Margarita said:
I found when I took ant depression tablets for nearly a year few years back , it does not take the stress away, one day your have to come of them , or your just get dependent on them and won’t know how to cope without them, doctor are good at giving you ant depression, but should also give you counselling along the way ,while your on them , so ask for that also . they give me 6 week of counselling , then you just got to get on with it .
Dear Sylvia, I'm sorry that I have only just come across this thread, and hopefully the issue about depression is all 'water under the bridge' for you by now. However, in case it isn't I'll tell you a bit about what happened to me, in case it is helpful. Or anyway, it might make you laugh a bit.
Like Margarita, I was referred by my GP to a counsellor last year. This counsellor was
extremely helpful and I felt that she was a sort of island that I could cling to over the weeks. Even if I couldn't have an appointment for a week or two, I knew that I could swim through the painful times with the prospect of a definite appointment in the not -too-far-distant-future. However, the downside is that, as Margarita said, the sessions are limited. Also, I threw a bit of a wobbly (privately) when it transpired, during the course of the counselling sessions, that my counsellor had previously been a tabloid journalist.
She was an extremely nice person but I couldn't help wondering if my life story was going to feature in some unsavoury places sometime.
Goodness knows whether the practice counsellors are bound by any formal confidentiality clauses, let's hope so. Quite funny in retrospect because I have been a freelance journalist myself very very briefly so I should have been more accepting!
Anyway,in my case the sessions were limited to eight, and you can't have any more with the practice counsellor. So we spent part of the last session looking at alternatives, one of which included going to some sort of centre and sitting going through a self-help computer programme for people with depression.
This sounded ghastly and pretty depressing in its own right, so I gave that a miss. The other suggestion she made and which we followed through, was to ask for counselling from a social worker-staffed counselling centre. My counsellor made the referral weeks ago but there is such a long waiting list that I still have not heard whether they are willing to take me on. I did have an interview over the phone a few weeks back which reduced me to tears ( " Have you ever tried to kill yourself?" " Yes, but I'd forgotten about it, thanks for reminding me") and I began to think , " Oh help, I can't face going through the hands of less-than-skilled counsellors who will want me to churn out all the stuff that my practice counsellor already knows". So I have written to my GP to ask if I can be re-referred to the practice counsellor, but that was a fortnight ago if not more and the letter has not been acknowledged even though it was hand-delivered.
TP is very helpful, but really we all need human contact, face to face, even if it isn't ideal. I do hope that you have found a way to cope with your depression. I told you what I felt about Prozac, which made me very sleepy but I understand that there ARE other antidepressants which can help carry you through difficult times and as long as the GP is monitoring and you are at ease, then they are not a bad idea necessarily, if they help to get you over stressful times.
I don't know what else to say except that what you are doing to support your husband is so impressive, and I really hope that you have found some equilibrium by now. I keep thinking that the caring journey is like that embroidery stitch; the one that goes forward in a big loop of optimism and then has to go back on itself before starting again. Sorry, can't think of the name, is it herring bone? What I mean is that the good days take us forward, but we know there will be be bad days as well. which set us back. On the bad days, we have to bide our time and try and look after ouselves and be kind to ourselves. The caring is an act of beauty, whatever the setbacks. Be proud.
Love Deborah