I'm new to the website/forums and still a bit unsure of how this all works but I need to get this out of my head.. I've been struggling with a major depressive episode for over a year now (precipitated by some major triggers related to childhood sexual abuse and family neglect, and a huge personal loss) and finally a month or so ago, when my medications were changed yet again I started to feel a bit more like myself. Less muted and weighed down. But it's all crashing back in again. I feel it descending and it is scaring me because I recognize it this time.
Last week there was a horrific accident in my neighborhood when a car crashed into my neighbors home (thankfully our neighbors were not home!) and both people in the car died. My husband and I were some of the first on the scene and the experienced proved to be pretty traumatic for both of us. I've been numb and detached since then, experiencing pretty standard things for having witnessed something like that. But today it's like the bottom fell out. Some of it, I think, triggered by my husband's behavior last night when he came home from a Halloween party inebriated (more so than he would admit). I don't know how to talk to my husband about how much I dislike how he is when he drinks (which isn't often), but it doesn't feel like that's really what is bothering me today. It's more than that, I just don't know what. All my walls have gone up, my feelings of detachment and numbness have amplified tenfold, and all I want to do is return to cutting (the coping skill I've used for the past 15 years and am trying to work on in therapy). I'm frustrated by how I am feeling and what I am craving. I'm upset over what seems like minor, stupid things. I am detached from myself. I'm entirely unmotivated to do the things I need to do but still have an acute awareness of approaching deadlines. I can't focus. I just want to sleep and not "be" for a while. Not have to deal with what is going on inside me because it is confusing and it hurts. I'm terrified this is the beginning of a backslide. In a matter of days I feel like I've returned to almost the same point I was at last year before being admitted to an outpatient program at the local psych hospital..
Last week there was a horrific accident in my neighborhood when a car crashed into my neighbors home (thankfully our neighbors were not home!) and both people in the car died. My husband and I were some of the first on the scene and the experienced proved to be pretty traumatic for both of us. I've been numb and detached since then, experiencing pretty standard things for having witnessed something like that. But today it's like the bottom fell out. Some of it, I think, triggered by my husband's behavior last night when he came home from a Halloween party inebriated (more so than he would admit). I don't know how to talk to my husband about how much I dislike how he is when he drinks (which isn't often), but it doesn't feel like that's really what is bothering me today. It's more than that, I just don't know what. All my walls have gone up, my feelings of detachment and numbness have amplified tenfold, and all I want to do is return to cutting (the coping skill I've used for the past 15 years and am trying to work on in therapy). I'm frustrated by how I am feeling and what I am craving. I'm upset over what seems like minor, stupid things. I am detached from myself. I'm entirely unmotivated to do the things I need to do but still have an acute awareness of approaching deadlines. I can't focus. I just want to sleep and not "be" for a while. Not have to deal with what is going on inside me because it is confusing and it hurts. I'm terrified this is the beginning of a backslide. In a matter of days I feel like I've returned to almost the same point I was at last year before being admitted to an outpatient program at the local psych hospital..