I can't say I've made a "complete recovery", but I've made drastic improvements from who and what I was at the time of my diagnosis. When first released from the hospital, I was on meds and for months saw a therapist. I took my meds until they ran out and never bothered re-filling the prescription. Everybody else said they saw improvements in me, but I felt like I was living under a cloud. I wasn't improving, I was just so damn drugged with anti-depressants and anti-psychotics. I stopped seeing a therapist (or whatever she was) when I moved to a different town. I can't and shouldn't recommend this for anyone or everyone. I just know what works for me.
There have been times that I've wanted to go back to my T, but I don't. There have been times that I want to commit myself to the hospital, or times that I want to kill myself. But I don't try either of those. Being pregnant the last few months has given me new strength and courage than I had before. This time its different than when I was pregnant with my son. This time I'm different. I think its because I'm older, and also my daughters Donor wants to fight me for custody. He set me up to lose the apartment, he's playing dirty games to make me fall flat on my face in hopes of making me look bad. He is no father. He's had nothing to do with this kid other than planting a seed in my garden, probably while I was drunk. He wants to take her just to hurt me. I can't afford to break down. Not for long. I have to stand up and fight, I have to be strong for my daughter and myself. I can break down and cry at the end of the day after I've done all that I can do for the day. In moments of weakness, where I'd crumble and lose it before, I try my best to fight back my tears and try to swallow past the anxiety attack and remind myself that breaking down won't solve anything, it won't do me any good, that spending two weeks in the hospital isn't going to fix my problems, and that I wouldn't be killing just myself but I'd be a murderer too, that I have to do what needs done, it's not just me anymore. I remind myself that I need to be strong. Sometimes the tears and anxiety win, sometimes I embarrass myself by having a breakdown on my social workers voicemail. I realize I'm doing it while I'm leaving the voicemail, so I tend to apologize a lot in the message blaming hormones and stress. She never says anything about it. I think she understands, as she knows much of what I'm going through-and I am pregnant. People tend to be more forgiving when you're a pregnant woman, especially one who's literally been having her world crash down around her.
But that's just it. I have been having the world crash down around me. I lost my home, I'm unemployed, I was getting screwed over by my landlord because of The Donor, because my landlord was screwing me over I lost my assistance, everywhere I turned to for help shot me down, I lost my cat, I'm sinking deeper into debt by the month because I haven't had the money to pay child support for my son (who lives with his dad), I'm 31 years old with a baby due in February and I had to move in with my mother just before Christmas, I have the CAS involved with me because of all the crap that's been going on, I have an ugly court battle ahead of me once my baby is born. There are so many things going against me. Yet I'm managing to stay strong. Yes, it's terrifying to think where I'd be without my mother, it's terrifying to think I can't even keep a cat yet here I am having a baby. But instead of focusing on the negatives in my life, I try to think positive. At least I have a supportive family, The Donor may be a loser but I do have a good man who considers this child his despite the dna...he also took my cat to his moms so I haven't completely lost my Tabby, I've got my assistance back and they might even be paying for me to take an online college course during this time of unemployment (I hope they do! It'd be the perfect time, and when I'm ready to go back to work I might actually qualify for better jobs and be able to support my family-I find out in the new year if they'll approve me)...if all this had been going on a couple of years ago, I wouldn't have been able to stay as strong as I have been or even be able to look at the positive aspects.
As I said, there have been moments of weakness, but over-all I've been staying strong. I'd say I've gotten better. You can too.