Today was both wonderful and scary. The wonderful part was getting paint for the living room with Shamika and then our sitting down for a yummy dinner in the Mission together. I think that is the first time we have hung out together like that in a very long time.
The wonderful company helped me recover a bit from a very emotional shrink head session. It is a fact that this past year caused me to have a complete and total mental breakdown in the medical sense. The night C "brokeup" with me I began having panic attacks that only got worse. The major depression slowly came on until I hit the lowest of lows when C took me off the insurance a week before my next preop appointments. I was already having a difficult time maintain my sanity but that last bit of utter abandonment and cruelty to some one that I had spent 9 years of my life with was when I really hit the lowest point of the year.
And it is that last betrayal by him that I just cannot get beyond. The lexapro and now added wellbutrin keeps me functional without being a big ball of tears all the time and the ativan are for when a panic attack is coming on which happen only these days when I see the ex. The depression has not eased up and in fact has flared up more as things in my life are still stressful. My ability to cope with my current day life has been severely weakend.
The panic attacks were the one reason why I needed to not see him. But all the drugs in the world are not going to help me get beyond this one issue that is keeping me from regaining some of my mental health. Not to forget the ability to trust people ever again.
But how does one recover from such a blow? I don't know nor does my pdoc know what to do about it. I feel so helpless in this situation. Everyday I shed a tear of sadness for what transpired between us. For being, so utterly abandoned by someone who I've stood by during their bad times. For loosing my best friend, my family, my innocence.
Current Mood:
distressed