Sorry if this is long. Just need to get it down.
I've struggled with depression since having PND after the birth of my first child 10 years ago. At that time, I had a short stint of counselling and took prozac for 6 months. I felt a bit better, but can't say for sure it was the counselling OR meds. I think I just got over the complete shock of becoming a mum! Although never returned to being completely 'normal' again...
Three years ago I had a few months of feeling very odd - panicked, out of control, a bit manic - followed by a crushing 6 month episode of depression. I was referred to the psychiatric team and diagnosed as bipolar type 2. I had six months of therapy (weekly psychiatrist appointments and CBT), and reached a point of being stable, although still quite low. Over a 12 month prior, I also tried different meds under the care of the psychiatric team. First citalopram and valproate. I still felt quite depressed, then a new psych took me off valproate anyway, as its not usually the 'go to' mood stabiliser for women of child bearing age, and I was prescribed citalopram and quetiepine. Quetiapine was awful - was sleeping 16 hours a day, hallucinating, slurred speech etc - so I ended up on just escitalopram to treat the depression (much more prevalent for me than the hypomania), and was discharged back to my GP and told to contact the psych team if I felt I was going high again.
The escitalopram didn't have any effect on the depression at all, even at a higher dose, so I eventually decided to come off meds altogether (with support of my psych) and start (private) psychotherapy and self-management (sleep hygiene, diet, exercise etc). Unfortunately, I didn't really gel with my psych and after three months, stopped going to see her. Shortly afterwards (summer 2014) I had a massive mixed episode and was hospitalised (although not sectioned).
While in hospital, the consultant psych questioned my bipolar diagnosis and talked about borderline personalty disorder, although didn't give me any diagnosis on discharge. I was under the Home Treatment Team for 10 weeks, and saw a psych weekly. When I was discharged back to my GP, I was told that neither bipolar or personality disorder were appropriate diagnoses ad was essentially given no diagnosis, but told that I was suffering with depression and anxiety and would benefit from psychotherapy, rather than medication.
So..been having weekly private psychotherapy with a new therapist for the last three months and it is going well in so much as I like her, feel comfortable with her and am getting some insight into some of the very deep down, underlying issues I have from childhood. But...the depression and anxiety is still crippling. I haven't worked since my breakdown last summer (the very idea of work makes me feel panicked and ill) and although I am not at my lowest and haven't had any hypomanic episodes, every day is a struggle.
I called the home treatment team psych last week to ask whether I could self refer back to a psych and she said I would have to go through my GP again. So, saw my GP on Monday, who said he would happily refer me again but that he thought I should try a different anti depressant in the mean time. I was given venlafaxine. I took it for 48 hours and felt like I had been poisoned. It was worse than the quetiapine. I had severe nausea, chills, shakes, weak legs, vomiting and hallucinations. I know all anti-d's have side effects and that these may eventually calm down, but I honestly cannot go through even a few weeks of feeling like that. It will set me back so much it would almost not be worth the positive effect they might eventual have - at least thats how I feel.
I feel very stuck and quite frightened about the future. The psych referral may take up to 16 weeks, unless I am suicidal and seek crisis services (don't feel like that, just very bleak and empty and lethargic).
If you have read this far, thank you. I am so confused. No medication has worked for me, no diagnosis seems to fit, yet here I am still struggling quite badly with life. I feel at a loss as to how to help myself, really, but not sure where to turn to for help now.