Hello, can I join you all.
I have only ever suffered with anxiety twice in my life. 15 years ago when I had DD and ended up with PND. It mainly manifested as acute anxiety, feelings of doom and dread, underlying panic and total inability to cope with 'anything' let alone a newborn. But with the help of very supportive in-laws and lovely DH (and ADs) I made a full recovery. I was perfectly well for the next 10 years.
Then 5 years ago life started to get super stressful. Lots of nasty, draining life events. Caring for frail inlaws. Serious money worries thanks to a lengthy court case. At one point it looked like we were going to lose our lovely home. Then DH went and injured himself playing sport, and was invalided for months so I had to do everything. And there were so many very dark, depressing days and weekends spent worrying about money, worrying about in-laws, worrying about losing our home.
But I was keeping my head above water and dealing with it. Then 2 years ago, out of the blue, the Anxiety Demon strolled back into my life. It was just horrible. I was right back in the same dark place I had been in when I had PND, except no baby to take care of this time. Irrational anxiety, feelings of dread, underlying panic all the time and couldn't cope with anything at all. Then I started getting random insomnia which was horrible.
At the same time my periods started to disappear. Still regular but barely there anymore. So I guessed my hormones might be to blame again, just like when I had PND years ago. Also I could regularly get several days in a row, or even two whole weeks, when the anxiety and depression would virtually disappear, but it always came back. So another reason to think it was hormonally related.
I saw my GP and then went to a menopause clinic. Tried HRT which didn't help. Then tried the BCP. Didn't really help either.
This week I finally caved in and started Mirtrazapine. I hate, hate, hate taking ADs but I was just desperate to feel better (felt so low and anxious last weekend that it scared me and poor DH, could barely speak or even get dressed).
It's very early days yet, but it seems to be helping already. My mood has lightened and anxiety only in the background. But it feels a very, very fragile state of mind. I am terrified of feeling as dreadful again as I did last weekend and terrified this anxiety and depression is going to be ongoing for years and years until I am post menopause (I am only 45 still). It has already stolen 2 years of my life, I don't want it to steal anymore.
Looking forward to giving and getting some support and advice on here.