depression is taking over

You have got to let your husband and your doctor know how bad you are feeling. Don't be afraid or ashamed to tell them you have to have help!! The sooner the better!!!

Hang on....we're all here for you....sending you a big hug

I am sending you {{Soft & Gentle Hugs}} and also my prayers & thoughts.

Rita

I'm also having other symptoms that I have never heard are related to Fibro and it's scaring me. My mom is talking about us getting a place togaether because I have gotten so bad, and we keep talking about if I die that at least we will have time to arrange for her to have custody of my children. It's hard not to get depressed when we hurt so bad. It's also hard to not get scared sometimes.

I hope and pray that the pain clinic gets you on the right pain medicine tomarrow.

Sending light and love your way ~Gentle Hugs~

All I can say is I think it is normal to be depressed however if the depression takes over it is probably worth your while to consider an antidepressant and/or talk to a good therapist. I have been thru some tough times in my life but nothing compared to my fibro getting worse. I tried so very hard to crawl out of the depression I was in but I couldn't and it made me feel even worse that I couldn't find a way to overcome it.

I can only say for ME that finally breaking down and going on an antidepressant did help me. It doesn't change fibro in any major way but it does help you not fixated on the condition. It helped my mind rest from all the worrying.

I used to think that if someone wanted to they could crawl out of any depression without medication. My attitude about that changed drastically when I was on the other side of the fence.

I didn't want medication because I felt "I have a right to be depressed- who wouldn't be when your life feels over!" - but when your life seems unbearable from the moment you wake up to when you got to bed from either the physcial aspects of fibro or your current emotional state- that isn't living. On top of that the family and friends that did care about me were getting burned out from trying to help but seeing me cry all the time. I know that is why some people pulled away from me- it is hard for people who love you to watch you suffer so much and unfortunately for some- it is too much so they pull away.

I so understand what the both of you are going thru. If this feeling continues or only gets worse please ask for help. I kept hoping it would just go away but after months it just got worse and worse.

There is no shame in needing "special" support at such a difficult time in your life- m

I've always been the good daughter that kept everything in and this got me into so many problems when I became fogged and depressed.

The depression and fog hit as I was trying to get my undergrad away from home. I barely squeaked through with an oh so not wondrous 2.83 GPA. I have to admit that it was pure brains and luck as I wasn’t making it to over half my classes and didn’t really care about anything.

Then I started going for my graduate degree (as a probationary student because of my low GPA), because I was the good girl and didn’t want to disappoint my parents high expectations. But it just got worse. It got so bad that I stopped cleaning up after my pets and my apartment was filthy. This stressed me even more, since I was sure I was dying and my parents would see everything when they came for my things. It also stressed me because I didn’t know who would take care of and love my pets when I died. During this time, I would go for weeks without making it to a single class, even though I lived on campus. Needless to say I flunked out of the program.

During that time my parents confronted me wanting to know why I was doing so poorly and I broke down. I told them everything and they decided I needed help. I had been on a variety of antidepressants, but they didn’t work well enough. It took experimenting with new medicines (ending up with permanent tremors), message therapy, and months on a shrink’s couch, as well as no worries about working or schooling, but eventually I got better.

Next week I’ll be graduating with my Masters of Public Health degree and a very respectable 3.4 GPA.

So it will get better, just make sure that your doctor knows exactly how bad it is. If you don’t have a doctor that really believes what you say, shop around for someone else. If your husband doesn’t seem to care, talk to your parents or a trusted friend. If you have loving and understanding parents or a friend that truly cares, then do what they say. It can be hard making the right decision when you’re that deep, so ask for specific advice (not just “oh you need to get help”) on what you should do from someone you trust. Then follow that advice.

And don’t let the price tag of professional help scare you away. It might cost a lot and even send you into debt, but your life is worth it.

Post edited by: Brandy, at: 05/09/2008 15:14

I just dont give a f about anything anymore!