Mmm, the closest I have to a symptom of a mental illness would be my continuing to post on these forums.
I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder when I was 18, though I began exhibit symptoms around age 11. I went on meds, only to have them backfire quite dramatically in my early 20's, and as a result was diagnosed with a type of Biopolar disorder that masquerades as depression until you hit it with SSRIs and MAOIs.
3 years and nearly every damned antidepressant, sleeping pill and mood stabilizer in the book later, I said 'fuck it, this is ruining my life' and I cold turkeyed. I immediately became the most functional I had been since before my initial depression diagnosis. The depression and anxiety took time to fade to an occasional occurrence, but the other problems that appeared only once I began medication - hallucinations, acute panic attacks, psychotic breaks, insomnia, hoarding behavior, suicidal thoughts and vomit fests after every meal - stopped cold as soon as I stopped the meds.
I'll never argue that I don't have a severe and lifelong depression and anxiety problem, but I'm not convinced I was bipolar III or whatever it was my psychiatrist believed I was. The treatment was worse than the disease. Even with mental health care being largely a crapshoot, I don't think a treatment that exacerbates the disorder you're trying to treat and piles on a bunch of new disorders you didn't have before is how it's supposed to work.
Anyway, with diligence and hard work, I've stayed off the meds from age 24 till now, but my moods and functionality have been deteriorating since I survived an assault in early '09, and I'm back in a hole I cannot pull myself out with just willpower, lifestyle changes and talk therapy.
So, at a loss toward what else to do, I'm going back to a psychiatrist and crossing my fingers that between my previous history and a hopefully competent doctor, things will be better this time around. My first appointment is this Friday. I'm terrified of repeating my late teens/early twenties over again and not convinced in the least that this is a good idea, but I'm out of ideas.
So, at a loss toward what else to do, I'm going back to a psychiatrist and crossing my fingers that between my previous history and a hopefully competent doctor, things will be better this time around. My first appointment is this Friday. I'm terrified of repeating my late teens/early twenties over again and not convinced in the least that this is a good idea, but I'm out of ideas.
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