I hate that I am feeling this way. I don't know if it is the medication I just started or a continuation of the depression that started getting worse a couple months ago. I do want to say that although I have often thought that I would welcome the end of my life, I don't want to do anything to cause it. I am trying everything I can to try and make my life better. There are a few things I am just not ready to do yet, but I will get there.
I started taking Mirtazapine at a small dose to help sleep, but about 2 weeks ago I started the full dose. My psychiatrist wants me to continue on the full dose for at least 6 weeks to see if it is any benefit. Just a little background to what the purpose of this post is for.
I didn't realize until an anniversary date that it was an anniversary date. The thing is, it is an anniversary date that should be uplifting but it isn't. It was a year since I took my report to the police. Today is a year since I had my interview. It is a year since I spoke out loud, the whole story in one go. The only time. Nothing has really happened since except that it is now in a database with other cold cases. After 43 years it is what I expected. There are no suspects, no other cases that are similar even though everyone says I couldn't have been the only one.
Right now, all this week, my sleeping is back to what it was before I took the medication, 5 hours or less a night. I am getting body memories and intrusive thoughts I can't walk away from again. People are noticing that I am getting quiet again. Tomorrow is mother's day, the day my mother kept prodding me about what was wrong and I broke down and told her what happened. I didn't want to tell her then, not on mother's day but she kept pushing because she knew something was wrong. I wish I had waited because now that will always be associated to that day for me.
It should have been freeing, getting it out there, but right now it isn't.
I started taking Mirtazapine at a small dose to help sleep, but about 2 weeks ago I started the full dose. My psychiatrist wants me to continue on the full dose for at least 6 weeks to see if it is any benefit. Just a little background to what the purpose of this post is for.
I didn't realize until an anniversary date that it was an anniversary date. The thing is, it is an anniversary date that should be uplifting but it isn't. It was a year since I took my report to the police. Today is a year since I had my interview. It is a year since I spoke out loud, the whole story in one go. The only time. Nothing has really happened since except that it is now in a database with other cold cases. After 43 years it is what I expected. There are no suspects, no other cases that are similar even though everyone says I couldn't have been the only one.
Right now, all this week, my sleeping is back to what it was before I took the medication, 5 hours or less a night. I am getting body memories and intrusive thoughts I can't walk away from again. People are noticing that I am getting quiet again. Tomorrow is mother's day, the day my mother kept prodding me about what was wrong and I broke down and told her what happened. I didn't want to tell her then, not on mother's day but she kept pushing because she knew something was wrong. I wish I had waited because now that will always be associated to that day for me.
It should have been freeing, getting it out there, but right now it isn't.