SirDigby, im glad you went to the doctors. I am on citalopram too, and it works for me. Its not a miracle cure, and sometimes i have shit times, but on the whole, it does allow me to be in control of my anxiety and not my anxiety be in control of me. When i first started taking it, i thought it was a miracle, but after a few weeks i felt crap again, i upped my dose, so officially a space cadet.
I hope you feel better.
I have to admit, im not much on self help books, although i shouldnt judge, having never opened one! Im just too rebellious and critical, i would end up reading up their references just to make sure i felt they interpreted stuff properly - like i would know . I was like this with my counselling, i run rings around the woman, i enjoyed the sessions and she was very nice to talk to - maybe thats all i needed someone to let me whinge for an hour, but i don't feel we adressed anything concrete.
One thing that has been bothering me sort of, is that when on ADs i have been wondering, hmmm, have i ever been happy? Of course i have been happy. Ive done lots of things that have made me happy. In fact ive been very lucky really. I have two wonderful children, a lovely DP who loves me despite everything. A great dog I think i have been questioning what it is to be happy if i am honest. Its like i have been sitting waiting for this great happy feeling to descend upon me, and then i will be "better". But thats expecting too much!! I think its just about experiencing everything we do. Does that make sense. Today was great, my DD had a lovely time, i enjoyed watching her play. I seem to be forming a friendship with the two other mums i was out with. I fed a little bird this morning when i went for a naughty coffee and we have a family of blue tits feeding from our bird feeder. I dont feel ecstatic, but i can see that these things have made me FEEL happy today. As cliched as it all might sound, but can it really be about learning to appreciate what makes me happy again?
Ive been so busy feeling like shit, and feeling shit about feeling like shit that ive forgotten to be happy.
Of course im still scared, im terrified actually but i think that is just me. This makes me actually, because i think the depression is a reaction to bad stuff that has happened all at once. But the anxiety has always been with me and ruled my life - i need pyschiatric help for that and im clearly not going to get it from the NHS. Can't see the doctor taking me too seriously if i go to her and say, well you know what, im feeling a tad better, but i think the anxiety is going to be a long term problem please help - i think its a case of if you are on the edge, you get help otherwise, help yourself im waffling.
Maybe thats what we could do with this thread though. Lets look at LITTLE things that make us feel happy, try and appreciate them and not let the black clouds take over.