Cat66,
We need to remember most people who are depressed or suffering MLC do not think they are the problem. Some will be aware they are not themselves but they think the solution is to run away, self medicate with street drugs, affairs, abandonment, and even suicide. I gave all the medications prescribed a week or two and then I would toss them in the trash. The only ones I kept taking was the Wellbutrin because it gave me extreme boost of energy throughout the day. By the time I started taking Wellbutrin I I couldn't sleep for more than 2 hours.
The shambles my life was in haunted me. I hated my life and that included my job, my H, bills, the routine, just every aspect of it. I told myself if I didn't have kids I could go live the life I was meant to have, If I didn't marry the man I did I would have found me the love of my life and I would be happy. I was disappointed in my choice of friends, wished I was born into a different family. Poor me everything and everybody sucked. I also took the clonazepam to help with sleep because I couldn't turn my brain off, it was constantly thinking and processing. I would lay in bed night after night thinking what if this happened? What if I did this? What if he did this? Yadi Yadi ya just a bunch of numb blinding questions for myself. I was so tired everyday and extremely irritable. I would b$tch at who I could(H) then play pretend denjef31 to everybody else. I couldn't share to a soul I got what I wanted and was still miserable. I couldn't tell anyone I trashed H so bad but I loved him and still wanted to be him, and that he was not all those things I painted him to be.
The 6-8 months after my awakening I was going to see a counselor by myself. Talking through it helped me tremendously. her and I decided I would try to deal with my depression without the drugs to see if I could make progress. She helped me realize that depression was real, and yes I truly had been depressed all this time. I have FOO issues I didn't know affect me so bad, my H affair, the death of my grandma, and dad. Just a lot of thingsI didn't deal with, but suppressed until the sh$t was falling out of my closet refusing to be ignored. I started taking each issue head on at rapid fire succession because again, I SENSED I was being left behind by H. Wallowing in my depression was no longer an option. Antidepressants are a good thing if they are able to find the right one's that works with your body chemistry. To me it just worsened my symptoms as I felt nothing at all.