Hope you all appreciate the mega-cheesy title.
With encouragement from my mother and the green light from my therapist, I have come off Citalopram completely. I already feel a little bit better. I mean, I'm still teary a lot and sleeping loads, but I have had a few periods were for a couple of hours I've felt more perky. I'm too exhausted to do any more meds again for a while though - my mind, body and social life have taken a battering.
My mum isn't anti-meds, but I think she's relieved that I'm off them. I woke up after a midday sleep yesterday and she was on the phone to her friend talking about me. She was saying how she loved me and how difficult it was because she can't go out and leave me alone or go away and she's so unsure of how to help me. I cried a wee bit as I listened, it's awful to know how much your misery can affect others. It does make me want to recover a little more, gives me some motivation.
Last night I started a diary, with the hope it'll help me sort things out in my mind, and today, despite a teary and frustrated morning I've done some hard work today and not felt too awful.
After my exams finish I'm going to need to have a think about my life, school next year, whether friendships with people I've not seen and people who have not shown the support I have shown them in similar situations can be salvaged. We'll see, I just need time to breathe.
With encouragement from my mother and the green light from my therapist, I have come off Citalopram completely. I already feel a little bit better. I mean, I'm still teary a lot and sleeping loads, but I have had a few periods were for a couple of hours I've felt more perky. I'm too exhausted to do any more meds again for a while though - my mind, body and social life have taken a battering.
My mum isn't anti-meds, but I think she's relieved that I'm off them. I woke up after a midday sleep yesterday and she was on the phone to her friend talking about me. She was saying how she loved me and how difficult it was because she can't go out and leave me alone or go away and she's so unsure of how to help me. I cried a wee bit as I listened, it's awful to know how much your misery can affect others. It does make me want to recover a little more, gives me some motivation.
Last night I started a diary, with the hope it'll help me sort things out in my mind, and today, despite a teary and frustrated morning I've done some hard work today and not felt too awful.
After my exams finish I'm going to need to have a think about my life, school next year, whether friendships with people I've not seen and people who have not shown the support I have shown them in similar situations can be salvaged. We'll see, I just need time to breathe.
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