Anti-Depressants Round Two [part 2]
Right so…earlier this year I went through a number of tough times, it overwhelmed me and without me stopping to actually consider things properly for a while, I dropped into heavy depression and was mucho’s ready for some suicide at the peak of it. It’s pretty weird (I guess) that I can openly admit that, and mention it in such a casual context as if it was some everyday normal sort of thing when it wasn’t, but I guess that’s just a thing that has come to be with the fact I went through those bad times.
Anyone who reads my blog (or has skimmed over it a few times before) will probably have gathered that I am quite open with my life, possibly even very open, but it’s a hard thing to compare as you only know as much as someone lets you know really. The whole depression stage I went through that peaked in early/ mid January was a massive part in who I am today. The saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is very true, I learnt that the hard way, but I focus on the positive side of it which is that I have definitely evolved as a person this year and picked up some major life experience. A couple of times this year I’ve had some amazing conversations with some friends…you know, those cool long heart to heart type talks that everyone just really needs once in a while? …and I’ve told my story a number of times, when friends have had difficult break ups, or are bitching about family problems, or debts, or other things I’ve dealt with. It’s not like I feel as though I have wise advice to give, but I guess I have some, and sometimes all people need in hard times is just someone to listen to you, and perhaps share a similar experience. …if I hadn’t of shut myself out when I was depressed, and perhaps told some of my close friends whom I feel I can talk to then I could’ve maybe avoided the severity of how depressed I was. Although it’s not something I dwell on, as it’s been a learning experience and I believe it has made me a better friend and a better shoulder to cry on or whatever to others.
Back on track though. After I had rock bottom with depression, came so near to going ahead with an O.D. plan I had in place but backing out due to the “if it goes wrong” risks, I had some sort of flash in my brain that made me realise that I should get some help. So I saw a doctor, got help, got to talk out how bad things were, and one of the treatments I got was anti-depressants. Now…as I’d never been on them before, and hadn’t really looked into them, I initially thought very low of anti-depressants. I was under the impression they would just be a placebo. You take 1 before bed each day, and they’re meant to control the fluids in your brain in a way that stops your brain overloading you with negative thoughts. Now…I don’t know about you…but when I was told that it just sounded unbelievable and beyond what I thought was possible of a pill. He said I wouldn’t notice the effects of them working for perhaps 2-4 weeks, but they will work and I should stick to them. …so I did, and…
They worked! For me at least…they definitely worked. Now…I was already feeling a lot better after opening up to the doctor about my problems, telling some friends about what i was going through, and blogging about the whole thing (and when I say “better” I mean that I never got anywhere near as close to suicidal again), however after about 2-3 weeks I was generally feeling more positive in day to day life, and even at nights (when I would normally get most vulnerable). The way I tested this was the same way that some actors would make themselves cry for a scene, I tried thinking of things that were really upsetting, but I just couldn’t get a real impact and could often find a positive side to things.
I was given my anti-depressants in packs of 14, because I had come to them with such a mental instability, they naturally wanted to keep tabs on me, ask me how I was doing, and make sure they were doing all they could to potentially save a life. Just after 2 months though they finally started giving me monthly amounts as I started to get past depression and was actually having some joy with my life again. I not only got my confidence back, but I exceeded what I had before and was just a more confident and perhaps more laid back guy all around, and nothing really worried me.
Amazing turn around. One thing I was told by the doc’s though was that the day I could honestly tell the doctors that I’m fine, I’m definitely out of depression, and feeling great about life again, I would still have to remain on anti-depressants for at least 5-6 months after that stage. As studies have shown them that people who have been through depression are most likely to relapse back into it in those first 6 months after believing they were better. …and what did I do?…I stopped taking my pills, life seemed fine. I’d met a load of new friends, I had applied for and got into university (which gave me something to look forward too and gave me a purpose and a sense of direction), I just forgot all about anti-depressants and never bothered making an appointment with the doctors to get more after approximately May (2009).
I spent a lot of the year partying, pretty much spending all the money I made on nights out and social interactions with friends, I had a blast! So even if my homelife and relationship with my parents was shitty, I had an overpowering force of positive to totally over shadow that. I even started seeing someone for a while too, which was my first sort of hook up after the messy break up from my first (and only) serious relationship I’d ever had. So that was a positive too. I had truly bounced back and was on my feet again. Although, like I mentioned, I had stopped taking anti-depressants, then approximately late summer, the ground started to crumble…
First up I kind of messed things up with the girl I was seeing. This was because after the hard time I had dealing with the heart break and drama of the break up (that was a key part of my depression), I didn’t want to “define” things with the girl I was with. We were great friends and had a lot of fun, but I was worried if it became official…boyfriend and girlfriend…that it would get more serious, and then if we broke up I would be left heartbroken and have a tough time dealing with it again. Naturally though after like a few months of seeing each other things had to progress, but I was still unsure about taking the risk, there were other confusions going on too, but then I learned that this girl I was seeing could potentially be going to uni in 2010, and I started thinking about how I personally don’t believe in long term relationships, so now I was thinking more so that if things took off, that it would only end in heartbreak… In hindsight I’ve been a bit of pussy, I was over-thinking things, and due to my own fears and hesitation I believe I somehow delivered the message that I wanted to break it off, when it’s something I didn’t conclusively decide on. The thing I regret most about that though is the fact we no longer seem to be on talking terms, so I seem to have lost a friend in the process, as I can’t help but feel there is an awkwardness between us now :\
Anyway I kinda accepted I’d messed things up, and didn’t really know how to fix things, so that chapter just sort of ended. Then not longer after that my dad started increasing his dickheaded-ness at work, started undermining what I was doing a lot. He would make presumptions or suggestions about things he wasn’t fully clued up on, and when I could show or tell him that what I was doing was actually for the best, it seems as if he was pissed off he wasn’t right and then that seemed to further damage his (already low) opinion of me. Anyway, thanks to my Dad putting me down so much I just lost a lot of motivation in my job, and eventually got fired. The reason for this was because he was irate over some customer who wanted to return something. I guess the customer was angry on the phone, and my dad took that anger out on me, in a very over the top way by firing me, so I just left. I think he knows he over-reacted, and I think he expected me to maybe come in grovelling for work the next day, but with his negative remarks and the lack of motivation, plus the fact I was getting very close to starting university, I just accepted the firing, took it as a blessing due to the fact that I wasn’t enjoying work anymore (when at first it was a lot of fun working and managing the stores eBay account), so I just focused on my exciting leap back into education.
So…September comes around Uni starts. Mucho’s excitement, it’s been hard work, a lot of deadlines, and I have a much busier schedule than a lot of students do this year too (I’ve been in 5 days/over approx 28 hours a week). Anyway, overall uni has been a great change and I’m committed to it. However …the big problem for me over the past 3 months has been money. In the UK when students go to university they generally get a student loan, this is something the government gives out to students to help them pay for things like accommodation, living (food, toiletries, etc), and whatever else. Naturally you pay this back once you’re in a job when university is over, but you’re meant to have this money from before your educational year starts…however due to the numerous problems this year, and a lot of mess ups on there behalf, I’ve STILL not had my loans yet (3 months late so far, but should have it in Jan). So I’ve spent the last 3 months scraping by…I’ve sold things of sentimental value to make money just to eat and get to university, and I’ve had to say no to far too many nights out and social activities with friends because I have no money to have such fun. It’s been a real struggle, I can’t really get a part time job as I’m in uni a lot and don’t have any decent means of transport at the moment, so I’ve been hella HELLA broke. So this has put a lot of stress on me, and from time to time I have felt myself feeling very shitty about myself, albeit not as bad as I was earlier this year. Another factor to my recent stress is the fact I still have money I owe companies from last year and this year, stuff I had on finance but couldn’t afford to pay, or just fell behind on paying when I was depressed and have been constantly aggressively chased for. I’ve recently gotten hold of a free guide pack from some independent debt advice people, I need to have a good look through this and see what I can do to maybe get them to see that I have no way of paying them back until I can get a job next year sometime. In total I owe just over £2000 I think, so it’s not TOO bad, but still a lot of money for me (a student) to be being chased for in a time where I don’t have any sort of income to deal with that.
It’s not just that I’ve been feeling down from time to time recently, or that I’ve also not had nearly as much opportunity as I’d of liked to hang with friends and lift myself up, I’ve been having some very weird dreams recently too. In fact this is something that has sparked off my desire to get back on anti-depressants and want to stick to them properly when I do. These dreams I’ve been having a lot of recently have been very VERY morbid suicidal-related ones. Dreams were I’ve kind of been like a ghost getting to see the aftermath of the fact I’ve died and the people around me dealing with that and getting past it etc. It’s been very surreal and very depressing. I’ve also had dreams were I’ve had these weird adventures to euthanasia camps, and dreams were I’ve gotten hold of a gun, and then planned like a night of normal things, such as maybe watching tv for a bit, playing some video games, eating one of my favourite meals, and then being happy with the thought I could then just pick up the gun and escape my problems.
I want to re-iterate that I’m not as bad as I was in Jan this year, but all these fucked up dreams are de-sensitizing me to the whole suicide thing, and making it seem like “just another option”, which I know is wrong, and I don’t want to be dealing with that. :\ It’s funny to think that a normal person my age who has maybe has some money problems might get help from there parents…but I don’t have that support, I live in my parents house but I’m basically like some sort of unwanted house guest (or at least thats how I’m made to feel), I can’t talk to my parents about anything, and they don’t talk to me, you can imagine that it’s very awkward. Not just that though but the whole stress of my parents making me feel so bad and looking down on me, and just basically not giving a shit about anything I do (the only thing that seems to provoke them to speak to me is to complain about something I’ve apparently done, or criticize me) means I have another problem to add to my already existing problems.
So!
To help me…I’m going to see the doctors soon and get another prescription of anti-depressants and keep on them. They were a great help before, and they don’t change my personality at all, so it’s not like I’m on some sort of crazy pills or anything (which is what I think some people would see them as), they simply help the brain balance out things and because I’ve become so vulnerable to depression once already this year…I’m making sure that doesn’t repeat to the same extremes.
Really need to wrap up this super extensive blog post now, so I’m gonna throw out a summary and end things.
SUMMARY:
Earlier this year was the worst time of my life, I was depressed and very nearly went ahead with a plan of killing myself Saw a doctor, got to talk out my problems, got put on anti-depressants, they helped. Spent a lot of time hanging with friends, that helped Felt like life was awesome again, decided to stop taking anti-depressants even though I was supposed to stay on them for at least 5/6 months after feeling better to prevent a relapse back into depression at the turn of anythings going sour. Started seeing a girl, although it was the first time since my first real heart break and depression, so I was scared to have anything serious, so didn’t define anything. Had an awesome summer After summer, somethings in life got lame (I unintentionally went from seeing a girl to not even having her on speaking terms with me anymore. Dad fired me from my job I had. Still I didn’t consider life anywhere near as bad as I had in Jan. Due to mess ups with my student loan and STILL not having it I’ve struggled with cash for the last 3 months. Definitely added a lot of stress to my life Started seeing another girl, still feel as though I’m dealing with some fear about getting my heartbroken so have been a bit scared to define anything, although we are now using the term that we’re “dating”. Uni’s been great, really enjoying it, but it’s definitely not been a breeze and has kept me very busy. Over the past month or so started having some bad dreams on suicide, even though I’m not actually thinking of such drastic things these days.
…and that’s that. I really needed to get all this personal drama and back story out of the way in a blog, because I have a lot of other things I want to blog about that won’t be perhaps as boring from a readers point of view and at the least they won’t be on such negative topics.
So…until next time (which will probably be before christmas), adios amigo’s.
Kermit.
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