Let me start this by saying that I am not depressed nor suicidal. Not ATM anyway.
A little while ago I wrote a post about awaking from a deep depression. I have no idea whether is was the new drugs, something happened, or it just past. It doesn’t matter, that dark light has been lifted. Now, as I look back att he last 5-6 months of my life I cannot believe the difference. Hours upon hours of therapy. Days, weeks and months just slipped by while I did nothing. I mean nothing. I din’t pay my bills, I didn’t do my work at the office (Just enough to get by) I let my once beautiful landscape turn to hell with weeds and overgrown trees. I was once so proud of my house, the compliments I would get, then, nothing.
I have started to clean up the weeds and the lawn. I have cut back the trees and my once pristine lawn is makinig a come back. It has a long way to go, but so do I. I have paid my bills and made ammends with my creditors. most were very understanding and some were not. Nothing I can do about it, but I am lt least caught up. I always had the funds, I was just to lazy to pay the damn bills. 2 freaking clicks on the phone.
During that time I had nothing on my mind but suicide. I wanted it. I needed to go. It was a constant thought in my mind. “I wish I was dead” repeated over and over. Everyhting I did I imagined as wrong. Everything I said I imagined as wrong. Nothing I did seemed to satisfy, everything felt flat, boring or just plain out like to much work. I spoke with my therapist and many times he wanted to commit me. I refused and begged and pleaded that I would not do anything. Instead of getting better I had to see him more. he would have his secratary call me. The cops came by my office, my house. each time I stayed out of the intitution.
I was given a neew drug. You have probably seen the commercials, Abilify. I’m not certain, but I can almost say that the drug saved my life. After two weeks on it, I felt better. Things were turning and as I said before, I’m not sure if it was the drug or not, but I turned the corner. I ran out of the samples and went to refill the script. 700 freaking dollars for a month. Are you kidding me? I declined the script and I’m sure once the effects wear off I’ll probably take the plunge. (I guess it is the drugs)
How do people survive? Is mental illness thought of as a made up thing? Is someone saying just snap out of supposed to be the answer? I’m very lucky, I have friends that help me. I have an ex that watches over me. I have a good therapist that helps me with the troubled times.
Suicide seems like such an easier choice, but then I would miss my Bailey…