Thanks for saying hi! Just to introduce myself as Nananina suggested.
This is a huge precis btw, but have a long history of depression with occasional psychosis when really unwell (really REALLY unwell) last in hospital 6 years ago, have been without support/meds for some time. Have also had anorexia, but that was years ago.
I can go for years and be fine, then end up having ECT in hospital after a quick downwards spiral.
6 years ago, I left hospital with support from Mh team - MH team very supportive and went out of their way to help me - then 2 years later ex-dh met someone else and left.
I didn't go under miraculously -I managed Ok - then came off my anti-depressants about 2 and a half years ago - although I really had to gradually reduce them (venlafaxine). I left MH team. I gradually got back to work, and I am generally a happy camper.
Before Christmas I was noticing low scrubby patches, but hey - am a working single parent with two kids and the stress of Christmas - put it one one side.
After Christmas, I noticed the low patches were extending - the absolute feeling of dread in the morning when the alarm went off, feeling like I have a brick sitting on me, wanting to disappear, loss of appetite, the thoughts of worthlessness etc - this triggered alarm bells and echoes from previous depression. I though it might be work - but hey! I had two weeks of annual leave coming up.
Nope - the feeling of dread was worse - I am so so tired! Not sleeping well, appetite going, but wanting to sleep all the time, everything is such hard work, stuff I wouldn't even think about normally, a variation in how low I feel in the morning, to feeling slightly better in the evening - and don't get me started on the self destructive thoughts - am trying not to give em house-room. I know I am depressed, but not at rock-bottom yet - but I know it can escalate very quickly.
About a week ago, I finally copped on, gave in and phoned the SPA (single point of access) for mental health - I won't go into it, cos that is a whole different experience and thread - I've always had positive experiences of mental health services generally, but in the end , I gave up, and have an appointment tomorrow with my GP to discuss things, talk about my prev. mental health, and prescribe me meds - all in 10 mins. I know I need meds - have been here before several times.
I've spoken to my manager, and let her know what's happening, and she is v. supportive - she asked me if I wanted time off. Work is always stressful, but I still have concentration, am doing a good job, and it brings me out of myself and gives me structure - at the moment, although we decided we would see how it went - she's a really good manager, and will go out of her way to support me...
So tomorrow, I have to see my doctor for meds- am struggling with thoughts of failure, which I'm working on - but there comes a point where you struggle struggle struggle, and it's like trying to run up an escalator that's going down - the more effort you expend in trying to get to the top/sort yourself, the more exhausted you get, and less able to carry on. And than you end up unceremoniously being carted to the bottom of the escalator, knackered, and trying to stop being chewed up by it. And erm
well thats me really...