I read this yesterday and felt a little overwhelmed just reading your descriptions, which is no help to you is it
, or maybe it would be if you could print out all your descriptions and get your new T to read them before seeing you...to save time so that they can focus on you in the here and now. I often think that - that they could use some of the allotted time focusing on what a person writes, rather than using the personal time up with descriptions, maybe some do? i don't know. I remember someone here a long time ago saying they gave their written stuff to a T who, when the therapy ended unsuccessfully, said he'd thrown it away! This was in the UK. Sheesh.
I wanted to ask - please forgive me if you've talked about this before - if you've been given any type of medication for sleeping, or to slow or stop the mental cycling and dull the overactivation?
I don't blame you for feeling overwhelmed. That is why I live in a pretty constant dissociative state. If reality ever hits, it isn't nice.
No, I am not on meds at present. I believe that there is a case, sometimes, for a combination of meds, therapy and social suppport. But I do not believe on taking meds when the rest is absent, because the danger is that I then settle for what I have, rather than fighting for what I ought to have.
I have some diazepam, which I use for emergencies (such as the dentist yesterday - took 2 because in right state, only to find all is fine.), and I only use about 2 or maybe 3 in a month, so it is very occasional. Every time I see a doctor they try to talk me into taking antidepressants, and I generally agree to try, and then decide, actually, there is no point. I also have St John's Wort, which can take the edge off if I am getting too snappy with d, or something like that. It helps just enough.
I did take an anti-psychotic at one time, when I had a doctor I trusted. It was a tiny dose, and the first time I took it was really marvellous. It was as if someone had switched off a great noise in my head, and turned on a beautiful white light instead. I could still think, but it was so peaceful. However, that only lasted for an hour or two, and then the noise was back. So the doctor said to increase the dose, and I did, but the light never came back. Then he left, and I stopped taking them, because they were not having any effect.
I think it is that noise which tires me out. All that thinking going on, to very little effect.

What tends to happen with me is that the therapeutic effect gradually wears off, and I get left with the same symptoms, plus side effects from the meds. I end up on the highest doses, with nothing working. Which makes me think that the depression is in some way that we do not yet understand a protection, and something that my body is determined to maintain as long as it needs to, whatever chemicals get put into its way. So given that scenario, I prefer to let nature take its course, and know that whatever I have and whatever I feel is me, and nothing else.
I have written poems in the past about what all of this is like, and I have given them to therapists, but in my experience, none of them has read them, or used the information contained within them to achieve anything worthwhile. I generally get them back at the end, but then feel invisible. So I won't bother with that again. We learn as we go along.
