Posted 7/26/2014 10:10 PM (GMT 0)
I have suffered from depression on and off my whole life; severe pms like NO ONE LIKES ME, I'm no good, you know the drill. But when I put together that this was the same life I had yesterday and it was fine, I realized those thoughts & feelings weren't real. Once I started my period, those feelings vanished. Then when I went thru the change, Prozac got me thru it.
This experience helped me make it thru my darkest moments since all the health problems I have had since 2001, because I know the horrible hole in my heart and negative thoughts I sometimes feel are caused by chemical imbalance, not my actual life. The closest to a nervous breakdown was when I was put on Cymbalta, 2/D. I told the doctor it wasn't helping and he said take 4 a day (2008). I then experienced serotonin overload and thought I would lose my mind. I went to a psychiatrist, and he got me right. I am still on Lexpro 20 mgs, xanax, and stuff to sleep. To this day I tell him he is my "island in the stream".
This Monday I will find out if the 5.3 cm pancreatic pseudo cyst is cancer after an endoscopic biopsy. I have been waiting 2 weeks to hear. I can't focus on anything and just sit and watch tv everyday trying not worry. Without my meds, I would never sleep.
I have a mantra I say to myself; I am Janis, daughter of Dorothy, descendant of Quanah Parker, the last Comanche chief, and his mother Cynthia Parker (kidnapped at age 5 and raised as a Comanche, marrying a chief). I have much to live for (a happily married son and 2 totally precioius grandchildren), and I will never give up. Stumble, cry, feel sorry for myself, but never give up.