It probably looks like I've had it all together in the last couple of weeks from all my recent seemingly productive, seemingly upbeat posts.
The blog world is good like that - it can gloss over the real issues if you want it to...
So let me keep it a little more real for you...
(some of you who have got to know me quite well have probably guessed this anyway!)
All my sewing and
busy-ness in the last two weeks?!... - some could call it really good distraction techniques, procrastination or avoidance of what has
really been going on in my brain!...
My way of coping!
You see, last Monday I ran out of my prescription for
these little pink pills...
My doctors words when he gave me the prescription were... "I'll give you 3 months prescription at this stage,
but if you feel really good in 2 months then you may give it a try off them and just stop taking them..."
me... "Would I not have to wean myself off them or anything?"...
him... "No, because you are only going to be on them for such a short time you can just stop taking them... you don't even need to come back in and see me, unless you want to or need to discuss it further..."
... It had actually only been about 6 weeks of being on them. But I have been feeling REALLY
really good...
And really productive...
And patient....
And kind....
And creative...
And like the sun shone out of my family's (- read children's) little tooshies...
... in other words - somewhat close to my "normal" self...
Still with normal amounts of "wobbles", but generally able to function at a reasonable level without collapsing into a dithering mess of panic & self doubt! (or go off the deep end in a split second at my family about nothing!)
So
in my own wisdom (note to self ** listen to friends next time & go back to the doctor before making rash decisions just because you can't find your prescription & are too lazy to go to the doctor!!) I decided to try stopping taking them & save myself $36 per month. I mean - that's $36 dollars more I'd have to spend on fabric therapy right?! ;)
Day 1... still felt like the sun shone out of my children's tooshies...
Day 2... small bouts of dizziness. Small bouts of self doubt starting to creep in. Patience a little shorter than it had been on them. - Woke up at 3am and couldn't turn brain off...
...uh oh - not good signs...
Day 3... out came a mumma something resembling this...
Short tempered is probably an understatement! Grumpy with life itself! Couldn't sleep! Did not eat properly! ...Thinking that what came out of my children's tooshies was
definitely.NOT.sunshine... Trying to muscle through and make the best of things... but starting to feel it all slipping away again.
I bravely decided to give it more time, but...
Days 4, 5, 6 & 7 all the way through to Day 14: Much the same horrible dragon mumma & wife!
... in other words I have been feeling like I'm falling back into the routine of what
was - during
"the bleak period."
***
I was anticipating that my mindset would change back a little off the drugs...
I was anticipating that it may be rocky coming off them so soon...
I was anticipating that it would take a while (to go through withdrawal) before things settled down again...
... But after two weeks of things slipping completely back to how they were (while Neil is still here none the less!), I am thinking that perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps they were really doing something after all! Perhaps...
just perhaps, it
wasn't a miraculous coincidence that I was feeling so much better so soon after taking them after all - and perhaps they just really agreed with me and were actually doing their job...
I have resisted this medication business every step of the way! I do not like resorting to drugs. As much as I like to think to myself that I do not bow to stigma - I still do. A bit....
In the small dark dusty corner of my brain, the stigma still existed: "...It's fine for
other people to need drugs, but somehow subconsciously I'll admit that I held myself to a different standard & expected more of myself. That I would just be able to get through it. That it would just be a lot easier for things to return to pre-depression/anxiety days of ease... that I needed to just harden up"...
And that makes me really angry with myself and society at large for portraying Mental Health issues as "a weakness" and something to be embarrassed about! Mental health is really serious! We should be able to be honest about these things and support each other through them - not feel embarrassed & suffer in silence.
Therefore I am now ready to admit that they have their place for this season in my life. I know I admitted that I was on them before - that is one thing. But admitting that I'm going to need to stay on them now (to myself more than anything), for this season, is quite a big deal for me...
So in short, I rocked up to the pharmacy this afternoon, fresh from my doctors office, to refill my prescription. With any luck, in a few more days, I'll be back to relative emotional stability!
At least now I know what they do!!
There you go - sometimes things aren't what they seem...
That is all...