When medicine works it can be a great blessing. But when it doesn’t, it is frustrating. I had been doing really well on Abilify, but it really messed with my blood sugar levels and after many years on it, I became diabetic. At 30 mg., it took some time to titrate me off of it slowly. Then, I was prescribed Rexulti. Initially, I felt good on it. But, then midway through the first month on it, I began laying in bed a lot because my head felt so heavy. With this came irritability. By the end of the month I had become suicidal and had started researching how to kill myself with different medications. I even impulsively downed 600 mg. of Trazadone one night. Alarmed, I made an appointment with my psychiatrist who recommended I go to a mental hospital till the Rexulti left my system. The day before I went in, she prescribed me Latuda. Each day in the hospital improved my mood and I stopped feeling suicidal. The day after I was discharged though I began to have severe anxiety attacks which lasted all day. I was prescribed Vestaril three times a day. Thankfully, it relieved my anxiety. But, I then became depressed and listless. I realized that the Latuda wasn’t doing anything to stabilize me. Back I went to the psychiatrist and begged to be put on Abilify temporarily for the next month since I had a trip planned to Chicago later in September to attend a friend’s memorial and had agreed to watch another friend’s animals while she went on vacation. I needed to be functioning for all this and knew from past experience that Abilify was great at stabilizing my moods. I am happy to report that it is working and I feel a great improvement in my spirit and no longer lie endlessly in bed but, instead getting a great many things done and making up for so many weeks of lost time. Another thing I realized was that I had been having more bad days and feeling depressed as my dosage of Abilify was being lowered over many months. Now I am on 10mg. of Abilify. But what do I do in October? I can’t stay on Abilify because it makes me diabetic. What drug will I be put on next? Does anyone have any ideas or have had good results with any other mood stabilizers or antipsychotics? I’d really appreciate some feedback.
I have been trying for the past couple of days to try to develop a more positive attitude in the mornings. I still think this is worth the effort and may be helpful to some degree. But, after reading this quote today (from Grace to Survive), I realize that at the same time I must not condemn myself for feeling badly. This is what I was doing. Seeing it as another shortcoming in myself. Seeing it as a sign of weakness. I am not hard on other people; I need to stop being so hard on myself. Compassion is not pity. It is empathy with understanding I think. So, tomorrow morning I will not berate myself. Instead, I will remember that the pain is not my fault and accept it, yet gently invite myself to think upon the good and even wonderful things that life has to offer.
I really needed to hear this post by Annie of Gentle Kindness. Perhaps you do too.
Source: Self Esteem for People with Depression and Anxiety Disorder
I looked at the therapist from the deep woods where I remained hidden. Friend or foe? Only time would show. I was wild since I had learned from experience to distrust man. He remained silent as I considered my next move. Should I show myself or continue to watch him from the shadows? He looked very relaxed as he sat in his chair. His long legs were crossed at the ankles and he looked like we had all the time in the world. He was looking at the carpet while he waited. I studied him and decided that I liked his face, his demeanor too. He looked wise and patient. And, not one given to sudden movements. I slowly came out from behind a tree and stood before him. He raised his eyes slowly till they met mine and he smiled a small gentle smile. I stopped breathing for several moments and then had to look away. I felt too revealed when our eyes met. A bit dizzy, I sat down upon the ground. I tried, but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact again so I just looked at his shoed feet. I felt something stir inside me. A feeling, a new feeling. It had no name. Or none that came readily to my mind. I studied the feeling. I decided that it felt good. And then, a word entered my mind. “Safe”. Yes, that was it. I felt safe. I reached out to touch the ground but instead felt carpet.
Important thoughts that I needed to be reminded of and perhaps you do too. I know I needed to hear that mental illness is not a character flaw.
Click on “View Original Post” to enlarge this chart. It has many helpful suggestions for when one is under mental and emotional duress.