I have perimenstrual dysphoria disorder. essentially this means it’s like I have depression before, during and after my period. Any other time I’m perfectly fine, though.
I’m on four different meds: Strattera for ADHD, Cipramil for Depression, Seroquel as a mood stabiliser and Lamictal for PMDD. The lamictal hasn’t been working however, and I’ve been hurting myself because of it.
Mum took me to my psychiatrist yesterday (we always have a good time when that happens, Rivendell is wonderful), and my Dr Lux told me if Lamictal isn’t working then we had other options, but we would have to change some of my other medication around. That’s complicated but I’m willing to give it a try.
My mum’s entire bloodline is riddled with depression and mental issues; I don’t know much but I do know that both my mum and YiaYia are/were on depression meds.
My dad might not have mental health problems but he grew up tough. His parents got divorced when he was young, they were always fighting and going off at him, they refused to cook for him since he was thirteen and he had to work it out himself, and the biggest thing to note: I’m not sure how long ago, but maybe a few years before my brother and I were born (it was after mum and dad met), my dad’s brother, Uncle Andrew, committed suicide.
My family is religious, and from my understanding neither of my parents grew up with God. I know for sure my mum didn’t have a relationship with Him until she was sixteen (two years older than I am now).
I’ve been wondering for at least three years now: am I weak?
Both my parents went through Hell most of their lives, without anybody to help them.
But there’s me: God, online friends, parents, real life friends, Youth group, support groups, adult professionals, and medication. And I’m still not doing well.
All help possible, and I still can’t make it. Should I just quit Lamictal altogether and try to tough it out without changing anything else?
On top of all this, I don’t know real struggle. I’ve never had to want for anything my whole life: my family is very well off financially, to quote Casting Crowns, I’m the man I’ve ever wanted with all the toys and playing games, my parents are happily together, I’ve suffered no problems outside my own head.
Even now I’m crying. Ha. Gosh I’m pathetic. I tell myself no man can survive on his own, but it doesn’t help. I can’t beat my own head even though I have literally every help possible. The last step is up to me because everyone and everything else has gotten me this far, but despite everything, I’m still not strong enough to make this leap.