I've only been in the treatment phase for about a month or two? I don't remember. Whatever. Been taking Lexapro for a month or more, and Remeron for a week. I was prescribed Buspar as well for panic attacks, haven't been dealing with as many of those this last week. I got some relief from my symptoms thanks to the meds, but right now I'm in a bad place. I know that's normal. I feel like my symptoms were at least more predictable before medication? I don't know if I'm imagining it or not, but my symptoms feel less predictable now. Throwing this out for example.
I just got into it with my husband and my brain immediately went to maybeishouldjusttakeallmymedsatonceandseewhathappens. It used to take a lot to trigger thoughts like that, not sure if it was the nature of the argument that had me feeling that way or what (it was related to my issues). Storytime: I'm trying to explain to my husband that I'm dissociating hard, that it is worrying me, and I'm concerned it might be a sign of a more serious side effect of my meds. He says he remembers something and starts doing something else while I'm trying to talk to him, like completely walks away. Then the familiar thoughts start creeping in, ah yeah he doesn't care, no one does, I'm a burden blah blah blah. I leave the room to collect myself. It is embarrassing to get upset so easily, but I know why those thoughts happen, I know those thoughts are just thoughts and I just want a moment to deal with them and talk myself back to reality. He comes up to me and wants to know what he did that bothered me. I tell him, and then he laughs at me and says that stuff like that happens all the time, our house is chaotic. He starts talking about how I always make him the bad guy and leave him out of the loop by never telling him what he does that bothers me so much. I'm dumbfounded because I did just tell him, but I guess he's still really upset about past instances of me leaving him out of the loop and needs to get it off his chest. I shut up and let him talk for a while. Tell him I'm sorry that I've made him feel that way and cause him so much stress. I try to explain I just needed a minute. And I do legitimately feel bad, he's a great person and doesn't deserve to be put through my bs. But that wasn't the right thing to say, he wasn't looking for validation from me, just ...at that point, I don't even know what to say. I shut down. I'm just bummed. Bummed that the one person I can lean on is so stressed out because I can't keep myself together, read social cues, or understand anything. His job is working him like 12 hours a day, he can't even pull himself away from it during his time off or on the weekends. I'm definitely not helping. I feel a lot of guilt and shame for that. I feel so overwhelmed by my feelings currently, so overwhelmed by the amount of healing left to be done. So many problems to fix. I can't even find the energy to get off the floor and do basic tasks at this current moment but will give it a shot once I finish whining into the abyss here.
Cliff's notes version: I hate how my problems ruin the peace I should be feeling right now. I hate what I've done to my husband and how he feels like he has to walk on eggshells now. He shouldn't be worried about how I will react to what he says and does, I should have a better grip on my reactions. It is shameful and it makes me think that the best thing I could do for the people who love me is wipe myself out of existence. I'm safe for now, but those thoughts are really freaking loud again and I am highly discouraged.
I just got into it with my husband and my brain immediately went to maybeishouldjusttakeallmymedsatonceandseewhathappens. It used to take a lot to trigger thoughts like that, not sure if it was the nature of the argument that had me feeling that way or what (it was related to my issues). Storytime: I'm trying to explain to my husband that I'm dissociating hard, that it is worrying me, and I'm concerned it might be a sign of a more serious side effect of my meds. He says he remembers something and starts doing something else while I'm trying to talk to him, like completely walks away. Then the familiar thoughts start creeping in, ah yeah he doesn't care, no one does, I'm a burden blah blah blah. I leave the room to collect myself. It is embarrassing to get upset so easily, but I know why those thoughts happen, I know those thoughts are just thoughts and I just want a moment to deal with them and talk myself back to reality. He comes up to me and wants to know what he did that bothered me. I tell him, and then he laughs at me and says that stuff like that happens all the time, our house is chaotic. He starts talking about how I always make him the bad guy and leave him out of the loop by never telling him what he does that bothers me so much. I'm dumbfounded because I did just tell him, but I guess he's still really upset about past instances of me leaving him out of the loop and needs to get it off his chest. I shut up and let him talk for a while. Tell him I'm sorry that I've made him feel that way and cause him so much stress. I try to explain I just needed a minute. And I do legitimately feel bad, he's a great person and doesn't deserve to be put through my bs. But that wasn't the right thing to say, he wasn't looking for validation from me, just ...at that point, I don't even know what to say. I shut down. I'm just bummed. Bummed that the one person I can lean on is so stressed out because I can't keep myself together, read social cues, or understand anything. His job is working him like 12 hours a day, he can't even pull himself away from it during his time off or on the weekends. I'm definitely not helping. I feel a lot of guilt and shame for that. I feel so overwhelmed by my feelings currently, so overwhelmed by the amount of healing left to be done. So many problems to fix. I can't even find the energy to get off the floor and do basic tasks at this current moment but will give it a shot once I finish whining into the abyss here.
Cliff's notes version: I hate how my problems ruin the peace I should be feeling right now. I hate what I've done to my husband and how he feels like he has to walk on eggshells now. He shouldn't be worried about how I will react to what he says and does, I should have a better grip on my reactions. It is shameful and it makes me think that the best thing I could do for the people who love me is wipe myself out of existence. I'm safe for now, but those thoughts are really freaking loud again and I am highly discouraged.