I feel angry that I can't just be fine. I'm on meds, I've adjusted meds, I've readjusted meds, etc. I see a really good therapist weekly. I have a lot of external stressors that are making it tough to heal, but don't we all?
I've had to vastly cut back on my life and what I do. Some of the meds I make cause me to be tired, but if I don't take them I get major anxiety issues. So, I have a hard time being motivated (and I was the opposite before this) and need a lot of naps. I still get unexpected PTSD symptoms like intrusive thoughts here and there and lots of depression.
This is so frustrating to have gone through HG and then to be battling this all this time later. It has truly "changed" me, altered my mind or whatnot.
I feel ashamed and embarrassed mentioning or discussing this with people who haven't been there. It's tough enough for people to understand a mental illness as it is without stigma, let alone one activated by a pregnancy that was 2 1/2 years ago. People feel that it's over, it's not happening again and I need to just move on. Boy, I would LOVE to just move on!
Aside from my DH and my therapist I have no one I can talk to that understands this at all. I just wonder if it's gonna be like this the rest of my life.
Everything takes so much more effort than it used to. My kids overwhelm me completely. I feel like I'm just getting by in survival mode. I want everyone to go away, leave me alone and just let me rest.
Through friends moving and me being so isolated by trying to combat this while working (mostly from home) and taking care of kids I feel suddenly very alone. Summer break terrifies me.
Last month my parents visited and some things in our day went really wrong and then my kids got out of control and I ended up with a severe panic attack. So, I had to go and take my clonazepam to calm down. Later I told my Mom I was feeling better now after my meds kicked in and she ROLLED HER EYES at me! So, she apparently doesn't approve of my meds. I was so hurt.
My Dad is an M.D. and he doesn't specialize in psych, but he thinks I'm taking such a high dose of things and really questions it. I actually have come down a bit. If I go down further I dissolve into really bad places. I just said well, I'm really screwed up so I need a lot of meds.
Now I have TMJ from clenching my jaw due to stress. So, I'm dealing with that too. I try to get plenty of sleep, eat well, work out tons, have a supportive DH now and have planned in some "breaks" from the kids in my week. But, I'm still just not quite making it.
Help! Advice?








