I never thought I would be back in one of these forums but 6 years later here I am. I am about to start taking a 3 month supply of cipralex because my anxiety/PTSD has gotten the best of me....
History: I dealt with depression all through out highschool. I had friends, was smart and had it all going on (I guess, although at the time I didn't think so). I always felt like I didn't fit in, like I was a black sheep. I grew up in a house with immigrant parents/grandparents and live in a highly immigrant area...the mentality was/still is VERY backwards. I found it very hard to be myself growing up in that environment being told how a young girl should behave. I spent all my time on forums such as this and talking to online friends about my depression. At 18 I moved out to go to university thinking I would finally meet people that think like me and finally get away from all the boundaries my parents set up. University was a great experience...I finally learned to deal with my depression and really enjoyed myself. I became a healther person overall until my last year when I cheated on my long term boyfriend. Why I cheated? I was drunk and very stupid (not an excuse, I know). I went through a horrible time, especially after I told him and eventually a few months later I left him (he still stayed with me!?!?). I felt even MORE horrible because this was the time he blew out his knee and was forced to retire as an athlete...he was very depressed and I was very depressed/guilt took the best of me. This was at the end of 2009.
Then 2010 rolled around and I graduated from university. I thought my life was going to get better, I landed a job immediately, moved back home (I actually missed living at home and had built a relationship with my parents). The night of my convocation ceremony I went for dinner and dancing with some girlfriends to celebrate. A friend of mine was meeting up with this (engaged) guy she had been sleeping with. I didn't condone this and it gave me a really bad feeling...this guy didn't seem good news to me but I figured she can do whatever she pleases. She is a big girl and if this is what she wants to do, I'll be there as her friend (she was my only good friend at the time that I shared everything with, including my history of depression) Well he arrives with 2 other friends...I begin to talk to mingle with them and actually was having a good time. There was a lot that happened that night but long story short...I ended up at the apartment with the 3 guys and they raped me. One guy stood by while the other two went at it.
A few days later I texted my ex boyfriend (that I had previously broken up with at the end of 2009, by now it was June 2010) and sent a message saying, "you were right. I should have listened to you" (He always used to tell me I was way too nice to strangers, which is true.) He called me immediately and we have been together ever since. Ever since this incident I have developed anxiety...I get very bad mood swings...I will cry uncontrollably...I FEEL so much and I don't know how to deal with it. It's been 1.5 years and I have finally just been able to start talking about it. Even my counsellor doesn't know the whole story...
I thought everything was getting better...I was eating right, working out, started a new masters degree recently. I was waiting for christmas 2011 to roll around so I could see a few of my best friends from university because we would all be getting together and having good times again. Christmas 2011 turned out to be so depressing that I don't even want to remember how bad it was for me...I have never felt so alone in my entire life. I guess i need to realize my friends have moved on and our lives have changed. I moved back home and they all went their ways.
Ever since my incident I have had a hard time making new friends. I used to be so chatty and wonderful to be around and now I am always looking out to see who's out to take advantage of me next. I feel like my friend stabbed me in the back as well...she was sleeping with this horrible guy (who was cheating on his fiance). I recently spoke to her for the first time since it happened and it's so weird talking to her. I don't even know who she is anymore.
My boyfriend is wonderful but I am feeling so guilty. I thought I had forgiven myself but I can't. He deals with my stupid angry outburts and I hate that he has to deal with me. I know we love each other very much but sometimes I feel like I should just leave him, for his own good. I am not good for him. He shouldn't have to deal with me.
I took a 2 week trial of cipralex in Jan 2012 and it did WONDERS for me. I was so easy going...my moods were so calm. The only downside was I was not able to orgasm and I can't feel any emotions...I just felt numb. It almost made me unproductive in a way because I like to have a little stress to get me going. After talking to my doc I got a 3 month prescription but didn't fill it because I wasn't sure if I wanted to feel like a zombie all the time. But in the one week of being off of it I have been having crazy crazy mood swings at all times of the day.
I am telling myself it is OK to get extra help (ie the medication). It is only temporary. I want to get better. I want to be my old self again...I want to be approachable, happy and friendly again. I want to feel confident in myself...that i am smart and I am capable of achieving my dreams. I want my boyfriend to enjoy being around me and to not have to worry he's with a pyscho.
I feel like when I try to take control of my life everything just falls apart...I know I am a bit obsessive and a control freak but I can't stop that part of me. When I am on cipralex...I am way more relaxed and don't care about all the little details. I want to learn to be like that without medication.
Sorry for the long post. I really needed to get this out somewhere. I am not comfortable telling anyone this stuff about my life.