What if? What if WE as patients took a different approach to diagnosis and prescription treatments? I have been on quite the roller coaster after being diagnosed with Bipolar II, PTSD, Generalized Anxiety and depression.
Here is a little back-story to my diagnosis…I have always struggled with a dark cloud over my head but life events pushed me into a corner, and for once I didn’t come out swinging. But, what if rather than going to a psychiatrist, and in five minutes being diagnosed and prescribed numerous dangerous medications, I had cried it out, kicked myself in the ass and went on with life?
I can say with certainty that I would not have suffered the last ten days with horrific withdrawals from discontinuing prescriptions that were prescribed in five minutes. For so long, I accepted and resigned myself to the fact that I was mentally ill, and that was my lot in life. I saturated myself with websites and people who had the same diagnosis as we shouldered our way through daily living.
I realized one day, that nothing was changing for anyone. The symptoms and feelings were at best staying the same or getting worse, which also means more medication. I became so lost within myself, I didn’t even recognize myself or have the courage to bring myself back until one day I did.
I researched eating properly, exercising and stopped all medications. Guess what? I can actually think again. I am not manic or depressed. I still feel very ill from my brain not receiving its daily dose of drugs but that gets better every day. (I will survive these brain zaps!)
I am going to start frequently blogging again, and my posts may jump around as I try to process everything that has transpired. AT ALL times I will be honest. If something is not working I will share. If something is working I will share. My greatest hope in sharing my experience is to give other people options besides living in a drug haze.
It is not possible for me to go down from where I have been as I plotted my escape from this world with one wholehearted attempt and hundreds of plots. That my dear readers is called rock bottom. I have two sons and although I almost convinced myself that it would be okay to do that to them, I just couldn’t do it. I knew, however; the threat and risk were within reach so something needed to change. Time was up…