(22m)
All I have done for 8 months is advocate for myself and beg for help. I spent 4 months in treatment. Then moved back to my parents.
In my first 1.5 month of treatment i was diagnosed with bipolar, ptsd, ocd, bpd, substance use disorder and something else i forgot. Put on Latuda, lithium, lamictal, gabapentin, naltrexone, trazadone, and seroquel.
My life is worse.
My brain chemistry is fucked.
They constantly change my meds. Start and stop them and add other things.
My last rehab i was denied therapy, psychiatry and blood work. The place was dangerous and shitty. It’s been so difficult to get adequate mental health treatment and I haven’t found it yet.
I am too tired to get into my whole story but nobody can help me. I’ve worked so hard, my peers looked up to me for my passion in sobriety. But the medication is fucking me up, I have been unable to find a therapist that can help, psychiatrists are confused by my symptoms because they overlap. So they have over medicated me severely.
My care team and family kbow how I feel. I told my parents and support team 2 months ago i was gonna experiment with weed for my symptoms. It was always just wait till the new doctor, till the next session or appointment. Nobody could help but they all had diffrent opinions on my diagnosis. I waited and waited for support until I couldn’t.
So last week I tried weed. And then two days after that. And now 3 days this week. I don’t feel better but idk what to do.
I just wanted help. And im still trying but I’m exhausted. I had a life I loved before treatment, I was a human being. It was getting to a point that I might not have come back from so I sold my apartment, payed off my bills and checked into rehab. Now I have no friends anymore, no hobbies, no happiness and my family is sick of me bc of my mental health issues.
My last rehab when I was getting out I chose to get a job, I enrolled in college, started the gym 6 days a week, voulnteered once a week, went to the library and stuff.
They raised the Latuda one day and then I had a severe reaction due to akathisia. My doctors wouldnt respond. A few days later after my parents almost called the cops and my mom locked herself in her room they took me off completely.
Since then my life has gotten unmanageable. Now for the past week I have smoked weed daily. I am fighting with my mom. I am miserable truly and in pain. More than ever in my life.
I have fought so hard for myself and my brain is so deeply fucked since I put myself in rehab. Weed wasnt my main drug, but I feel guilty for smoking.
I just feel hopeless. I don’t trust psychiatry or therapists anymore. I have been so let down and not for a lack of effort. Choosing to go to rehab has made my life hell, more then crack and alchol ever did.
2 doctors compared me to the Lindsay Clancy case. My mom agreed and shes a therapist of 32 years. I don’t know much about it but that dosent sound good If ur being compared to a murderer.
I am turning 23 next week. I’m losing hope daily. I have not stopped fighting for my well being. I have not stopped. I was an advocate for my peers and myself. Now I have never been this lost in my life.
I have worked hard to stop having a victim mentality but idk what else to feel right now. Because I said I’d smoke weed if I didn’t get good help. For months. And here we are.