SaosinEngaged
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I could ramble here for a thousand paragraphs about all the events in my life, the good, the bad, the surprising, the mundane. All I really feel like doing is reaching out to you guys who could possibly be in a similar situation and help me out with some thoughts or words of encouragement, because fuck...I really need some right now. 
By all accounts, I really have a good life, minus addiction of course. I had friends in high school, always did well in school (although I still haven't finished college and that is a major source of my depression because I've made the decision to work for my family, more on that in a bit), and now am on the cusp of getting married and recently purchased a house. From the outside, you'd think I have a wonderful life. I want to have a wonderful life. I want to FEEL like I have a wonderful life. But that's where depression just shits on everything positive you have going for you. No matter how good things could be, somehow the shit-tinted glasses over my eyes are on there with duct-tape and I've yet to find a way to pull them off.
I'm about 3/4th of the way through a Psychology degree at a decent University, but haven't taken a class in over a year. I decided to work for my family's business, specifically for my father. While I make decent money, I have a terrible relationship with my father (he takes care of me financially but is an absolute prick) and the job I actually have is incredibly stressful and difficult. It takes everything out of me just to get dressed in the morning. I'll often come home, watch TV, and become even more depressed watching all the successful and intelligent people on the Science channel doing all these things to make the world better, and here I am, incapable of even finishing college, working a shitty job and all around just being a miserable human being.
Cue my drug use. It started benignly enough about three years ago. Oxycodone was/is my muse. Only drug I care about, only drug I use on a regular basis. In the beginning (first year 1/2), I had almost no depression using. I mean, it was just bliss. I had enough willpower to only use once a day and keep my tolerance from rising almost at all for a long time. It was no financial burden on my and I'd just come home from work and get high while playing my favorite video games (WoW, Starcraft, etc) for hours waiting for my fiancee to return home from work. Life was pretty good, actually.
Then I got into a major accident (hit by a drunk driver) who literally blew apart my back. Now I'm prescribed a shit-ton of medications round the clock and more Oxycodone than I ever used on my own. Now I have a full blown addiction and in the past 8 months my tolerance has gone up exponentially. I'm now doing over 180mg/day and I derive no pleasure from the activity any more. I can take double my usual dose and get almost no euphoria, just a slight buzz and mood lift. It's like it lost its effectiveness on me, and for the first time in three years I'm left to deal with my depression without a crutch.
Here's a snapshot: Today (Sunday), I'm off and my fiancee is working all day. I literally laid in bed for six hours watching An Idiot Abroad. Couldn't be motivated to do anything (not even eat), except smoke 3 cigarettes. The very idea of even showering was like torturous. I was so down I couldn't even play video games which has ALWAYS been an effective escape for me. To add to it all, I was in minor W/D because I've run out of medication and have to wait until Tuesday to get my usual RX's.
Come tomorrow, it'll take every ounce of my soul to just get out of bed and go to work. And that's no joke.
My life is much better around my fiancee; she truly makes me happy. But she's extremely hard working and works about 60 hours/week. Also mostly at night. So I rarely get to see her unfortunately and that places an even bigger burden on me.
Honestly, I'm well aware my situation does NOT sound that bad at all. Like I've mentioned, that's the weird thing about depression. It will take people in good/semi good situations and make them feel like they're the most unlucky/miserable person on the planet. I just don't know what to do. THe last thing I want is to get on an anti-depressant, another drug with an even more hellish WD cycle. Yet I feel like with every passing day my depression grows, unrelenting. I get so sad and down sometimes I'll spontaneously cry, for no reason at all. Just sad, pissed off, upset at the world, etc.
And to make it all worse, my favorite crutch has been useless the past couple months. Like I said, I have been getting very little of the old euphoria I used to get from Oxy. It's like my tolerance went up several orders of magnitude. Where 60mg usually (as of a month ago) made me almost nod, 120mg right now will just give me a buzz. It's bizarre. My usage patterns haven't even changed.
I know I've rambled quite a bit more than I intended to here, but in a way it's almost cathartic. I just need any advice at this point really, the most oppressive symptom is the crushing anhedonia, where I can't even turn on my PS3 and get a little escapism. It's getting worse. The only activity I ever feel like doing is laying in bed. Everything else, and I REALLY mean everything else, I have no will to do at all.
EDIT: I should add because I didn't emphasize it enough, my depression has really peaked since that accident. It has changed my life. I am unable to do any phyiscal activity including working out (which is something I've always enjoyed), walking, surfing, even traveling is extremely difficult (driving is a challenge, planes forget it). It is a major contributing factor to this mental mess I'm in, but certainly not the only factor.
By all accounts, I really have a good life, minus addiction of course. I had friends in high school, always did well in school (although I still haven't finished college and that is a major source of my depression because I've made the decision to work for my family, more on that in a bit), and now am on the cusp of getting married and recently purchased a house. From the outside, you'd think I have a wonderful life. I want to have a wonderful life. I want to FEEL like I have a wonderful life. But that's where depression just shits on everything positive you have going for you. No matter how good things could be, somehow the shit-tinted glasses over my eyes are on there with duct-tape and I've yet to find a way to pull them off.
I'm about 3/4th of the way through a Psychology degree at a decent University, but haven't taken a class in over a year. I decided to work for my family's business, specifically for my father. While I make decent money, I have a terrible relationship with my father (he takes care of me financially but is an absolute prick) and the job I actually have is incredibly stressful and difficult. It takes everything out of me just to get dressed in the morning. I'll often come home, watch TV, and become even more depressed watching all the successful and intelligent people on the Science channel doing all these things to make the world better, and here I am, incapable of even finishing college, working a shitty job and all around just being a miserable human being.
Cue my drug use. It started benignly enough about three years ago. Oxycodone was/is my muse. Only drug I care about, only drug I use on a regular basis. In the beginning (first year 1/2), I had almost no depression using. I mean, it was just bliss. I had enough willpower to only use once a day and keep my tolerance from rising almost at all for a long time. It was no financial burden on my and I'd just come home from work and get high while playing my favorite video games (WoW, Starcraft, etc) for hours waiting for my fiancee to return home from work. Life was pretty good, actually.
Then I got into a major accident (hit by a drunk driver) who literally blew apart my back. Now I'm prescribed a shit-ton of medications round the clock and more Oxycodone than I ever used on my own. Now I have a full blown addiction and in the past 8 months my tolerance has gone up exponentially. I'm now doing over 180mg/day and I derive no pleasure from the activity any more. I can take double my usual dose and get almost no euphoria, just a slight buzz and mood lift. It's like it lost its effectiveness on me, and for the first time in three years I'm left to deal with my depression without a crutch.
Here's a snapshot: Today (Sunday), I'm off and my fiancee is working all day. I literally laid in bed for six hours watching An Idiot Abroad. Couldn't be motivated to do anything (not even eat), except smoke 3 cigarettes. The very idea of even showering was like torturous. I was so down I couldn't even play video games which has ALWAYS been an effective escape for me. To add to it all, I was in minor W/D because I've run out of medication and have to wait until Tuesday to get my usual RX's.
Come tomorrow, it'll take every ounce of my soul to just get out of bed and go to work. And that's no joke.
My life is much better around my fiancee; she truly makes me happy. But she's extremely hard working and works about 60 hours/week. Also mostly at night. So I rarely get to see her unfortunately and that places an even bigger burden on me.
Honestly, I'm well aware my situation does NOT sound that bad at all. Like I've mentioned, that's the weird thing about depression. It will take people in good/semi good situations and make them feel like they're the most unlucky/miserable person on the planet. I just don't know what to do. THe last thing I want is to get on an anti-depressant, another drug with an even more hellish WD cycle. Yet I feel like with every passing day my depression grows, unrelenting. I get so sad and down sometimes I'll spontaneously cry, for no reason at all. Just sad, pissed off, upset at the world, etc.
And to make it all worse, my favorite crutch has been useless the past couple months. Like I said, I have been getting very little of the old euphoria I used to get from Oxy. It's like my tolerance went up several orders of magnitude. Where 60mg usually (as of a month ago) made me almost nod, 120mg right now will just give me a buzz. It's bizarre. My usage patterns haven't even changed.
I know I've rambled quite a bit more than I intended to here, but in a way it's almost cathartic. I just need any advice at this point really, the most oppressive symptom is the crushing anhedonia, where I can't even turn on my PS3 and get a little escapism. It's getting worse. The only activity I ever feel like doing is laying in bed. Everything else, and I REALLY mean everything else, I have no will to do at all.
EDIT: I should add because I didn't emphasize it enough, my depression has really peaked since that accident. It has changed my life. I am unable to do any phyiscal activity including working out (which is something I've always enjoyed), walking, surfing, even traveling is extremely difficult (driving is a challenge, planes forget it). It is a major contributing factor to this mental mess I'm in, but certainly not the only factor.
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