I've been with my husband for about 20 years--we just got married about 7-8 years ago (my memory is shot because of the shock treatments). Things were still good for me when we wed, I was still able to work and mostly function normally, but I've had bouts of depression since I was about 12 years old, though I didn't know what it was at the time. The depressive episodes just became longer, and I was becoming more symptomatic--I had been able to hide much of my unhappiness, but it soon became apparent to everyone around me that something was wrong. It affected my friendships--I stopped wanting to go out. It affected my work--I just starting dreading going in for the shifts I used to love, and my co-workers noticed the change in enthusiasm. I started having to take personal time off, finally medical leave, then eventually I just couldn't work anymore at all. I haven't held a job for a little over 3 years now. My poor husband--I couldn't shop anymore, couldn't cook anymore, never wanted to have a night out...but he stuck with me, we've been a couple since I was 18 and ambitious and outgoing and getting ready for college; I can't believe he has stayed with me--sometimes I can't even stand my own company. I am now officially disabled, and that is quite humbling to go from an important occupation that paid well, to practically being an invalid. I know I've disappointed my parents terribly--they were so proud when I graduated and landed this terrific job and got my own place...Eventually, I had to move back in with them--no job, no income. They moved to Florida soon after, and I just know in my heart that they were partially escaping from me. The shock treatments I really have very little memory of--they would put in an IV, sedate me, the anesthesiologist would give me oxygen and keep my airway open while the procedure was actually being done. I would wake up in recovery with amnesia--I don't recall any pain, but the treatments didn't help my depression, either. I have been better over the last 6 months--since I was put on the Addies (along with the other soup of meds I take, like 5 anti-depressants, 2 anti-anxiety meds, and just other normal type meds like for my cholesterol, a muscle relaxer, and some things for my GI problems). When my psychiatrist hit the right dose of Addies for me, and was also able to provide meds that allowed me to sleep, I just found myself getting up early in the morning and cleaning. Now I keep my house spotless, I am able to concentrate enough on the weekends to read books again, and I don't dread quite so much the days I have to leave my house. I do have to be driven, though, and I try to limit my trips to once a month if I can. I'll make a doctor's appt., fill all my scripts, and do my grocery shopping while I wait for my meds. Everything else, I order online. My husband had to take over the bills several years ago--I just got too overwhelmed and procrastinated too often, & I was making a mess out of all of it. The last 2 months, my husband has gotten direct deposit with his paychecks, and every Friday, I pay what we owe that week. I'm not fond of doing it, but he thought "final pay date" was when the bill was actually due--he had us two months behind on electric bill, cable, garbage, water, all of it. I had just started to open up mail and discovered his check was being blown on gambling, giving money to his brother and mother--just blowing it, basically. And he has a good job with a nice paycheck, but not only were we behind on bills, we never had any money although our expenses were half of what he made in a month--he just couldn't explain where the money went. So I reluctantly took over that chore, & have found I'm actually pretty good at it. Got us all caught up on everything except our insurance, and I've made arrangements with them, so we'll get them paid off in a couple of weeks. So now he gets an allowance, I pay the bills, and I save the rest for a rainy day. Couldn't have done that without the Addies and the rest of my concoctions (I do have to take 2mg
X@nax 4 times a day), but the two together seem to balance each other out. So I am doing better than I have in several years. I don't think I'll ever be able to work again, and I'm not sure about being able to drive anymore, but things have improved. But only because of my psychiatrist. He is excellent. Right now, I take 40 mg of Addy first thing in the morning--it didn't work for me to take two divided doses at different times--I would be up all night. But maybe that's what would work for you. But you know these doctor's are careful these days prescribing controlled substances--they are scrutinized diligently. My doctor trusts me after all these years, but the office still runs a CASPAR on me once a year or so. I don't know if a doctor that is unfamiliar with you would go straight to something that strong--and you may not need it (and if you might be bipolar--that's a no-no). There are really good meds out there that are fairly benign, but extremely effective. But it takes quite a bit of trial and error, unfortunately. And then when you start combining meds, you just don't know what the reaction will be...But definitely pursue seeing a psychiatrist--that is their specialty, and if they are good, their passion. I had a shrink before this one that stunk. I quit seeing him & went off all my meds, had a small breakdown, then he wouldn't see me again because my insurance changed when I got married. So I just lucked into this one. He doesn't just prescribe meds, he wants to know how I am, how my relationships are, what problems I'm having--and he listens. And he has really good advice--sometimes I can follow his instructions, sometimes not, but I always know he's trying to help me. For instance, he recommends sunshine, exercise, sex, setting one small goal a day and getting it accomplished, and laying off the TV. He says studies actually show watching TV affects the alpha waves in your brain adversely. And that's what I did for almost 3 years, go to bed with TV on, get up and sit on couch all day with TV on, then go back to bed. So I've actually made a lot of progress. My parents are pleased that I sound better, I am less negative, and I am more affectionate. It used to actually hurt for someone to hug me at one time. I'm still "Boo Radley"--I hardly ever go outside, never see the neighbors, but here I am, communicating extremely personal information with a complete stranger...But I do know how it feels to have people disappointed in you, to not live up to your "potential", to be mentally ill in a society that shuns weakness, so in that way, we ARE connected. Get that psychiatrist referral ASAP, and get in there soon. Wishing you all the best! Leigh Anne