To some extent. I've been able to reduce the impact a lot by learning to acknowledge the anxiety as a constant rather than always fighting to reduce it. And by doing what I can to reduce the rational aspects of my anxiety that have external fixes. I also suffer from depression. I could live with all of that, actually.
I take Seroquel too. At this point it either does nothing or lets me sleep for maybe an hour and a half, maybe another hour a little later. Given I'm planning to ctb on SN or N, I know I need to stop taking it lest it interact with the meto or the N. But when it works, that's the only couple of hours of relief I feel in any given day.
Yes yes and yes. I work from home and have effectively pissed off more people than I'd like to admit because I've cancelled on them last minute due to anxiety. I've been struggling like this for the past year and a half, but I've been anxious and majorly depressed since 12... I'm 37 now.
I'm sorry. I know it too well. Was there anything that brought it about? And is this the reason you're here?
Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. But you can read about it here:
It must be tough, so many things that were beyond your control. I don't know if that's better or worse than me: I brought this on myself because of years of drug abuse. I had so many opportunities to stop, so many people that gave of themselves to help me. But I didn't stop. And I ended up in a place I never would've imagined. Living with anxiety is like living in a perpetual hell.
Being alive is tough, yes. Especially with all the shit being piled on everyone on a day to day basis. And, I'm truly sorry for what you are going through as well. And, its best not to compare anyone's struggles, we are all on our own journey, and everyone suffers yes, but everyone handles it differently.
Yeah I took Xanax for years and started taking more and more last summer. I was up to 7 or 8mg a day. Went to rehab to get off it and everything is even worse. And yeah, antidepressants are a fucking joke. I've been seeing a shrink since December, literally thousands of dollars and I've only gotten worse. My mom flew cross country to live with me. It was going to be temporary but it's been over 8 months. It drives me crazy I need my mom to take care of me, give me companionship but I wouldn't have gotten this far without her. It's her I feel most horrible about when hopefully I successfully ctb. But honestly on top of everything else, I feel no emotions, just numb, which makes things easier.
Yeah same here my fiance pretty much takes care of me and it's rediculios to live like that I can't do anything without feeling screwed up it sure does make it worse man they got me all messed up
That answers the question I just asked in your other thread. 7 or 8mg is nothing special by my standards, so I remain the King of Xanax-Munchers.
