sleeplesswillow wrote:I don't know whether to agree with you ior be worried for you. But for the most part I agree with you because for years i have been struggling with prolonged bleeding and that isn't being helped. My symptoms include fatigue, pain in legs, back, lower abdomen, infertility, headaches, and depression. I have been to doctor after doctor and with barely any help. I am still having this problem know. When it was getting treated I was happy, loving, I even started looking for work, and exercising on a regular basis. But when treatment stopped I went into a deep depression and was only treated for psychosis, slapped in a mental institution and forced to take Anti- psychotic meds, but until this very day my REAL problem has been ignored. My family even believes that I tend to act like a Zombie, I am no longer hyper and joyful, I don't have any drive like I used to. Because i am on this crap I believe I am crazy and people around me think it too. Well one but hole did tell his child not to play with me because I was crazy- but that was because I was freaken depressed so screw him. And as a result I am trying to fix my REAL problem so I can prove to them your medication that you gave me just added to my anxiety and depression. I think I am crazy because that is how you treat me with your stupid therapy breathing exercises and making me talk about my worse fears in front of strangers, and when I don't I get looked at like I have lips on my forehead. I get dubbed as antisocial. I wouldn't be antisocial if every time I was sad I was thrown into a psych ward- its freaking embarrassing. Every time I walk down the street I wonder if I am going to bump into a nurse that saw me there, or are they going to tell a person that I know I was there. I wish they did house calls instead. By the way I still feal SAd, Depressed, Angry,- the for human feelings doesn't work or cure nothing- it is supposed to just numb these feelings.
If I were raped or abused I should have every right to feel bad, its only natural to feel that way after trauma. Only time can heal wounds.
I feel the same way too. We get well, we do well. We fall down, we just fall down and deal with it. Ain't no getting up. I'm worried about when or if I'll see the people I once associated with they'll ask how I am now. I'm scared and embarrassed to admit to my own family I'm struggling. I have to throw that on my college instructors and the counselor and mentor I have there.