Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Slipping

I feel it creeping back again.  It hides in the dark corners of my mind and I feel like it is just waiting to spring itself on me.  I am not sleeping well.  I am gaining weight.  I have no interest in leaving my house. Every single day I contemplate calling in sick to work.  A couple of days I have done it. 

This is what relapsing into depression looks like.  I know it.  I have been here enough times to recognize the symptoms.  I am terrified.  I am on medication.  I have been doing pretty well.  Or at least I thought I was doing pretty well.  But looking at my journal entries from the last several months I am seeing that I have not been doing all that great.  I was suffering a lot of the symptoms of depression but my mood was ok so I thought I was in the clear.  Well in the last couple of weeks, my mood has been miserable and I can't seem to just will myself out of it. 

I know I need to see my doctor about adjusting my meds.  It is time to do that again.  I dread it because I fear withdrawal symptoms almost as much as I fear the depression itself.  I have been on so many combinations.  I just don't know what else there is for me to try.  I have been on Cymbalta for almost 10 years.  Maybe its time to give that a switch.  Maybe it's the anti=psychotic he gave me to boost the effects of the Cymbalta.  Maybe I need to get back on the Wellbutrin that I was sure had saved my live when I was hospitalized.  I never should have gone off that.

My boyfriend tries to be understanding but he hates that I just want to sleep all the time.  I don't want to go out on date nights.  I'm too exhausted from not sleeping all night.  I tried Ambien but it did nothing.  My doc has me on another medication that isn't technically for sleep but it helps with sleep.  It helps to a point. But I am still only getting about 5-6 hours a night and that just isn't enough for me.  The worst thing is that when I do have a chance to nap I just lay there unable to sleep even then.  It seems I am constantly fighting a battle with sleep, which used to be one of my favorite old friends. 

I am due back to the doctors in 2 weeks.  I am hoping I can last that long without having a major episode.  I hope that this slide into depression takes its time. I am hoping he can help me.