struggled with anorexia for more years than i care to remember, yet oddly never suffered depression until ds was born 4y ago. then bam. pretty much straight away i was in the pit. i was living life in slow motion while everything else was on fast forward. things got so bad that at one point i went to a bridge in my pj's, no slippers in the pouring rain ready to jump.
since then my mood has been v up and down, but tbh mainly down. i have yoyo'd on my ad's. "you can come off them lissie, oops, best get you back on. oops, best up your dosage. you can come off them again. lets try different ones now" i have seen an EDT for 4y and every time i get close to being discharged i stumble again and bam, back to seeing him once a week.
i have lost jobs because of it, had to quit jobs because of it and now it looks like i will have to retake 1st term of uni because i had another tumble last month. dont know what to do anymore. im so fed up of being so useless and shite and fed up of the strain that i have put dh and ds under.