Just that really...
The last few years have been hard to say the least, I had a serious eating disorder which I was treated for from 2014-2015 and did some permanent physical damage to my body. I overcame the food issues but emotionally was still very damaged.
In the first half of 2016 I attempted suicide 3 times and self harmed on a daily basis. I had no desire to live and planned each attempt meticulously and was actually disappointed in myself for failing.
After trialling a number of medication combinations and having ongoing talking therapy (DBT) I began to cope better and emerged from the depression around October with a new lease of life and a hope for the future that I never thought I'd ever have again. I worked hard to repair relationships and rebuild trust, especially with my husband who had supported me through the times when I couldn't look after myself.
I moved on, got a puppy, got interested in new things, got involved in a hobby and made new friends. Family life became relaxed and happy. Until the last few weeks. Suddenly I find myself waking very early in the mornings, going through the day in a fog, unable to concentrate, unable to feel hope or excitement. I have no motivation for hobbies or friends - even getting up and dressed and walking the dog is a massive chore. I feel empty and I feel terrified that this is the beginning of another depressive episode that could steal months or years of my life if not take my life.
I confided in my husband how I was feeling and his reply was 'You'd better snap out of it I'm not going through that again'
Now I genuinely don't know what to do. I have an appointment with my GP tomorrow but don't know how much to tell her or what I expect her to do. I take my medication religiously at the same time every morning and night. I read and re-read my DBT workbooks and continue to use the exercises in them. I don't under stand why I feel this way or how to stop it. I know that when I'm ill I'm a burden on those closest to me. I just want it to end.