I was going to live in the bathroom! I ended up in the hospital that time, only when I had stopped eating and certainly against my will. What I'm trying to say is that when the veil came down nothing had changed, I was still on the meds, I was still living in the same place, and the light came on ... there everything was in living colour for me to relive. I started feeling like myself and my new therapist was waiting for me to begin the work. I was ready to work I guess.
I don't feel like I'm gliding through anything, I feel the thorns but I have to have my 4hrs of sleep, more if possible or this isn't going to happen. I'll regress.
I do agree with others it's a very personal thing. I still think about ditching them all. I hate that my sleep clock is so different than those around me but if I don't go with it I'll be off and running - which could find me anywhere but where I need to be.
Rain