Hi all. I’m new to this amazing website. I live in Australia and actually met you, Helen, many years ago and you even stayed at my house with my cousin
Anyway I was diagnosed with depression 12 years ago. Previously I was always soooo upbeat, hyper even. Nothing really got me down or was insurmountable. 1yr after my son was born I had left an abusive partner and moved to a small town..in effect isolating myself masked by ‘a new beginning’. One morning I woke up and couldn’t stop crying..all day…all night. I went to the local doctor only to be plunked on drugs..BOOM! Well they worked but now I’m stuck on them as they have adjusted my chemical balance, and the 2 times I have tried to come off them…well….it’s ugly (not to mention hell for my now 13yr old son and wonderful partner (still Andy Helen!). Hindsight is 20/20 but I think if I had only returned to Sydney, to friends and family, the drugs may not have been necessary (cipramil, then effexor/xr, now mirtazon). I felt it was easier for the doctor to pick up a prescription pad than really THINK, or open the phone book to suggest a councellor.
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