Nana - i was on citalopram when DD was 2, for about 2 and a half years, 40mg at some point back down to twenty, then ten, then five (ish) every other day so i did come off slowly, that was probably about 2 years ago, i can't remember to be precise. It was mostly for anxiety before, i wasn't really depressed. Now i am, i know i am and i feel "wrong" hence feeling i need a proper psych assesment. I also have a vague recollection of having a pscychiatric assesment as a teenager, for self harm, i can't remember precisely. I think it was the typical teenage angst self harm than any real form of depression back then. I have never felt like this before. When DD2 was born, everything happened, i was writing up my PhD, my dad was dying and being mistreated in his care home so i was fighting all that, he died when she was 8 weeks old. I had gallstones - i was so ill, had those removed, wrote up my PhD and pretty much broke - it was like my PhD was holding me together at the seems - then when i let go of that, i just lost it. DP and I got into debt because i had PND which was missed by the HCPs and he was having to take so much time off work we were living on credit cards. So it was everything - we actually have the debts under control now, even though the mortgage is in arrears, its not that bad and DP will sort it, he now has a regular wage coming in. My anxiety manifested as health anxiety principally.
This time it is very different, I got a job at a college, teaching as supply teacher, but i had never taught before, they piled more and more responsibility on but gave me no training or guidance, I was in charge of setting up controlled assesments and there was no one in the department who i could ask if i was doing it ok because my line manager basically passed the buck, she was supposed to do this but didn't so i just had to wing it. I got really good feedback from the students but it was too much, i was being paid for 12 hours a week but i was working 60 hours, i enjoyed it, but i always felt ten steps behind. I wanted to make sure everything was right but i had no one to ask for help. This place is notorious bad employer, even by FE standards and i knew that it was a mistake taking the job on, so many people who i know have worked there left for similar reasons. I was signed off sick by my doctor but my line manager still "encouraged" me to work during this period which really, was the straw that broke the camels back - She basically bullied me and played with my head, because i went over her head to ask for support (because i had realised no help would be forthcoming from her) I knew she would get me out, and she did - she made it so difficult for me, but had to swallow her words when i got excellent reviews from the students. She is well known for being a bad manager and basically passing the buck downwards. Someone suggested I had a case for constructive dismissal but i was on a sessional contract so i let it drop and my doctor advised me that it wasn't worth persuing. They told me that whilst they would write me a reasonable reference they would say I can't cope with pressure - And that was true i suppose becuse i snapped. It got to the point that my DP made me put all my books etc in the car, drove me over and I told them i was quitting. It has destroyed what little confidence i had. Most people would have said "fuck this" long before i did, but i think it was my anxiety that made me stay longer becaue i thought i'd get better. When i went for my counselling assesment my counseller said that a high proportion of their clients came from that college as they treated their staff so badly The thing is, i read this as me making excuses for being crap. I should be a high earner but i can't even hold down a part time job and now I don't even feel confident enough for a cleaning job.
I am terrified by how i feel just now, i have had a nice day with DD, i took her to the pictures so that DP could fix the car, which he has, so he is happy because he has had the day to sort the car and start on the van - I loved our day together, so why do i feel so fruaght now? We might go for a walk as a family - its all good, DP is being brilliant, the mortgage thing is a worry but it isn't desperate and its sortable. I just manage to turn molehills into mount everest size problems.
My DP is blaming the drugs for me being worse now, but i think what it is is that i told myself that ok, i have until after the easter holidays to lick my wounds, now i have to get back on the horse and start looking for a job. We have agreed that I will only look for a part-time job because he is now out of the house at 7 every morning and any worthwhile full time work for me would involve a commute, i don't want DD in out of school club for 12 hours a day, she is only 7 and very young for her age. Although she enjoys the after school club etc and cried when i had to pull her out when i left my job (so i felt even worse) . I think that citalopram may not be the right drug for me this time around and im reluctant to go to 40mg again because DP is adamant that i was like a zombie on it. I get very nervous and agitated with simple tasks, will physically shake if i have to load the dishwasher - this is MENTAL, my previous "career" involved highly dextrous, complicated tasks so i don't know what is going on there.
I have suicidal thoughts, but im not suicidal, if that makes sense, I think DD would be better off without me and DP needs someone to support him and not hold him back all of the time, i wont be able to follow it through, im not brave enough. The thought of nothingness is extremely attractive to me - that is what I am craving, I am not thinking about how nice things can be if only i wasn't ill - does that make sense?? Am i ill? or is this just how it is? Am i just ineffective, lazy? A bit lame? Thats how i feel - i feel like a failure and that ive not acheived anything - i know i have the qualifications but i have never been able to use them. People with no real qualifications to speak of have done much better than i have - i don't seem them as a measure of achievement.
WOW - that was Epic, but i didn't want to drip feed Nana i bet you wish you didn't ask!