I've been focusing so much on my oh that i forget that i actually have an addiction of my own. I'll go back to start or somewhere there... when still a baby my parents divorced, i never knew my dad, he didn't visit much and then we moved countries when i was 9, and i wrote to him but never got anything back. Went back there for a holiday when i was 19, met up with him and he stood me up on the second time, so only got to see him for an hr or so. I'd love to know what he thought of me, but i'll never know as he's died last yr. My mum married and to a great guy who abused me, (i was 10) when she found out she blamed me, took me away but then not too long after they patched things up and were back together. Needless to say i felt like shit and didn't want to be around him but had to. I always got evil looks from her. She kept telling me to watch it, etc. It was hell. Don't think she cared too much, she'd leave me with him alone at times. Anyway, marriage didn't last too much longer and she blamed me for ruining it. I was about 12-13. She then got heavy on gambling leaving me to care for my much younger 2 brothers. Things i got were usually second hand, she never spent much on me, or my brothers.
I remember i spent a lot of time at home in my room, with high school it was easier to stay in there as id have enough homework to keep me in there and away from her giving me house jobs, and i had a lot of them. I guess looking back, i was depressed, but i never let myself get too low. I did hit some lows, but i'd pick myself up again. Did think about suicide but never did anything about it. I had a circle of friends, they were the goodies, who didn't do anything like go out and party, we were i guess u'd call a boring group. But it suited me, plus i didn't go out much. I prefered to stay in my room.
When i was maybe 13-14, mum finally let me get a pup, and that dog was my life for over a yr and i had to give him up, he was big, i wasn't allowed to let him inside, he had a small area in the back of the yard, it all sucked and our 2-3walks a day just didn't cut it for me, i wanted to have him around for longer. Anyway, he was taken. When i was 16 i was given a chihuahua pup from mums friends and he was my baby, my life, always with me, slept in my bed. Was the best, not long after i moved out of home.... long story but when he was 8 he was picked up by the pound and put down before i was able to find him. It killed me and still does and to a huge extent, i don't let anyone get too close, including my kids, which sucks i know... i can't deal with pain, so i've shut it all out.
It was only after i was married that i found out from a shrink that i wasn't to blame for all the shit mum blamed me for and i was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I was put on zoloft. I got off when pregnant and then after a house robbery i had to go back on it. I've been up and down on it for yrs and about 2-3yrs back i tried to get off as i don't want to be depended on anything but after about 3wks i started to get angry, small things would annoy me. It was bad, i got to a point where i was ready to kill someone and dr told me i had to go back on it and that it would be part of the rest of my life. Not what i want, though i do need it. I was on a small dose of 50mg but went to 100mg few mths back after being pregnant and my oh were just getting too much. I know i should be on higher but i don't want to.
At times i have thought about starting up drinking, i'm 35 and only ever been drunk a small number of times, i'd say in single digits. I probably would if it wasn't so costly. I have 3 kids and my dogs which keeps me busy and keeps me going. Many times i wouldn't get out of bed if it wasn't for them.
I do wonder what others would have done in my situation. My youngest brother didn't have it as bad as me and he turned to drugs. I just think life is too short to waste. This is y i can't understand my oh, he just works and is always broke and has nothing.
What makes me be like this? Insane?? Nuts?
I do wonder if there's more that hasn't been diagnosed in me. With having a baby now dr's are more intrested in me and i'll be seeing a counsellor next wk. I guess i'll be told zoloft will be part of me for life. I've read few years back that some are stuck too. Is it possible to get off it? Anyone on it?
Just wanted to share and see what others think...
I remember i spent a lot of time at home in my room, with high school it was easier to stay in there as id have enough homework to keep me in there and away from her giving me house jobs, and i had a lot of them. I guess looking back, i was depressed, but i never let myself get too low. I did hit some lows, but i'd pick myself up again. Did think about suicide but never did anything about it. I had a circle of friends, they were the goodies, who didn't do anything like go out and party, we were i guess u'd call a boring group. But it suited me, plus i didn't go out much. I prefered to stay in my room.
When i was maybe 13-14, mum finally let me get a pup, and that dog was my life for over a yr and i had to give him up, he was big, i wasn't allowed to let him inside, he had a small area in the back of the yard, it all sucked and our 2-3walks a day just didn't cut it for me, i wanted to have him around for longer. Anyway, he was taken. When i was 16 i was given a chihuahua pup from mums friends and he was my baby, my life, always with me, slept in my bed. Was the best, not long after i moved out of home.... long story but when he was 8 he was picked up by the pound and put down before i was able to find him. It killed me and still does and to a huge extent, i don't let anyone get too close, including my kids, which sucks i know... i can't deal with pain, so i've shut it all out.
It was only after i was married that i found out from a shrink that i wasn't to blame for all the shit mum blamed me for and i was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I was put on zoloft. I got off when pregnant and then after a house robbery i had to go back on it. I've been up and down on it for yrs and about 2-3yrs back i tried to get off as i don't want to be depended on anything but after about 3wks i started to get angry, small things would annoy me. It was bad, i got to a point where i was ready to kill someone and dr told me i had to go back on it and that it would be part of the rest of my life. Not what i want, though i do need it. I was on a small dose of 50mg but went to 100mg few mths back after being pregnant and my oh were just getting too much. I know i should be on higher but i don't want to.
At times i have thought about starting up drinking, i'm 35 and only ever been drunk a small number of times, i'd say in single digits. I probably would if it wasn't so costly. I have 3 kids and my dogs which keeps me busy and keeps me going. Many times i wouldn't get out of bed if it wasn't for them.
I do wonder what others would have done in my situation. My youngest brother didn't have it as bad as me and he turned to drugs. I just think life is too short to waste. This is y i can't understand my oh, he just works and is always broke and has nothing.
What makes me be like this? Insane?? Nuts?
I do wonder if there's more that hasn't been diagnosed in me. With having a baby now dr's are more intrested in me and i'll be seeing a counsellor next wk. I guess i'll be told zoloft will be part of me for life. I've read few years back that some are stuck too. Is it possible to get off it? Anyone on it?
Just wanted to share and see what others think...

