I’m still struggling. Can I ask for more medication?
Hi everybody. I’ve already raised this a couple of months ago with my psychiatrist but they basically told me to just wait for therapy. I’ve been struggling with BPD, depression, anxiety, OCD and CPSTD (crossover symptoms) for about 15 years so I know myself and my problems and my limits, but I only got help earlier this year.
I’ve been on quetiapine 30g XR and 50mg IR. While they feel like they’ve stopped my impulsiveness and sort of balanced me out, they aren’t controlling this particular anxiety at all. It’s a hopeless feeling, triggered occasionally. It’s so intense and usually when I split.
I’m still experiencing significant panic,
Depression ans hopelessness and it’s affecting my ability to function. I understand therapy is important but I’ve been waiting for 8 months, previously waited 1 year before they said I had to reapply, and the time before that they said I wasn’t ’bad’ enough, and have potentially another 6-8 months before I’m off the wait list. No work or income either so I cannot afford to go private. Tried headspace, exercise all of it.
SSRIs I tried in the past made me stuck in mania and numb. So far quetiapine is the closest thing to help, but it’s just not enough. Im really getting exhausted and the S. Ideation becomes more rational every tjme im in this state and I no longer feel fear at the thought, just relief.
Is there any medication anyone else takes? Something I can ask for just until I learn how to cope? I’ve tried walking, excessive sometimes exercise, hobbies etc, but nothing stops the feeling of impending doom and I always spiral back into isolation. I’ve told this to my psychiatrist a couple months ago and they advised breathing techniques. Tried it but it’s like my brain is set on one thing when I’m this overwhelmed. The only thing to stop it is s.h., but I’m trying to quit.
I only bring this up because I just don’t know who else to turn to. I feel so alone and like no matter how much I manage to ‘be better’, I’m overstaying my welcome and just making everything harder on myself by convincing myself I can be a normal person eventually. I think I’m just evil, like something just so much more weong with my brain than a mental illness.
I’m 27. I’m exhausted. My heart just hurts so much, even on a good day. I feel like I’m going through this torment , and I used to think I couldn’t hurt the people I love, but lately I find little reason to hold on, because if not wanting to experience this daily makes me weak and selfish, then maybe I am just weak, and selfish, but why do I have to continue to experience these feelings every day, just to prove I’m not those things? I don’t even know if I am capable of love really, or if I’m just lying to myself to give me excuses to hang around and prove I’m good.