I just feel like I'm getting to the end. That anything would be preferable to living. I'm anxious constantly. Mostly anxious about being anxious. I get a little hint of that feeling, I recognise it and it blows up until I'm in a state.
I've been on meds for 3.5 years. Citalopram first, worked for a while, crashed, increased the dose. Sertraline from last summer, and the dose has been increased twice. I love my DH so much, and he is kind and tries to calm me. So do my parents and sister. I'm blessed with an amazing bunch of people around me, but I feel so awful.
I know DH misses the old me, but I don't think there is an old me anymore. This is me. And it's so painful being inside my brain. I go outside, sunshine reminds me of the meltdown I had last summer, and I feel sick.
We really want DCs, but I'm a state. How could I look after them? I smoke. For all my years of smoking, I've never smoked in the evenings or at home, just so DH doesn't have to be around it. Yesterday I started to worry that I was getting more addicted and would need to start smoking in the evenings too. I couldn't bear that. I want my home to be somewhere safe and free of that. The GP tells me not to stop smoking until my anxiety gets better. But it's been so long.
I just don't know what to do. I can't see a future.