So I'm going to use the facelessness of the internet to unload some of my woes. I have had mood problems for over half my life. I am part of the third generation of mental disorders in my family. And I think I am getting worse.
I have reoccurring images of injurying myself. My moods are capricious - I can be totally buzzed over something simple and then totally devestated over something equally minor. Sometimes I think that the sky is the limit for me - that I am just a gifted person. Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't be let out in public. I get so agitated and anxious that I can't handle any stimulation, it all feels like it is going to push me over the edge. This past fall I was closer to a suicidal verge than I have been since my depression started 18 years ago. But I don't stay in that pit, so I assume I am not depressed (because I can then suddenly be happy). I am left feeling that I am a failure because I cannot manage to control my thoughts/feelings/moods. I exhaust myself, and after years of therapy and incrimental gains followed by sliding all the way back I am beginning to wonder if this is all my life will ever be. I end up completely exhausted by decisions and I make everyone around me suffer as well.
I have started with a new therapist and have a an appt with a new psychiatrist but I don't want to meet her - I have this fear that she will see me as someone who is just weak and too lazy to cope. I find I have a really really hard time trying to tell anyone honestly how I am feeling - sort of this ridiculous balance between thinking they will think I am crazy or thinking they will think I complain too much.
Is this just because I am isolated? Am I just a bad mom? Is there some magic way to stop the bad cycle of thoughts, just stick something in the gears and give my brain a rest?
Thanks for listening.
I have reoccurring images of injurying myself. My moods are capricious - I can be totally buzzed over something simple and then totally devestated over something equally minor. Sometimes I think that the sky is the limit for me - that I am just a gifted person. Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't be let out in public. I get so agitated and anxious that I can't handle any stimulation, it all feels like it is going to push me over the edge. This past fall I was closer to a suicidal verge than I have been since my depression started 18 years ago. But I don't stay in that pit, so I assume I am not depressed (because I can then suddenly be happy). I am left feeling that I am a failure because I cannot manage to control my thoughts/feelings/moods. I exhaust myself, and after years of therapy and incrimental gains followed by sliding all the way back I am beginning to wonder if this is all my life will ever be. I end up completely exhausted by decisions and I make everyone around me suffer as well.
I have started with a new therapist and have a an appt with a new psychiatrist but I don't want to meet her - I have this fear that she will see me as someone who is just weak and too lazy to cope. I find I have a really really hard time trying to tell anyone honestly how I am feeling - sort of this ridiculous balance between thinking they will think I am crazy or thinking they will think I complain too much.
Is this just because I am isolated? Am I just a bad mom? Is there some magic way to stop the bad cycle of thoughts, just stick something in the gears and give my brain a rest?
Thanks for listening.












