Firstly, I'm still new to this site so please bear with me? I have these thoughts rolling around in my head and I need somewhere to vent them, I also have a tendancy to ramble to if you're not in for the long haul you might want to skip this one!
I had coffee with my mother yesterday.Normally I would have considered it to be a chore, or better yet avoided, but that's not the point. I think I need to explain a bit about me and my family. When we were growing up my sister, well lets just say she was different and when we said anything to mum, she would always reply, she'll snap out of it.Even now when Lynn has one of her episodes its brushed aside. This is why I never really talked to mum when I started having problems. Mum was always so condesending to Lynn.
Anyway, I've been really low for a while now and things finally got so bad that I went back to my GP. I've been 3 or 4 times this year and the result is always the same, Citalopram 40mg/day. I take them and then after a while I realise I hate the way they make me feel and behave and I stop taking them and then this vicious cycle starts again but this time I really want to give it a go I've been taking the tablets consistently now for 6 weeks and so last week when I went to see my GP and he asked if I wanted to go and see the Pdoc, anyway I just fell apart. Its kind of frowned on in my family. I went two years ago for awhile, it wasn't so much the things that were said about me going it was more the fact that it wasn't spoken about. The Pdoc was the one who initially put me on Citalopram 20mg to start with. After about 6 months I was on 40mg/day and I can't even remember how much Serequel. I can't say it was the right thing to do but I gave up.
It was the thought of having to go there again that got me looking for answers here! The relaxed, conversation with my mother yesterday is the result. I think Both she and I finally understand there's probably a bit more to this than we thought.
She admited to me that she had been talking to one of her cousins about depression, something she had previously admitted to having. The outcome being that it turns out my Grandfather was bp. She's been thinking since our chat that Lynn is to and possibly even Amanda. I've just had my cousin on-line and even she's suggesting family links, God, that was hard to, sorry Di if you're reading this but I was feeling really agitated, I can't get these thoughts out my head fast enough and even stoping to have that short conversation wound me up and yet at the same time It's taking forever because my thoughts keep wandering.
After loads of info reading on this site and a few other that have been mentioned I started wondering if I'm even on the right medication?
And now since talking to my mum, am I even bp?
Does everything point to me being bp, from the impulsive move to wales (my cousin admitted to something similar), to spending the £20,000 I got taking out a mortgage on my house to cover the debt I've built up! Then there's the black pit of despair I've been in when I realised what I've done. The not being able to face going to work, the wanting to scream at my boss and actually screaming at my kids. There's a fair bit of turning into superwoman, usually accompanied by a strong feeling of guilt for the way I've been behaving When I'm in 'superwoman mode' things get done but then there's the crashing where I seem to need to sleep all the time.
Has talking to my mum made things worse? or am I being paranoid? I like to think I'm reasonably intelligent nut this has got me all so confused.Of course it could be that I'm totally sane and shouldn't be on any medication.
I've completely lost my train of thought now. If you've just read all that then I'm sorry, I don't know what my point was.