I think this is a good post, I think a lot of people with P are succeptible to Depression, it can be triggered by low self esteem and I think anyone with P experiences that on a regular basis. Aside from P, we're all at risk I don't care what the Docs say.
3 weeks ago, I took an overdose. After the break up of my relationship. I was feeling down for many reasons aside from the obvious. I've had depression i think from being 15 when I had a breakdown. I still don't know what a breakdown is, I often wonder if I've had anymore. I was hospitalised with my P for the first time and my Mum came with the Doctor and my Mum said 'you've had a breakdown' It was never mentioned again, that word. Too be honest I've never really known what it meant, because I dont think I want to. I'm not stupid, I have a rough idea but I think its a bit of a cop out term used by Docs when people cant cope, which is life isn't it?
Anyway, over the years I've had many pills prescribed, hours of counselling. I'm still prone to depression. However, now I recognise the feeling, and I can detract away from it, most of the time.
Occasionally though, I don't see it coming and it hits me like a truck at 90mph. There is no going back for me then, I can't describe the feeling of absoloute despair and hopelessness. They say suicide is selfish, and in hindsight it probably is. But when you're so so sure no-one cares and you can't bare another moment feeling the way you do it seems the only way out. I rang the samaritans, who the lady Ingrid, was nice. Except I didn't want her to tell me I need counselling (I knew that) that life is full of ups and downs (I know that too) I just wanted someone to talk to. Thats all. She actually made me feel worse, but then I think I was beyond help at that point.
I sat for many hours that night, I researched on the internet. It was no cry for help. I really did at that time just want to die. I wrote lists, for and against. I wrote letters and apologies and explanations.
I was chicken, I didnt want to do it painfully. I wanted to goto sleep and not wake up. Then I just woke up in hospital. Then you're faced with the shame, the lots of things that made me wish I'd ensured I'd done it properly. Until the Doctor came to see me. And very gently asked me if I knew I was pregnant. No I didnt. I'd put all the symptoms down to stress. It hadnt even occured to me that I might be.
I'm still in the depths of my depression, now I have guilt to live with as well. If my baby is anyway affected by what I have done I will never forgive myself, and right now they cant say. Both drugs are prescribed in pregnancy, but obviously not in those amounts at one time. Ive had a scan but only time will tell. This feels like my punishment for what I did. All I know is I have 7 months to turn this around, I dont want my baby to come into my life as it is now. I dont want my baby to experience the things I have.I'm now getting the help I need, and accepting it. If I can't do it for me I have to do this for my baby who never asked to be brought into this.This time I have something to fight for, Ive never felt that before. The help I'm getting now seems more appropriate than the help ive had in the past. For the first time in the past 15 years I feel like I can do this. I'm terrified of what the future will bring. Always have been since I can remember. I was diagnosed with Morbid grief Syndrome 4 years ago. I think a lot of people with depression find it hard to accept that bad things happen. More to some than others. Its so difficult to tell other people as a lot of the time you don't want to be seen as feeling sorry for yourself, you constantly get told that life is hard for everyone, everyone has problems. SO then you question yourself as to why you cant deal with it like everyone else seems to do! Its so complicated, but if anyone does have friends, relatives who are depressed, it shouldnt be taken lightly, nor dismissed as feeling sorry for themselves, self piteous or selfish. I was ALWAYS there for my friends. If anything that made me feel better. Yet I very rarely told them just how low I was. I certainly would never dream of telling them I was suicidal. I told them my problems, but never just how bad I was feeling. I dont have any family, which has always been a factor. However I do have good friends, I have a lovely home and now I'm going to have a baby. A family of my own.
My friend have tried to be helpful in the past, by being bluntly honest. This just sends me under and I isolate myself. I start not going out during the day, I sit up till all hours.
I'm still there, my depression is going nowhere anytime soon. But I know what I have to do. For those of you that are depressed, you just need to find the right kind of help that is appropiate for you. what works for some doesnt work for others. You need the right medication and the right kind of therapy. Keep going to your GP until you get something you know is working for you. I know how easy it is to give up when you've had enough. Please don't, pick up the phone and tell someone just how bad you are feeling. Then its baby steps, see your GP, take each day as it comes, make a plan and stick to it. I'm not in a position to give the best advice, but if anyone just needs someone to talk to then let me know. All my contact info is on my profile. Sorry for epic post.