Am about my breaking point - where I am so stressed out that every little thing seems like a mountain to climb.
I know I have CPTSD from childhood - growing up with a violently abusive father does that. That was magnified in 2012 when I went to a psychiatrist who diagnosed me in 5 minutes based on her intake form as bipolar - which completely devastated me.
I have been stuck in a perpetual hypervigilent fugue since then doing everything imaginable to "fix it" - to escape from a serious mental health diagnosis and have a clean medical record.
I don't know if that makes sense to a lot of people - but it does to me - it comes from 1) background/culture of a rigid WASP upper middle class family that does NOT "believe in" mental illness as a "real" thing; instead, I was always taught that mental illness was a cop out used by malingerers to get out of work and responsibility and a sign of sinfulness. 2). Because of my profession (legal field) I deal often with mental health law issues, and the thought that I could be in the same legal and medical predicament as I have seen so many times with clients scares the sh** out of me - and also makes a big part of me feel like some kind of collaborator for "doing things" to the afflicted that make them suffer more (involuntary hospitalizations, guardianships, etc, quite often against their wishes as my firm is representing the family and not them) AND WORST, TAKE AWAY THEIR RIGHTS. That is a big thing for me - I CANNOT be in a medical-legal position where someone can lock me up and take away my legal capacity.
I got into all of this just wanting help for chronic depression - I have always been functional but very unhappy - and all I was seeking was a prescription or two and a little counseling - and it all blew up in my face into my own personal 9/11 as I call it - attack out of the blue followed by the never ending war against it.
I have thrown every resource I have at this thing for 2 1/2 years - a big quest to be the poster boy for mental health, hard work, and clean living - and it is still here.
I have lived a big lie and cover up worthy of Nixon for 2 1/2 years trying to project to everyone how "not crazy" I am - which is more than enough just by itself to drive me crazy.
I just can't go on like this - I am at every breaking point - physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially.
I feel like I can't live this lie anymore, but if I "come out of the closet" my life is over - family will disown me, career and professional reputation over.
What to do? Off myself - death before dishonor? Just say F it, I'm crazy, deal with it people and fight for my rights?
What to do?
I know I have CPTSD from childhood - growing up with a violently abusive father does that. That was magnified in 2012 when I went to a psychiatrist who diagnosed me in 5 minutes based on her intake form as bipolar - which completely devastated me.
I have been stuck in a perpetual hypervigilent fugue since then doing everything imaginable to "fix it" - to escape from a serious mental health diagnosis and have a clean medical record.
I don't know if that makes sense to a lot of people - but it does to me - it comes from 1) background/culture of a rigid WASP upper middle class family that does NOT "believe in" mental illness as a "real" thing; instead, I was always taught that mental illness was a cop out used by malingerers to get out of work and responsibility and a sign of sinfulness. 2). Because of my profession (legal field) I deal often with mental health law issues, and the thought that I could be in the same legal and medical predicament as I have seen so many times with clients scares the sh** out of me - and also makes a big part of me feel like some kind of collaborator for "doing things" to the afflicted that make them suffer more (involuntary hospitalizations, guardianships, etc, quite often against their wishes as my firm is representing the family and not them) AND WORST, TAKE AWAY THEIR RIGHTS. That is a big thing for me - I CANNOT be in a medical-legal position where someone can lock me up and take away my legal capacity.
I got into all of this just wanting help for chronic depression - I have always been functional but very unhappy - and all I was seeking was a prescription or two and a little counseling - and it all blew up in my face into my own personal 9/11 as I call it - attack out of the blue followed by the never ending war against it.
I have thrown every resource I have at this thing for 2 1/2 years - a big quest to be the poster boy for mental health, hard work, and clean living - and it is still here.
I have lived a big lie and cover up worthy of Nixon for 2 1/2 years trying to project to everyone how "not crazy" I am - which is more than enough just by itself to drive me crazy.
I just can't go on like this - I am at every breaking point - physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially.
I feel like I can't live this lie anymore, but if I "come out of the closet" my life is over - family will disown me, career and professional reputation over.
What to do? Off myself - death before dishonor? Just say F it, I'm crazy, deal with it people and fight for my rights?
What to do?