This is going to be a long one....sorry. Things aren't so good right now, and it's interesting how it's flipped around. I just need to tell someone because I feel so isolated. My psychiatrist believes I became immune to my last medication Prozac, so I was switched to Wellbutrin. I've not been on it for long enough for it to reach full effect, and I'm feeling that. My highs are higher (I'm actually somewhat happy), but oh man, my lows are low. She has faith it'll get better, and she's also going to have me start a mood stabilizer as it's very probable I have bipolar genes hanging out in there somewhere..making it "treatment-resistant depression." I didn't exactly leave the office feeling optimistic. :arghh;
I haven't felt this depressed and anxious since before I started my therapy. I'll sit and cry even thinking about leaving the house to go to my T, which is just up the street. You know how it goes. Losing the will to do anything. Coupled with my shame, guilt and anxiety from PTSD, doing benign things like vacuuming send me into hysterics. I don't know if it's from the fall being triggering, or what. It has to be, right? This is the time where my abusive ex (and parents) started becoming very nasty to me. Fights all the time, saying degrading things. Even "get the hell out of my life" from my mother. The smells, all the colors, they really are great - it just takes me back. It reminds me of how I failed all of my classes and left with suicidal thoughts.
Right now, I haven't an ounce of libido in me, which is hard in my relationship. More so recently. In the beginning, we were pretty sexually active. Now not so much, and it's harder for him than it is for me it seems. He's not being a jerk about it, but I still feel the shame which was ingrained in me from before. I feel inclined, obligated, to fulfill my "role."
When we started dating and were all honeymoon-ey, I was entrenched in my guilt and my "obligations" from past abuse. I felt like I had to have sex because...well, I I thought I had to be nice, agreeable, etc. So it happened often, but I remember enjoying it. But now it's different. I don't feel like I want to, but I'm just as attracted to him as before, maybe more. I just don't feel the obligation as much. I've began to question if it's not "abnormal" libido. What if my sexuality just differs? What if who I really am is just not that...sexual of a person? I want to think that's a possibility, but I'm losing a sense of self. I can't even handle the thought of him watching pornography because it makes me feel worse. It reminds me of before. Even reading the word upsets me and I feel angry. I'm losing my mind.:cry:
I haven't felt this depressed and anxious since before I started my therapy. I'll sit and cry even thinking about leaving the house to go to my T, which is just up the street. You know how it goes. Losing the will to do anything. Coupled with my shame, guilt and anxiety from PTSD, doing benign things like vacuuming send me into hysterics. I don't know if it's from the fall being triggering, or what. It has to be, right? This is the time where my abusive ex (and parents) started becoming very nasty to me. Fights all the time, saying degrading things. Even "get the hell out of my life" from my mother. The smells, all the colors, they really are great - it just takes me back. It reminds me of how I failed all of my classes and left with suicidal thoughts.
Right now, I haven't an ounce of libido in me, which is hard in my relationship. More so recently. In the beginning, we were pretty sexually active. Now not so much, and it's harder for him than it is for me it seems. He's not being a jerk about it, but I still feel the shame which was ingrained in me from before. I feel inclined, obligated, to fulfill my "role."
When we started dating and were all honeymoon-ey, I was entrenched in my guilt and my "obligations" from past abuse. I felt like I had to have sex because...well, I I thought I had to be nice, agreeable, etc. So it happened often, but I remember enjoying it. But now it's different. I don't feel like I want to, but I'm just as attracted to him as before, maybe more. I just don't feel the obligation as much. I've began to question if it's not "abnormal" libido. What if my sexuality just differs? What if who I really am is just not that...sexual of a person? I want to think that's a possibility, but I'm losing a sense of self. I can't even handle the thought of him watching pornography because it makes me feel worse. It reminds me of before. Even reading the word upsets me and I feel angry. I'm losing my mind.:cry: