skarsgardd
10-20-2013, 06:44 PM
Heyo chums,
I posted a few weeks back in the new members section when I was just starting on Zoloft for my anxiety. My progress with it has been pretty weird...
When I first went to the doc, she said she didnt think I was clinically depressed, but that I was clearly very anxious and that the depressed feelings were more than likely a result of the anxiety. It made perfect sense to me anyway, I can only imagine depression is a big side effect for any of us.
The weird thing is, I'm not so sure anymore. Its still a new medication, I've been on it for nearly 2 months now, but whats happened is weird. My anxiety is... seriously, much much much better, after about 2 weeks of feeling it was a lot worse, it just sort of ebbed away. Like I'd still get worried, but instead of feeling like, THIS PROBLEM IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL ME NOW, I'd sort of just feel like "You know I feel like crap today, maybe I'll play the piano".
But now that I'm not feeling physically anxious, the depression has gotten worse and worse. I've not managed a full week of work in over a month, I've spent up to four days just lying in bed crying and now I'm feeling like ... I don't know if I want to say suicidal because I honestly don't even know if I have it in me, but I spend all my time thinking about it. I fantasise about it, and when I do find myself getting worked up or manic, I think about the possibility and it calms me down. I mean, I guess in some ways its good that I can be calmed because that sort of stops me doing anything rash, but at the same time it scares me that the only thing that makes me feel calm is thinking about killing myself. And like, the suicidey stuff aside, everything is just so tiring and I cant sleep properly, and I don't know if the lack of sleep is driving me insane or if I'm just going insane on my own.
I just honestly have no idea whats happening to me. My emotions are just going haywire, I feel like if something minorly bad happens, my brain sends me into full blown grieving. I don't know if that makes sense, but everything just happens so disproportionately to how I logically think I should be feeling. Things that shouldn't make me shut down for almost a week and not be able to get out of bed, are just sending me into a pit and I honestly don't know how to get out.
It's just really disheartening because I was so hopeful that the Zoloft would help, and yes, it is helping with my anxiety, but I'm just spirally into this... serious grey area that I don't know how to get out of. I didn't even know it was possible to feel so empty and numb, but so sad at the same time. Its like I'm feeling every feeeling in the world in one go, but somehow simultaneously not feeling anything at all.
I don't know, does this sort of thing sound familiar to anyone? I never really thought that depression was the root of my problem, and its just becoming painfully clear to me that there's this massive hound just sleeping in the background, and maybe my anxiety was a way for me not to deal with it. Like, getting physically wound up was my way of not actually dealing with what's really wrong with me.
I don't know whats happening to me guys :(
I posted a few weeks back in the new members section when I was just starting on Zoloft for my anxiety. My progress with it has been pretty weird...
When I first went to the doc, she said she didnt think I was clinically depressed, but that I was clearly very anxious and that the depressed feelings were more than likely a result of the anxiety. It made perfect sense to me anyway, I can only imagine depression is a big side effect for any of us.
The weird thing is, I'm not so sure anymore. Its still a new medication, I've been on it for nearly 2 months now, but whats happened is weird. My anxiety is... seriously, much much much better, after about 2 weeks of feeling it was a lot worse, it just sort of ebbed away. Like I'd still get worried, but instead of feeling like, THIS PROBLEM IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL ME NOW, I'd sort of just feel like "You know I feel like crap today, maybe I'll play the piano".
But now that I'm not feeling physically anxious, the depression has gotten worse and worse. I've not managed a full week of work in over a month, I've spent up to four days just lying in bed crying and now I'm feeling like ... I don't know if I want to say suicidal because I honestly don't even know if I have it in me, but I spend all my time thinking about it. I fantasise about it, and when I do find myself getting worked up or manic, I think about the possibility and it calms me down. I mean, I guess in some ways its good that I can be calmed because that sort of stops me doing anything rash, but at the same time it scares me that the only thing that makes me feel calm is thinking about killing myself. And like, the suicidey stuff aside, everything is just so tiring and I cant sleep properly, and I don't know if the lack of sleep is driving me insane or if I'm just going insane on my own.
I just honestly have no idea whats happening to me. My emotions are just going haywire, I feel like if something minorly bad happens, my brain sends me into full blown grieving. I don't know if that makes sense, but everything just happens so disproportionately to how I logically think I should be feeling. Things that shouldn't make me shut down for almost a week and not be able to get out of bed, are just sending me into a pit and I honestly don't know how to get out.
It's just really disheartening because I was so hopeful that the Zoloft would help, and yes, it is helping with my anxiety, but I'm just spirally into this... serious grey area that I don't know how to get out of. I didn't even know it was possible to feel so empty and numb, but so sad at the same time. Its like I'm feeling every feeeling in the world in one go, but somehow simultaneously not feeling anything at all.
I don't know, does this sort of thing sound familiar to anyone? I never really thought that depression was the root of my problem, and its just becoming painfully clear to me that there's this massive hound just sleeping in the background, and maybe my anxiety was a way for me not to deal with it. Like, getting physically wound up was my way of not actually dealing with what's really wrong with me.
I don't know whats happening to me guys :(