Red Moon
Bluelighter
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Warning: TL;DR because I don't know limits. Maybe just read the last two paragraphs if you don't want to read my life story.
I give in, Bluelight. I deleted all my posts in the past because I realized I had almost nothing to add to this community and didn't really feel comfortable enough to have real, open discussions about things. Visiting some of the forums outside of the Recovery section was bad for me, as well, since it made me think "oh, maybe I should try this/that drug..." and I ended up blowing my extremely limited funds on things that have no value to me. I can barely even believe I have a drug problem at all considering how indifferent or hateful I am towards most drugs that everyone else seems to think are gifts from the gods (opiates, stimulants, cannabis, anyone...?)
But I'm back now, because my anxiety has gotten to the point where I can't just distract myself away. I've been to the ER. I've researched anti-anxiety and antidepressant meds so I have an idea of what I personally should refuse should I be prescribed with something I know will cause harm to me with my unique medical situation. But this process has been absurd... It took far too long to get an initial appointment with a therapist. This initial appointment did not offer any therapy, either, it was just to go over all of my history for two incredibly stressful hours even though I spent two incredibly stressful hours filling out the paperwork they mailed me that asked the exact same questions. At the end of that appointment I practically had a panic attack when I discovered that I can't get in to a psychiatrist until the middle of December.
I begged my doctor (very sweet lady that I really want to like, but I really think I need to change because she has never actually paid attention to important facts) for anti-anxiety meds. It didn't have to be benzos like the ER gave me. But she went with that... Gave me half the amount and half the dose of what the ER gave me. 0.5mg of lorazepam never did the trick when I was trying to recover from the ER debacle while also trying to make the meds last as long as possible. To make matters worse, my doctor apparently is expecting me to cut these 0.5mg tablets in half. She wants me to take 0.25mg of lorazepam. 0.5mg pills are NOT scored. You need a pill splitter to take that kind of dose. Because nobody takes that kind of dose. Especially not to kill panic attacks! I know better than to complain about a doctor's judgement so I just took what I got (which amounted to 3 useful doses and an extra 0.5mg tablet that I basically took for kicks and giggles on a particularly sleepless night where neither zolpidem nor zaleplon (combined, fyi; and kids, don't try this at home if you're not experienced with these drugs as I am) were doing the trick.
Now, I have weekly therapy appointments, and I thought maybe this would be good... After I'd gotten calmed down in the ER I was thinking to myself, "I need therapy. I need medication to keep me stable, and I need talk therapy to help me figure out what is wrong with me and to give me real coping mechanisms instead of the nonsense they taught people 15 years ago." I thought maybe I could make the 3 doses of lorazepam and 20mg of etizolam I had purchased with the very last of my money get me through to mid-December. Optimistic on my part. The etizolam didn't last all that long because I'm still experiencing high anxiety every day, and I'd much rather take that and be highly functional than take lorazepam and become a zombie that can only manage to stare at the TV all day.
In my first real appointment, the therapist basically just told me about two methods to cope with anxiety. The first was the kind of form where you try to rationalize your way through it, like, "what's the best/worse/likely consequence" and "will this affect me a week/month/year from now." Same bullshit they taught me 15 years ago which I'd already tried to use even this year just because rationalizing things is such a rational thought that you'd think it would work. But emotions aren't rational. Even if they were, I've had plenty of negative experiences that happened, guess what? 15 years ago! They still bother me today! I cannot even THINK about taking an SSRI without breaking down crying because of what Celexa did to me when I took it as a child. That's just one of many examples, mind you.
The second was Mindfulness. She described this as kind of just focusing on and describing your physical surroundings, and redirecting your mind back to them when it wanders (which she said it absolutely would wander, so it's not like I was stressed about this). She wanted me to practice it for 1-2 minutes twice a day. For the first few days, it did nothing. But yesterday it did something. Did it ever. It brought on a full-blown panic attack. I don't even understand how or why. It came on very fast, and I had to use meds to end it after spending a few hours just trying to cry it out. When I woke up, it kind of came back even though I didn't try Mindfulness again. So there goes another dose. I have meds to kill off one more panic attack and that's rather frightening to me with how unstable I am right now. Going back to the therapist in a few days is going to be really difficult for me. I don't even know what to tell her. This isn't supposed to happen.
Has ANYONE ever heard of Mindfulness causing panic attacks like this? The only thing I can think of for why it could have possibly happened is that it puts me in an intentionally obsessive mindset when I'm already a very obsessive person, so it just takes one slip into a negative thought and I'm gone. I don't know if that's what happened, but it's my best guess. Does anyone have any input on this whatsoever? Suggestions?
I give in, Bluelight. I deleted all my posts in the past because I realized I had almost nothing to add to this community and didn't really feel comfortable enough to have real, open discussions about things. Visiting some of the forums outside of the Recovery section was bad for me, as well, since it made me think "oh, maybe I should try this/that drug..." and I ended up blowing my extremely limited funds on things that have no value to me. I can barely even believe I have a drug problem at all considering how indifferent or hateful I am towards most drugs that everyone else seems to think are gifts from the gods (opiates, stimulants, cannabis, anyone...?)
But I'm back now, because my anxiety has gotten to the point where I can't just distract myself away. I've been to the ER. I've researched anti-anxiety and antidepressant meds so I have an idea of what I personally should refuse should I be prescribed with something I know will cause harm to me with my unique medical situation. But this process has been absurd... It took far too long to get an initial appointment with a therapist. This initial appointment did not offer any therapy, either, it was just to go over all of my history for two incredibly stressful hours even though I spent two incredibly stressful hours filling out the paperwork they mailed me that asked the exact same questions. At the end of that appointment I practically had a panic attack when I discovered that I can't get in to a psychiatrist until the middle of December.
I begged my doctor (very sweet lady that I really want to like, but I really think I need to change because she has never actually paid attention to important facts) for anti-anxiety meds. It didn't have to be benzos like the ER gave me. But she went with that... Gave me half the amount and half the dose of what the ER gave me. 0.5mg of lorazepam never did the trick when I was trying to recover from the ER debacle while also trying to make the meds last as long as possible. To make matters worse, my doctor apparently is expecting me to cut these 0.5mg tablets in half. She wants me to take 0.25mg of lorazepam. 0.5mg pills are NOT scored. You need a pill splitter to take that kind of dose. Because nobody takes that kind of dose. Especially not to kill panic attacks! I know better than to complain about a doctor's judgement so I just took what I got (which amounted to 3 useful doses and an extra 0.5mg tablet that I basically took for kicks and giggles on a particularly sleepless night where neither zolpidem nor zaleplon (combined, fyi; and kids, don't try this at home if you're not experienced with these drugs as I am) were doing the trick.
Now, I have weekly therapy appointments, and I thought maybe this would be good... After I'd gotten calmed down in the ER I was thinking to myself, "I need therapy. I need medication to keep me stable, and I need talk therapy to help me figure out what is wrong with me and to give me real coping mechanisms instead of the nonsense they taught people 15 years ago." I thought maybe I could make the 3 doses of lorazepam and 20mg of etizolam I had purchased with the very last of my money get me through to mid-December. Optimistic on my part. The etizolam didn't last all that long because I'm still experiencing high anxiety every day, and I'd much rather take that and be highly functional than take lorazepam and become a zombie that can only manage to stare at the TV all day.
In my first real appointment, the therapist basically just told me about two methods to cope with anxiety. The first was the kind of form where you try to rationalize your way through it, like, "what's the best/worse/likely consequence" and "will this affect me a week/month/year from now." Same bullshit they taught me 15 years ago which I'd already tried to use even this year just because rationalizing things is such a rational thought that you'd think it would work. But emotions aren't rational. Even if they were, I've had plenty of negative experiences that happened, guess what? 15 years ago! They still bother me today! I cannot even THINK about taking an SSRI without breaking down crying because of what Celexa did to me when I took it as a child. That's just one of many examples, mind you.

The second was Mindfulness. She described this as kind of just focusing on and describing your physical surroundings, and redirecting your mind back to them when it wanders (which she said it absolutely would wander, so it's not like I was stressed about this). She wanted me to practice it for 1-2 minutes twice a day. For the first few days, it did nothing. But yesterday it did something. Did it ever. It brought on a full-blown panic attack. I don't even understand how or why. It came on very fast, and I had to use meds to end it after spending a few hours just trying to cry it out. When I woke up, it kind of came back even though I didn't try Mindfulness again. So there goes another dose. I have meds to kill off one more panic attack and that's rather frightening to me with how unstable I am right now. Going back to the therapist in a few days is going to be really difficult for me. I don't even know what to tell her. This isn't supposed to happen.
Has ANYONE ever heard of Mindfulness causing panic attacks like this? The only thing I can think of for why it could have possibly happened is that it puts me in an intentionally obsessive mindset when I'm already a very obsessive person, so it just takes one slip into a negative thought and I'm gone. I don't know if that's what happened, but it's my best guess. Does anyone have any input on this whatsoever? Suggestions?