Have just stumbled across this thread and thought here is as good a place as any to get some thoughts and feelings down.
I'm not sure I've been mentally well for a very long time, but I think it's become my norm if that makes sense?
As a teenager i struggled to cope with a string of bereavements and shortly after I think I had a breakdown. My relationship with my parents wasn't good, my mother just ignored the obvious signs tha I was breaking down and it went untreated. I can remember spending most of every day laying on the floor in my room racked with sobs. I can also vaguely remember being picked up by the police, wandering down the middle of a busy A road. I told the police I was looking for my Nana, she had died 3 months previously.
Shortly after this I fell pregnant, was living with DP, cracked again and fled into a refuge, reported him for all sorts of things which at the time I believed to be real. I now know that they were in my head.
At the moment (4 years on from that first breakdown) I still don't think I'm ok. Anxiety, a constant underlying low feeling, and over the past week I'm back to suddenly finding myself in a heap on the floor sobbing and barely able to breathe. It feels like a physical lump of melancholy right there in my chest. It always passes, I feel better, can laugh again etc. but it soon comes back.
I'm not leaving the house very often. And I've had several weird episodes where I've been stuck in a weird place where it's like I'm having a nightmare but I'm awake? I was in the car the other week and I couldn't focus on the roads we were driving down, the kids in the back, DP etc. all I could see was this dreamlike thing of getting a phone call to say that my mother had collapsed, running into the hospital all slow motion like and her lying there, dead. It was on a loop and I couldn't breathe or speak or cry. So so vivid. Does anyone know what this is?
I haven't been to the doctors. I know I probably should but tbh I'm used to this, it feels familiar. I also have highs, and I worry that any meds would "even me out" too much and I'd lose those highs. I have strategies I use to cope with everything and I can cope with it. I know something isn't right though, I'm just not sure it's "just depression", which scares me.
I'm sorry if I shouldn't have posted this here. Feels better to get it out though, not the kind of thing I can admit to anyone else.