Hey, I'm new to this whole thing but I thought I might give it a try and see if it helps any. about two years ago, I moved clear across the country to go to a college I'd never even visited before. I'd had a hard childhood, and I was hoping being away from family would help. Instead, I knew no one and sank into a terrible depression. It was bad enough for one of the Deans of the college to notice and force me into therapy with the ultimatum of "do it or move out of the dorms."
For the past two years, I've been seeing the same psychologist, as well as psychiatrist. I've been on countless meds, and my psychiatrist is pretty hesitant to change prescriptions even when I'm experiencing terrible symptoms because I've been diagnosed with bipolar disorder too. I've been on Welbutrin, Celexa, and Abilify. They all made me terribly sick, and I've probably spent more time off of meds than on them. My psychiatrist took a risk and put me on Cymbalta, just 30 mg to start and that worked well. Then she upped the dose to 60 mg a few days ago, and I'm now so nauseous that I can barely stand up without gagging.
It's gotten to the point where my friends have basically abandoned me, because I'm "a pit of self loathing who thinks the world revolves around [me]". To be clear here, these are good friends who knew me in high school when I had problems, but they insist that my mood has become much worse and that it's hard to just maintain a friendship. I really don't know what to do. Aside from my psychologist, the only person I felt comfortable talking to was my best friend, and now she's fed up and has basically told me I'm a hassle. I've been told that I'm better when I'm on my meds, but I honestly don't know that I can stomach this (literally) much longer. Has anyone else encountered this problem?