This is my first post in MH, mainly because I hate to admit I have MH problems.
A year ago today I finally admitted to myself that I needed to be seen at the doctors for depression. It was also the day that I broke down completely and "ran away". I packed 2 suitcases, got on a train and just went. I got to Weston super Mare (3 hours from me by train), sat on a bench and cried. I was terrified of what I was going to do. I was hot, hungry and thirsty. I couldn't go into Tesco with my suitcases (well, in my current state of mind I couldn't) so I just sat and cried. I didn't know what I wanted to do. I dont know what made me go to Weston. In the end I rang my mum and she came and got me.
I started on 20mg of citalopram, increased them to 40mg. I met my wonderful boyfriend in October last year and with his help have been trying to come off the tablets. I went back to 20mg and then around February went to 10mg. In March I started taking every other day, then went every 2 days and then every 3 days. I then had a MAJOR meltdown last week. I was coming off the tablets too quickly, I've had an awful 2 or 3 weeks, extremely depressed again, felt a little suicidal last week. Now back taking 10mg every day. I feel like a failure that I have increased my intake again.
But in the past year I've fallen in love and I WILL DO THIS. I will lead a normal life without relying on tablets.
A year ago today I couldn't get any lower. It's been a struggle but I feel a million times better now than I did then.