I wanted to post and introduce myself. I am 31, married for 13 years and our son Pat is 12. I wasn't formally diagnosed with depression until March of 2009, the events in my life leading up to that date made me feel I needed help.
I knew there wasn't something "right" with me from the time I was about 14. By the time 15 came around I was fighting with my mom, nonstop. My grandma thought that taking me for therapy would help, it didn't. So I went, the therapist blamed all the problems between me and my mom were my grandmas fault. I never went back.
So, when I was 17 I found the love of my life. We were together as much as we could be, with school and by then I was working full time after school. Life was stressful, but we made it. We were married 1 yr and 29 days after we met. Our son came later that year. Through the 13 years of marriage I would be a liar if I said we didn't have problems. We had problem after problem, but we made it. We are happier now than we have ever been. Which takes me to the next section. Medication.
In 2008 my grandma and I were having problems getting along. We lived in her basement apartment and I was her primary care provider. She was able to do some things, but not a lot. So I did what I could for her. Then in April of that year things got worse, we ended up moving out and in with my mom and stepdad. Two weeks later she was in the hospital. She couldn't breathe and her heart was failing. So she was transported 4 hours away to a better hospital, they kept her alive, losing her a couple times along the way, and then the news came. There was nothing else that could be done, her heart was only working at 10%, so the decision was made, to send her home to die. Its where she wanted to be. She spent 1 night at home, with me caring for her, and I couldn't do it. Which broke my heart. But I felt I did something for her, I watched after her that last night in her house. She was transferred to our local Hospice House, and she passed a few days later. Losing her was the worse thing I thought could happen to me. Depression set in, and it did not want to leave. I went to my family dr and she thought she would be able to treat me, she gave me Celexa and Klonopin. I was on those for a while, stopped working about a month after starting it. I got into my dr in March of 09, my meds were changed again, and then changed again.
I started to feel some better, tried to have an enjoyable summer with my mom that year. We didn't quite make it to the end of the summer, and she started getting sick on me. She had Crohns, GERD, Cirrhosis, and ascities. She began having blockages, hernias, and her ascities had to be drained many times. She ended up in a hospital in PA, they were starting her work up for a liver transplant, and ended up going into a nursing home for 30 days for rehab, and then she came home for good. Then it was back to the hospital, she had surgery, did not do good with it, Cirrhosis was worse than they thought, she too was sent home to be under Hospice care, except this time I took care of her. She was home a week before she passed away, but i was there with her until the end.
So I lost two of the very important people in my life within a year and a half of each other. I think I had a break down after my mom passed. I can't handle death, or any type of stress for that matter.
Zoloft 200mg once a day
Ativan 2mg x 3 a day
Ambien 10 mg at night
Lasix 20 mg when needed
Norco 7.5-325mg x 4 a day
Lyrica 75mg x 2 a day
Prevacid 30 mg daily
So on top of my depression/anxiety I also have chronic pain, carpal tunnel syndrome, TMJ, bad knees, 2 bulging discs in my lower back.
Nice to meet you all, I hope I can be of some help.