Wednesday, 3 July 2013
All over the place
I had a great meeting with my new psychiatrist, his explanations just make soo much sense. So after two brief appointments I felt over the moon when he suggested coming off 2 of my medications.
In my mind, I'm doing fine, let's get off the meds - was just what I wanted to hear.
I've been feeling broody. I've heard my biological clock ticking. But I wouldn't risk getting pregnant on my meds, I would really like not to have to worry about what harm medications could do, and even better would like not to worry about my mood. Anyways the quicker I'm off my meds, the quicker we can try for a baby. That was my thinking. So yes, I was ready to come off.
Off I skipped, chuffed with myself. This guy had seen progress & he felt I was ready to stop popping a few pills each day.
5 days later .......
I'm a wreck, I'm shaking inside, my stomach is doing flips, my mind is racing, I haven't slept & my to do list at work seems like it's written on a never ending scroll.
What happened to the girl who was ready for this? Where is the Mrs Brown that the psychiatrist was so pleased with? The one whose symptoms had improved?
The answer, I have no idea. But she has definitely gone. Instead I am left with the Mrs Brown who is struggling, the one who is unsure of herself, questioning everything, including this bloody decision to come off my meds.
Did I come off to quickly? Maybe, anyways I can't afford to take steps back. I can't afford to be off work.
So I am back on. I'm taking the little pill that seems to be making a massive difference.
At least it gave me something to write about, eh? It certainly wasn't another week of feeling nothing. I had plenty of feelings, just not the strong, confident, fine ones I had hoped for.
Sorry for the rambleyness of this post but as the title says my mind is all over the place.
Love Mrs Brown xx