This year has been very challenging for me, and it's only February. Last year--December 9th to be exact--something traumatic occurred and changed my life for[probably]ever. I'm not really ready to open up about it to thousands of strangers on the internet, but maybe one day I'll get there. This incident sent me reeling in a way I've never experienced before. I was totally out of control (in the literal sense), hurt, and scared because of the way things unfolded and continued to play out over the following week. I was immediately more depressed, sad, and apathetic than I've ever been before. I would say I was emotionless, because my face didn't change for the entire week, but there were plenty of emotions brewing below the surface. I cried more in two weeks than I have in 10 years, and at times I felt like I ran out of tears so I would silently sob on the floor of the shower until my lungs could calm down. It pains me to admit it, but there were several days I did not want to be alive and began formulating plans to make it so. My anxiety kicked into high gear as I began to catastrophize about the implications this event would have on my future and the rest of my life. I was free-falling into a bottomless black smoke and it was increasingly harder to think about or interact with anything other than the situation I was in. There were only a handful of people I felt I could turn to, and they are honestly the reason I am still alive. I realize this is very vague, intentionally, but the whole story is probably none of your business, especially over the internet... sorry!
The weeks immediately following are still a blur, including Christmas and the handful of days and events leading up to it. On December 16th I started taking an SSRI to help with PTSD and benzodiazepines to help with anxiety. The doctor put me on Lexapro (escitalopram) and Xanax (alprazolam). This was my second time ever being placed on an anti-depressant; the first time was in early college, but to be honest I don't really remember why (I think I was feeling depressed as a side-effect of another medication I was taking at the time, but quickly figured that out). Previously I was placed on Fluoxetine and I just remember hating it. I was nervous to try Lexapro after hearing stories from friends (and Kanye West, tbh) but I figured anything was better than how I was feeling at that moment. I started taking 10MG every night because my doctor warned me it would probably make me drowsy for the first week or two. I don't know if it was the dosage or just my body's response, but I was drowsy for much longer than that. I was drowsy all day long, peaking around 2-3pm, and it became almost impossible to put in a full day's work without stopping to sleep. I felt high or buzzed or in some altered state of mind whenever I was around others and being social. I lost all my energy and enthusiasm for my job and for life. I felt like I couldn't think straight. Mainly, though, I didn't feel my depression lift and if anything, it felt worse. I was even becoming more depressed because I was missing so much work and so many events due to drowsiness.
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After a lot of research, I've realized my numbness/tingling could be a side effect of my medication. I've also decided I do not want to be on Lexapro anymore, since the pros do not come close to outweighing the cons. With consent from my primary doctor I've tapered down from 10MG to 5MG and I already feel much better. I don't really see my depression lessening, but the drowsiness is almost completely gone (which makes it more bearable). The same time I switched my dose was also when I noticed the numbness shift from my leg to my ribs, so that's when I started putting the dots together. I am curious to see if it will stop once I've worked my way off Lexapro completely. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist in early March (that was the soonest I could get in to see anyone!) at which point I plan to discuss whether I'm still a good candidate for an SSRI or if I can be off of it, given everything going on in my life this coming year. While I am disinclined to be on a prescription medication, I can admit that it may be what I need for the next year or two, and hopefully I can be off of it relatively soon after that.
In addition to acupuncture, talk therapy, EMDR and medication, I've also been keeping up with yoga. I've been practicing yoga for 2 years now and it has become a huge relief for me since my two hip surgeries which left me unable to run recreationally. While I started going for the calorie burn and physical benefits, I quickly learned it was more helpful for my mind and for learning breathing techniques. When I am having a panic attack, I know I can breathe my way out of it. I do Bikram yoga, commonly referred to as hot yoga, and it is amazing for stretching out sore muscles and sweating out toxins (be it literal or figurative). I feel pleasantly exhausted and relaxed after class. I've been trying to go 3 times a week but sometimes I physically have no energy (thanks, Lexapro) so I've really only been going twice a week (I hope to increase that!).
So now that I've written a long, seven paragraph blog about all the things going wrong with me, I guess I could explain why I'm writing. 1, I really don't want to forget all of this. Another side-effect of my medication is that I have been having trouble remembering things; I'm not as sharp (mentally) as I normally am. I want to remember what happened and what I did to "fix" it, and if somehow this can help someone going through something similar, that's definitely an added bonus. 2, I want to explain that this is the most progressive and radical self-care I've ever been able to practice, and more people should start taking care of themselves sooner than later. So many people have come out of the woodworks since I've shared about this on social media, but it scares me how many people aren't getting the help that they need. I always thought self-care meant getting a massage or having my nails done while kicking back on the weekend with a nice drink. Basically I thought it meant taking a "cheat day" from real life and its stresses. What I've realized over the past two months is that self-care is so much more than that, and is so, so important. It's about being brutally honest with yourself and taking steps to nurture and take care of your soul. I heard a quote today that self-care is the opposite of the golden rule--don't treat yourself any different (or less) than you would treat someone else. As a person who habitually people-pleases and goes out of my way to serve others, this hit home and made a lot of sense. So often I put my needs last or I minimize the severity of the things going on in my brain because I don't want to make time to work on it. I also worry about money a lot, and have a hard time spending money on mental health. This is so backwards! You can't pour out of an empty cup, and you can't have a sustainable, joyful life if your brain is sick or suffering. Instead of seeing these things as momentary "fixes" for my current situation, I am writing this blog because I want to challenge myself to continue seeking out lasting self-care practices. What good is it to gain the whole world, but lose your soul? Why do I allow myself to treat myself as poorly as I do? I want to practice three things radically this year {and after}: honesty, self-care, and self-love.