Depression - Page 6

I was planning on moving back to the US at the end of this year - in all honesty, I felt more at home during the 10 months I spent in New York than I ever did here in Rio... it was the happiest time of my life, save for some moments with this girl.

but now... I just don't see it happening. I can't see anything good in sight for me. I trudge away at my job and occasionally, during the manic cycle of my bipolar, I go out, I socialise, I meet tons of people and that is great, but it's empty.

so yeah, moving somewhere would be wonderful, but it ain't gonna happen for at least a few months, sadly... financially, it's just impossible to do right now.

I'm truly sorry for your troubles, RD... I see people with REAL problems and feel like a whiny bitch because I can't get over a fucking breakup with a girl 9 years younger than me.

I really do hope you are able to sort things out with your brother and if you need to talk, I'll listen.

thanks for the words, mate.

I'm just really really scared of becoming seriously suicidal like I was before... I can feel the thoughts slipping back in my head, and for them to become longing and then for that longing to become action is a really easy series of steps for me...

next week... already got my ticket for the midnight screening next thursday. so at least I have that to look forward to.. it's actually been kind of a silver lining recently...

I really hope this depressive cycle wears out soon... I can't afford to miss any more days at work and I don't wanna put my family through more than I already have.

it's just really hard for me to get psyched for anything when I'm like this... I've been doing tons of exercise. it used to help, but now it's not... at least I'm looking better, heh...

it's just really disappointing cuz I thought I was already past the worst and now it's all back like it was never gone in the first place.

I suppose you're right... and I'm not sure about the okcupid thing hahahahah might look into it ... I'm actually a little proud of my exercising.. I'm almost back to my 17-19 year old shape.. shame the weather here's been shit, so I haven't been able to swim over the past few days... 

but in the end, all of that feels... empty, you know? like I'm just.. treading water. today I caught myself thinking some of the same horrible thoughts I used to back when I was at rock bottom, and I have been finding them harder and harder to control.

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Originally Posted by andrevellozo 

I was planning on moving back to the US at the end of this year - in all honesty, I felt more at home during the 10 months I spent in New York than I ever did here in Rio... it was the happiest time of my life, save for some moments with this girl.

 

but now... I just don't see it happening. I can't see anything good in sight for me. I trudge away at my job and occasionally, during the manic cycle of my bipolar, I go out, I socialise, I meet tons of people and that is great, but it's empty.

 

so yeah, moving somewhere would be wonderful, but it ain't gonna happen for at least a few months, sadly... financially, it's just impossible to do right now.

 

I'm truly sorry for your troubles, RD... I see people with REAL problems and feel like a whiny bitch because I can't get over a fucking breakup with a girl 9 years younger than me.

 

I really do hope you are able to sort things out with your brother and if you need to talk, I'll listen.

 

thanks for the words, mate.

Shit doesn't fall from the sky mate. Open a savings account and start putting money in it. Call it you "life saver fund". Decide how much needs to be in there so that you can move to New York and when you reach that amount - fuckin do it. Rio sounds bad for you right now. Home can be sometimes, ya can't escape your past at home, its hard to reinvent yourself when everyone still remembers who you were. Think about this man, only you can make it happen - and whether you believe it or not, you;re selling yourself short right now, you deserve better.

you are absolutely correct. and I am getting my finances in order so I can move out at the end of the year (when I get my vacation pay and my end-of-the-year bonus, which ought to be quite substantial).

but you're right... Rio is not my ideal place right now.

One of the things that really helped me that someone said to me in hospital was that "The dark thoughts and self doubt don't exist outside of your own head" it seemed like a really obvious thing to say but somehow in my addled state this simple notion blew my mind and Ive held on to it ever since....Also If all you ever know is what you see, taste and touch then wouldnt you want that to be joyful? They were also very keen on the idea of 'being kind to yourself' ...what i mean by that is that if you are supposed to be going to a place where there will be someone you dont want to see that might ignite the old feelings then dont go...Also indulge man, not drugs or drink but indulge in greatthings like mexican food, ice cream and milkshakes, i'm amazed these things make me so happy these days...

I'm rambling and grabbing at bits and pieces I remember but I think these are all things we can use to get through : )

so today was a little bit better, except for right now... ever since I got home from work I just feel terrible.

but it was better than yesterday , and that was something. still can't stop thinking of her though.... and it just goes on a downward spiral from there on.

Ok, so I usually don't like to get very personal on here, but I'm between a rock and a hard place at the moment, so here goes.

I have OCD, and at my Doctors suggestion started taking a new medication called Viibryd.  It's only been out for about a year, and it's being marketed as an anti-deppresant that doesn't cause sexual dysfunction.  

I'll try to keep this short, I was on it for 3 weeks, felt awful, quit it cold turkey.  I know that's not what you're supposed to do, but I felt awful and was afraid to take it even once more.  

Here's the thing, sing effects are still there.  In face up until about 5 days ago, it felt like I was still on it.  The depression wasn't there, but this weird full body numbness, and what has sometimes been described as "drug brain".  Just a kind of mental fogginess.  And sexually, all of the same problems.  I went to the doctor to get blood drawn, apparently everything is normal.  I'm seriously at a loss.  

The weird thing is that the OCD symptoms that I have always had are WAY down, barley even there at this point.  But that's not a trade off I was ever willing to make, frankly.  I'm worried something permanent has happened to my body, everyone I've talked to basically has no idea how this is even happening.  I'm at the point where, if this isn't resolved in a few months,  I don't think I could keep on living.  Does anyone have any experience with something like this?

I think first and foremost you should talk to your doctor ASAP.

I've had some problems with antidepressants before, mostly EXTREME nausea, but it went away a couple days after I stopped taking them.

one pill I took potentialized my suicidal thoughts to the max, but I went back to "normal" (as if there is a "normal" way of wanting to off yourself) soon after I stopped taking them, too.

I'm gonna follow my own advice and talk to my doc today about changing my medication, ask him to focus less on my bipolar and more on my depression (the med he gave me for depression is actually an anti-convulsant for epilepsy and bipolar that has an off-label use as an antidepressant).

when it comes to meds, I always talk to my doctor before making these decisions, I trust him enough to know what he's doing. if you don't feel the same way about yours, you should definetly find someone else. if you DO trust your doctor, then talk to him and see if you two can find what's the right medication for you. hope you get better soon.

one thing that people seem to take for granted regarding pills is that each med will have a different effect on each person. What might work wonders for me might make you feel awful. that's why I think it's extremely important to

a) have a doctor who knows his shit about medication. my first psychiatrist, the man talked to me for LITERALLY 2 minutes and prescribed me some EXTREMELY rough meds - after barely talking to me, needless to say, they did quite the number on me. I never saw him again and went to someone who actually cared about me and my needs. my current shrink, for example, in a move that touched me immensely, was supposed to be on holiday next week, but cancelled his trip so he could see me again. that's a good doctor in my eyes.

b) ALWAYS, ALWAYS be honest about the effects the meds are having on you, good, bad, or none. I've been on medication on/off for about 5 years and I know that it's an EXTREMELY particular issue, because every person has a different reaction to most meds. so once again, I ask you to PLEASE go to a doctor you trust and ask him about these side effects. if he's worth his salt (and most of them, in all honesty, are) he'll explain what's happening to you and then change your medical treatment to something that's more appropriate to your needs.

I know I was lucky... save for the first one, I've always had wonderful experiences with shrinks. that's not always the case, but if you ever feel ANY discomfort regarding the effects of your meds, tell your doctor. most of them not only will know what to do, but will honestly have your best interest in mind.

I'm starting my changes in my meds tonight. but I had a wonderful night with some amazing surprises... my best friend, who is pretty much a brother, told me he was stuck in Paris earlier today, while I told him about my depression. then he showed up at the place I was. it was a beautiful moment. this man is my brother, pretty much, and I hadn't seen him for about 3 months. I know I've been the biggest debbie downer in these boards as of late, but tonight I thought "shit, things really DO get better". and they do. then they get worse. then they get better again. I'm not hopeless anymore. and I know that I owe the vast majority of these feelings to you guys. so I thank you all, with complete and utter honesty and from the absolute center of my heart for the amazing and indispensable support you have all given me. If I'm able to help any of you guys in any way, just let me know. not because I owe you all this much (I do), but because after all this I like to think we're FRIENDS, and I am willing to do anything for my friends. btw, today was "friend day" here in Brazil, so I have to thank you all for being an absolutely needed solace during my rough times.

hopefully, better times are coming for all of us.

cheers, and once again, my sincerest thanks to all in this thread.

I really don't want to make any suggestions on medications, they affect everyone so differently.  Andre is right, tell your doctor.

I just wanted to thank everyone again for this thread.  I tried to explain to a close relative my concern about "not being able to connect with a movie" thing from a few pages back.  No understanding at all.  Sympathy certainly.  But it's nice to just be able to people who can relate, and commiserate.

last week I had an online conversation with my ex about us meeting up so I could get some closure and move on, something I feel I won't be able to do if I don't see her. she said ok. then, on saturday, she cancelled it and went back to ignoring me.

so apparently this morning someone changed my ex's facebook and e-mail passwords and she immediately thinks it's me, because, why not, right? so I get a call at 8 am with her screaming at me and demanding her passwords back. I tried to defend myself and explain I had nothing to do with that, that I have nothing to gain from doing that, and that this is a really awful way to treat me (it was the first time we spoke since the breakup). she replied with a wonderful "I don't give a shit about you. Leave me the fuck alone". that's verbatim.

so now I'm back to where I was. I had to spend the whole day sedated and pretty much spent it all sleeping. it is now 6:38 pm here and I just woke up and I already feel panicky and EXTREMELY suicidal. I told her this incident could tip me over the edge and might make me do something stupid, she just said "Oh, God, fuck off", and hung up on me.

I am reticent to take another pill. but I think if I stay awake it's quite likely that I'll go pavement diving after my family is asleep. I don't know. anything. I just don't know.

Andre, I don't mean to talk out of class here, but if your ex knew about the state you were in and reacted the way she did, you're probably better off without her. Big breakups like that are fucking hard, no question, and it's easy to think of it ending in terms of how maybe you weren't good enough or maybe that you did something wrong. But sometimes people don't understand each other, and it sounds like she didn't/doesn't really understand YOU. If she's going to fly of the handle at you about some Facebook bullshit that you had nothing to do with, that has more to do with the story that she's told herself about you than anything resembling reality.

Look, it sucks, and it hurts. It feels like you've had this lifeline ripped away from you, but the way she's acting now doesn't make her seem like someone worth offing yourself over. My first capital-R relationship ended just about two years ago now (we were together for longer than that), and I felt a lot of the same stuff. I just didn't want to wake up and keep dealing with consciousness, and it got pretty close there for a while. But time passed, and I realized that I was more broken up about what I thought I had, and when the fog cleared I realized some things. One, she could really treat me like shit. Two, she could just be a major fucking drag. I remember one time I was driving to see her, and I called her to tell her that I was on my way. From the tone of her voice, I could tell that it was going to be one of THOSE weekends where I was going to have to plod through her issues, only to have her blame me for them. After I hung up I pulled over to the side of the highway and just started weeping.  I hung on for a long time, but after it ended I just had to ask myself: Why did I put up with that? I think the answer is basically that I was addicted to the relationship, in a sense, I had gotten caught up the hope/fiction that this would be what fixed me.

But it wasn't true, and I got a bit stronger once I realized that.

I hate to say cliche shit like "chin up" or "it'll get better." But it will. It will.

Dude, whenever you're thinking of doing something stupid, I suggest you remind yourself it's all because of a fucking breakup. They suck, but you get over them, even if you think you won't. Best thing you can do right now is to forget the idea of some cathartic meeting that'll give you closure. Delete her from your Facebook and your phonebook and get on with the task of moving on with your life. I've been in the exact same situation and I can tell you that the longer you hold onto vestiges of her, the more pain you'll be putting yourself through.

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Originally Posted by MrBananaGrabber 

I really don't want to make any suggestions on medications, they affect everyone so differently.  Andre is right, tell your doctor.

 

 

I did, and she had no explanation, which made it all the more alarming.  It may take a trip to a neurologist to find out what exactly is going on. 

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Originally Posted by Kevin Macken 

 

I have OCD, and at my Doctors suggestion started taking a new medication called Viibryd. 

You might find the entry over at crazymeds.com of some use. Also their message board.

well, I took 2 sleeping pills to knock me out til tomorrow safely.

the worst thing is I actually feel disappointed in myself for my lack of courage to do myself in. does that even make sense? I feel like my mind is crumbling.. like all the little blocks that keep it together are falling apart inside my head. it sounds dramatic but it's the only way to describe it. my 2 biggest fears were her leaving me and, even before that, my single greatest fear was losing my mind (my father's side of the family has some history in that regard). Now I think both of them are gonna come to pass in a very short time span. I'm scared. I don't know if I can hold on. this sounds very emo, I know, but I am, quite frankly, terrified of myself at the moment. all I wanna do is stay under the effect of these pills, all the time, in my room.

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You might find the entry over at crazymeds.com of some use. Also their message board.

Thanks, that link was more helpful than my visits to the Doctor who actually put me on the drug in the first place.  I realize that everyone will be effected differently, but I'm kind of appalled by the totally flippant way I was given the meds.  No warning of potential side effects, and basically totally uninterested in hearing any of the problems I've had with it.  Next time i'll be doing some research before I dive into a new medication, lesson learned I guess.  Although after this experience, if I do in fact go back to "normal", I don't think I'm every trying another SSRI again.

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Originally Posted by andrevellozo 

well, I took 2 sleeping pills to knock me out til tomorrow safely.

 

the worst thing is I actually feel disappointed in myself for my lack of courage to do myself in. does that even make sense? I feel like my mind is crumbling.. like all the little blocks that keep it together are falling apart inside my head. it sounds dramatic but it's the only way to describe it. my 2 biggest fears were her leaving me and, even before that, my single greatest fear was losing my mind (my father's side of the family has some history in that regard). Now I think both of them are gonna come to pass in a very short time span. I'm scared. I don't know if I can hold on. this sounds very emo, I know, but I am, quite frankly, terrified of myself at the moment. all I wanna do is stay under the effect of these pills, all the time, in my room.

Yeah mate, it does sound emo and I can guarantee you that your mind isn't falling apart, it's psychosomatic. You're so stressed you feel like you're going crazy.

I had a bad six months off my med (Citalopram) before finally getting back on them last week. So far I feel a little better, takes the edge off the anxiety a bit and muffles the depression.

today was really rough... I've become aware that I am a slave to my sleeping pills for some type of peace. if I could, I'd take them during the day (not like I've been going to work these past 2 days), but people would get suspicious and think I was abusing them (my doctor told me to take them if the going got too tough, provided I didn't have any classes to teach - I'm a languages teacher, have I told you guys that? - or was about to drive or go to the gym or something). I spent almost all of it in bed doing nothing, feeling either extremely anxious or just about to cry. the suicidal stuff is pumping harder and harder in my brain. in one of my moments of stupidity, I actually thought of writing a pilot for a tv show about manic depression, but my brain isn't coherent enough to get any writing done. this right now is demanding a huge amount of effort on my part. it's the most talkative and coherent I've been all day. I had to lie to people in my family that I'm doing better so they wouldn't worry. I don't even know why I'm writing this... this place has become my strongest solace throughout all this, I kid you not. I told my shrink about you guys and he thought it was kickass that we had such a nice support network available to each other. 

I'm fucking slipping away and I don't want to.

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Originally Posted by andrevellozo 

last week I had an online conversation with my ex about us meeting up so I could get some closure and move on, something I feel I won't be able to do if I don't see her. she said ok. then, on saturday, she cancelled it and went back to ignoring me.

 

so apparently this morning someone changed my ex's facebook and e-mail passwords and she immediately thinks it's me, because, why not, right? so I get a call at 8 am with her screaming at me and demanding her passwords back. I tried to defend myself and explain I had nothing to do with that, that I have nothing to gain from doing that, and that this is a really awful way to treat me (it was the first time we spoke since the breakup). she replied with a wonderful "I don't give a shit about you. Leave me the fuck alone". that's verbatim.

 

so now I'm back to where I was. I had to spend the whole day sedated and pretty much spent it all sleeping. it is now 6:38 pm here and I just woke up and I already feel panicky and EXTREMELY suicidal. I told her this incident could tip me over the edge and might make me do something stupid, she just said "Oh, God, fuck off", and hung up on me.

 

I am reticent to take another pill. but I think if I stay awake it's quite likely that I'll go pavement diving after my family is asleep. I don't know. anything. I just don't know.

Honestly and I know this is cold comfort, she sounds like a fucking nasty piece of work and certainly not worth the pain and stress you're putting yourself under on her behalf.

Man you're young, you simultaneously give your heart far too recklessly and far too completely when you're young - and you a passionate latin to boot!

Point is, if you just don't do something completely bone headed like kill yourself in the meantime, I promise you - promise (like, hand on my heart) - that you will fucking laugh about this, about her and about you some day. Seriously mate.

Just hold on.

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Originally Posted by Kevin Macken 

 

Thanks, that link was more helpful than my visits to the Doctor who actually put me on the drug in the first place.  I realize that everyone will be effected differently, but I'm kind of appalled by the totally flippant way I was given the meds.  No warning of potential side effects, and basically totally uninterested in hearing any of the problems I've had with it.  Next time i'll be doing some research before I dive into a new medication, lesson learned I guess.  Although after this experience, if I do in fact go back to "normal", I don't think I'm every trying another SSRI again.

That was a great resource, I'd never been there before.  That really sucks about your doctor, that's just rude.  Can you get a referral to a metal health specialist?

Personally, I've been on Lexapro for years, and it's served me well.  Up until I moved in with my folks, got super depressed, and doubled the dosage, I haven't had much in the way of side effects.  I've gained 30 lbs since then though, and I'm having a hell of a time getting it off.

Andre - Keep up the fight, Rain Dog is exactly right.

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Originally Posted by The Rain Dog 

 

Honestly and I know this is cold comfort, she sounds like a fucking nasty piece of work and certainly not worth the pain and stress you're putting yourself under on her behalf.

 

Man you're young, you simultaneously give your heart far too recklessly and far too completely when you're young - and you a passionate latin to boot!

 

Point is, if you just don't do something completely bone headed like kill yourself in the meantime, I promise you - promise (like, hand on my heart) - that you will fucking laugh about this, about her and about you some day. Seriously mate.

 

Just hold on.

Yeah, holy shit get this woman out of your life. She's proven to be a toxic presence and I would absolutely not kill myself over someone who treated me like that. Don't give her the satisfaction, and don't do it out of the idea that you'll shake her to her core if you off yourself. Just don't do it, period. As someone who struggled (and still does, on occasion) with really dark fucking thoughts, half of the stuff that I've wished I was dead over is stuff I laugh at now.

Now for a potentially uncomfortable question: Do you take any other substances besides your (presumably prescribed) pills? Like, are you drinking and taking benzos? If so, cut that shit out right now, especially the drinking. I can't even begin to explain how my outlook on life changed once I stopped boozing it up every night (and I was doing it every night for three years straight with only a day or three of abstinence in there).

Anyway, take care of yourself first and foremost.

you guys are right, I'm the moron who can't see it right now... it's just difficult for me to let go, especially leaving things like this and it all goes on a downward spiral.

as for your question, jake, I'm on Seroquel (Quetiapine) for my bipolar - though my mood still changes a lot, so I'm not sure it's working so well - Lamitor (I think it's called Lamictal abroad) which is an anticonvulsant, but has an off-label use for bipolar depression, which I think is the most important thing for me to treat now and Rivotril (clonazepam) for anxiety and sleep problems. I've been taking them responsibly and yes, I have stopped drinking. I used to do it a lot, though not at an absurd level... meaning I drank frequently, but only a little. and quite honestly, sometimes I feel like killing someone for a drink. but my doctor said I have to be patient and soon I'll be able to drink again, so.. I have to follow him on this one. as for.. other , illicit substances, none of that for me. was never my thing, thank god.

 and, yes the pills are all prescribed and I take them at the time and quantity indicated to me by my doctor =)

and again, thank you guys for the support.

One thing that's really simple, but that I always manage to screw up:  Eating right.  

Not just healthy food, but actually taking time to eat.  My worst moods come when my blood sugar is low.  Sometimes I have to force myself, but keeping steady with protein has helped in huge ways.

yeah when I'm feeling low my appetite slows down to a near halt... luckily, I can eat tons of junk but nothing sticks... have my mother's genes to thank for that... it's very difficult for me to gain weight.. I gain weight almost exclusively through weight training, actually

It's good that you lift, Andre. But you might want to try to eat really cleanly for a while, even if you don't pack on fat. There's a lot of really compelling literature out there linking bipolar disorder to autoimmune disease (just google bipolar autoimmune and you'll see some good hits), as well as gut bacteria to general mental health. I went Paleo last year, and honest to god it's really helped me out, but I haven't had to deal with issues nearly as severe as some of the other folks in this thread, and there are a lot of writers in that community like Robb Wolf (He's a PhD in evolutionary biology) and Emily Deans (she's an M.D.) who have explored and written about some pretty interesting aspects of this connection.

It might be worth thinking about experimenting with your diet with an eye toward sussing out any autoimmune issues, which tend to be a blind spot for most docs, especially when it comes to the gut (this talk is also worth checking out). Of course, I could be full of shit, but there are some pretty startling stories out there about people with problems like bipolar getting a better handle on it just by eating clean and taking some fish oil.

thanks DS, I had no idea about all that stuff! I DO mantain a relatively healthy diet, though... salad every day with my protein, y'know... occasionally I slpurge on pizza , but normally only once a week. I'm going to the movies tonight, midnight opening of Dark Knight Rises here in Brazil, so don't blame me for my giant popcorn tonight.

also, on the meds stuff... my shrink decided to double my antidepressants effective immediately. he thinks I should expect results in a couple days. he also prescribed me another one for emergency anxiety situations.

maybe it's the fact that I exercised a lot today coupled with my session and the movie tonight, but I'm not feeling so bleak.

I hope it lasts.

 Seems like you've got it all locked down for the most part, and I'm absolutely going to second DS Randlett's post. And don't feel bad about the popcorn, that shit is good and pretty much nutritionally harmless and you're watching a movie! Just enjoy the moments, dude. And make sure your doctors get your medication lined out - it can be a really trying process but once you find the right combination you'll be set. One of my best friends is a diagnosed schizophrenic, yet you seriously cannot tell at all and he just graduated from law school and is taking the bar exams and enjoying a really happy relationship with a wonderful woman who's like a sister to me. I know it's cliched, but this shit gets way better. You just have to hang on in the meanwhile.

Also: don't let anyone belittle what you're going through. The first impulse might be to say "dude, it's a breakup. Everyone goes through it." Maybe so, but your brain is marinating in chemicals that make everything seem worse than it is. So keep in mind: this isn't as bad as your brain is telling you it is. Breakups are miserable enough without your brain trying to kill you on top of it. You've upped your meds and that may help. Wait for the brain fever to break, don't do anything rash, don't make any major life decisions.

well, I have good and bad news...

let's start with the bad news, since they're over and done with for now:

last night, before watching DKR, I had a VERY intense panic attack before the film began. the reason was quite clear: the terror I had of seeing her there (even though she lives literally miles away from the theater and would have no reason to be there). then the film began, and I forgot about it (LOVED the movie, btw, but that belongs somewhere else). however, THE SECOND the lights came back on it came back in full force. also, one thing I forgot to mention to you guys, a lovely side-effect of my anxiety peaks that's been going on for a few weeks: spontaneous vomiting. it just comes over me literally SECONDS before it happens and then I just let out a big bunch of puke all over whatever I'm standing on. It's happened twice on the street on my way to work and it happened yesterday in the hallway of my apartment, when I got home. I don't even need to have a full stomach for it to happen. I took my chill pills and went to sleep. during the day, I worked and felt like a zombie, which, quite honestly, made things a lot easier.

now for the good news:  after the night fell, I just felt.. different. I felt good. I know it's my bipolar switching to the manic cycle, but, like I said last time, I don't feel as bleak (or as anxious). I went out tonight, met friends, met girls, then came home (gotta work tomorrow morning). I hope, hope, hope, this is not just another cycle, but the beginning of the end of my depression. I feel myself letting go of her and of the other things that made me feel that way. my doctor upped my antidepressants starting tomorrow, hopefully that will help. I know I post something like this every week, but.. isn't that how it is...? it's what everyone tells me... you get better, then you get worse, then you get better again, then you get even worse, then you raise yourself and get back to the ground and then you get yourself up again.

I hope all of us only go up from now on... from what I can tell, we've bloody well earned our stripes for now!

not wanting  to sound like an attention whore, but already doing so, could someone please tell me if they've had similar issues with the (literally) spontaneous vomiting thing? I'm quite worried about that. last sunday I ate some garlic bread and my stomach hurt so much that I couldn't even eat my main course (and this was my favorite restaurant and I was starving, no less). I dunno if the 2 are related. I've heard of stress-related ulcers and gastrointeritis.. does anyone know anything about this?

best to all

Try some over-the counter dramamine.  I had really bad anxiety-related stomach problems for a while.  That helped.  Also just regular old Pepto Bismol.

Ginger ale does wonders to settle the stomach as well. Don't know if you have Schweppes in Brazil, but if so, that's the stuff. Milder than Canada Dry, which is a little harsher.

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Originally Posted by Martin Blank 

Ginger ale does wonders to settle the stomach as well. Don't know if you have Schweppes in Brazil, but if so, that's the stuff. Milder than Canada Dry, which is a little harsher.

Yes, absolutely.  See if you can find ginger candy too, here's my favorite: http://www.gingerpeople.com/ginger-chews.html

back at my dark places again... I don't know what to do

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back at my dark places again... I don't know what to do

 

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Originally Posted by andrevellozo 

back at my dark places again... I don't know what to do

 

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Activate your support network. Friends, family, whether there or online. Call any support hotlines available in your locale. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Don't believe the internal whispers that say you are. They are lying.

I can't imagine how atrociously hard it might be, but reach out. Here. There. To someone. Don't try and go it alone.

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back at my dark places again... I don't know what to do

 

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Distract yourself.  It's hard, but can be done.  How are the beaches in Rio?  I know it's winter, but is it still kinda warm?

You'll make it, I've got faith in you!