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April 12, 2020 at 5:01 pm #349068AnonymousGuest
Dear Stepan Pavlas:
Escitalopram is a very known SSRI Antidepressant, its brand name in the US is Lexapro. Like other SSRI antidepressants, they are prescribed to be taken daily, either in the morning or in the evening. It does take time to start working, and millions of people feel that SSRI’s are working for them. These are prescribed short term or long term. Benzodiazepines are often prescribed to take as needed, with a limit of how much you can take per day. These are responsibly prescribed for the short term only. (I took both for about 17 years, and got off these in 2013).
“I didn’t realize that they love me”, you wrote regarding your parents. They must have not expressed to you that they love you, and this is why you didn’t realize that they loved you, didn’t listen to you attentively, didn’t pay attention to you.
It is highly unlikely that a child will not notice that he is loved. It is likely that your parents, like many other parents all over the world, are often busy, otherwise occupied, focused elsewhere, distracted, paying attention to other people, other issues, but not to their children.
“I am glad how they raised me, so whatever they did, I am not complaining”- you are a loyal son, and you love your parents. What I am trying to say to you is that you have to connect your anxiety and depression to your early life experience, and see what it really was like for you. Otherwise, you will not see the roots of your anxiety and depression.
With understanding of these roots, learning skills (ex., emotional regulation skills) and with developing and practicing healthy habits, you will be able to heal.
anita
May 4, 2020 at 12:12 pm #353090Štěpán PavlasParticipantHello once again.
I … am … back.
And damn! What a change!
So, I do not know where to start. But! Things have moved a lot.
The confused love has ended. Confusion resulted in a mistake. I have done a horrible thing, and at that moment it all changed. I found out, that I have been doing this to myself for so long, that I have lost control over it. … And what have I done to myself? Well, I felt sorry for myself, but not for the eyes of others, but mainly for myself. Because the weight of life probably began to fall on me long before, and I was probably afraid (or I didn’t know how) to carry the burden of life. It’s not certain, that this is the main reason. But I know that it played a big role, and I felt horrible for doing so.
But! A few days later, I told myself that blaming and shaming myself won’t help. So, (and thank god for that) I started to sooth my mind, because that felt like the right thing to do. I started a routine of stretch and positive self-talk for an hour in the morning. And oh my … it helps a lot. Today I went to the psychiatrist for a new dose of medication. I am not sure if the improvement is due to the medication, or something else. But I do not care! The main thing is that I am starting to feel a lot better. Well not ”better”, but it is a lot easier to have (or to work forward to) a positive mindset than it has been in the past.
I am still tired. And it makes me laugh, how exhausting it is to feel happy. It sounds ridiculous. But right now happiness means a lot to me, so I am really grateful for every bit of laughter I can feel.
I am on a good track. This is the point, where it can go back downhill, or up. This is the breaking point.
In a weird way, I am grateful for this COVID-19 pandemic, because it gave me a lot of space and time to work on my mental health.
I hope you are doing great, and If not, I wish you the best!
Hope to see you next time! See ya. Bye!
May 4, 2020 at 2:34 pm #353132AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Pavlas:
“Confusion resulted in a mistake. I have done a horrible thing”- I don’t understand: what mistake and what horrible thing?
Good thing you “started a routine of stretch and positive self-talk for an hour in the morning”, and that it helps a lot.
“it can go back downhill, or up”- you felt depressed before, most recently you feel happy. Your emotions will continue to go up and down- that’s the nature of emotions. Progress is to not go to extremes, not extremely Up, not extremely Down.
Thank you for your good wishes for me, and good to read from you and looking forward to the next time you post!
anita
July 22, 2020 at 4:36 am #362360Štěpán PavlasParticipantHi Anita,
check out my other topic. I have updated it. 🙂
Also sorry for not answering. I really just wanted to have a break from solving my problems. I am way better now.
July 22, 2020 at 6:09 am #362362AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Pavlas:
Welcome back to your thread. Last time you posted was May 4, two months and 18 days ago. Let’s see what you wrote on your other thread today: “this was me: No purpose, no dreams, no desires. Just emptiness and depression. No purpose? Not anymore.. Everything we are doing we do for a good feeling. To feel good. And that is my purpose. No dreams? Well, unfortunately still the same. No desires? .. I long to not have depression, I long to be happy.. I long to find myself.. Know thyself. Just emptiness? Certainly not now! Just depression? Depression is gone.. Maybe it isn’t 100% gone but I can surely say that I feel ten times better. The medication worked, but what helped me a lot was cognitive psychology. And also the support from my friends and family, my trainer, school teachers, total strangers on the internet and the list of kind hearts goes on”.
I appreciate your update, Stepan Pavlas, good to read from you. And it is good to read that you are feeling ten times better. Post again anytime for the purposes of (1)”a good feeling. To feel good”, and (2)”to find myself.. Know thyself”.
anita
March 12, 2022 at 9:46 am #394933Štěpán PavlasParticipantToday is 12.3.2022
I am still here.
I am once again interested in sharing a piece of my experience.
Things have been quite interesting the last few months. A new medication pill and a new therapist session.
Progress has been made, in understanding how do I function. The biggest concern is that instead of being depressed all the time, there are sudden strikes of suicidal thoughts.
An existential crisis one could say. Looking for meaning, questioning the existence of oneselve.
Part of the reason I am not feeling super well, is that the 18th bdays are coming soon.
I do wonder what else should I mention.
March 12, 2022 at 11:39 am #394934AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Pavlas:
In April 2020, you shared that you visited a psychologist but talk therapy didn’t make you feel better, so next, you visited a psychiatrist who prescribed you with an SSRI anti-depressant (Escitalopram) to take every day, and a benzodiazepine (an anti-anxiety medication) to take “only if I am feeling horrible (like suicidal)“.
In May 2020, you shared that you were “starting to feel a lot better“, or that “it is a lot easier to have (or to work toward) a positive mindset than it has been in the past“. You wrote that you were not sure if the improvement was due to the medications that you started taking the month before, or that it was due to you telling yourself that “blaming and shaming myself won’t help“, soothing your mind and starting “a routine of stretch and positive self-talk for an hour in the morning“.
In July 2020, you shared: “Depression is gone… Maybe it isn’t 100% gone but I can surely say that I feel ten times better. The medication worked, but what helped me a lot was cognitive psychology. And also, the support from my friends and family“.
Today, March 12, 2022, you shared that you will soon be 18, that in the last few months, you’ve been taking a “new medication pill” and you had “a new therapist session“, progress has been made in your understanding of how you function. But the “biggest concern is that instead of being depressed all the time, there are sudden strikes of suicidal thoughts“.
You closed your update post with: “I do wonder what else should I mention“-
First, welcome back to your thread! In regard to what you should mention, I am interested in you sharing the following:
1) What is the new medication you are taking, and what are all the medications that you currently take every day?
2) What is the situation with your liver, one that you mentioned earlier, were you ever diagnosed with a liver disease?
3) How tired and exhausted are you every day and what is your daily schedule (still attending school… 12th grade?)
4) What did you recently learn in regard to how you function, and did you learn it in the cognitive therapy that you mentioned?
5) Can you put into words two examples of the “sudden strikes of suicidal thoughts“?
anita
March 13, 2022 at 4:50 am #394962Štěpán PavlasParticipantFirst of all – wOw! I am amazed by how you keep track of topics that are years old. You probably know my past better than myself, because my memory of past years is kinda foggy. I believe that this community is your passion because I saw that you reply to almost all topics/forums every day, as you had been doing since I came here. And by that, I would really like you to know, that you are making a difference. You probably already know that. But! You are person one of a kind. And I truly mean that.
- The new and the everyday medications
- The new pill that I am taking is called TRITTICO (/Trazadone) – a third-generation antidepressant from the SARI (Seratonin antagonist and reuptake inhibitor) group. I am taking just a third of the pill because I started with it circa a month ago. So far I am not aware of any side effects.
- I am still taking the SSRI – ESCITIL (/Escitalopram). One pill every morning + a vitamin B, and sometimes D (because of winters cloudy days, and my absence of going out).
- Never have I taken the benzodiazepine.
- Liver situation
- Once I ended my athletic path, everything about my physical health magically improved. No back pains, no liver problems, no injuries, no stiff shoulders, no cramps. After that, I took up aikido, which followed my athletics abilities, but in a much less energy-depriving manner. I had quit five months ago. After my birthday, I have a plan of going to the gym. But that depends on my ability to survive the days.
- Daily schedule
- Yes, I am still attending school. I will graduate the next school year (2022/23).
- I wake up at 6 o’clock, sometimes tired, sometimes hopeless, sometimes energized, or in autopilot mode.I prepare for school – breakfast, hygiene, dress up, pet the pets, rub them on the belly, give them food, and hooray to school.
- We have a timetable of subjects, so sometimes we have so-called zero hours, which are before the first hours, and sometimes we have afternoon classes in a form of seminars.
- Typically without the seminars, we end at 14:15, have lunch, and go home. I take public transport. Sometimes reading is the thing I do in the meantime, or just looking from a window, staring at strangers, having my thoughts or imagination go wild.
- After I arrive home, I find myself watching YouTube a lot. If not, I do my homework or spend time doing some research. Sometimes I play with pets for a while or join the typical family debate. But that’s about it. Rarely do I chat online with someone, but if so, we spend hours doing just that. [Talking about serious topics like health, faith, problems, meaning, people, world, nature, history, biology, universe, philosophy (we can discuss the correct spelling), et cetera…]About a year ago, I stopped playing video games. Part of it was a decline of interest in such activities, neither did I find it beneficial nor “wise-time-spent-ful”.Here and there do household chores.
- Tiredness and exhaustion. One of the big topics. The thing is, that I can feel energized, exhausted, or both at the same time. This motivation or drive follows the current mood, maybe even vice versa. They are probably bound to each other. It is not so about the energy, because I can do everything from waking up to lifting weights, but more about the lack of motivation to do any activity.
- I can function without a problem, but I find myself without meaning to do anything. But then, you have to do something, so I move on. Because you have to. You can’t just sit and stare blank (well, yes, but that won’t solve anything). Maybe you can imagine me as a machine that instead of slowing down, keeps searching, thinking, solving, analyzing, moving, shifting, changing, breaking and self-repairing. And If I do slow down, I want to die. Because I know that If I won’t keep the pace, I will start slowing down, bit by bit, questioning why do I do this, why not end it.
- What did I learn on how do I function
- The therapy gave me an idea of what to focus on. The shifting point is when the switch goes off, and I want to commit suicide. By thinking about it, and watching my own thoughts (that is harder than one can imagine), I came to understand, that it is more of a remembrance. Every previous experience of depression led to the conclusion, that suicide is the way out. And remembrance is just that. Skipping the being-depressed part, straight to the solution. That’s the switch. I can have a good mood, feeling alright, but then it hits. I find myself wanting to jump under the subway, tram, car, from window/cliff, overdose. Such precipice awaits, and I just see myself wanting to let go.
- Examples of the switch
- I am traveling home, reading a book, and then it hits.
- I am in school and it hits.
- I am petting a dog and it hits.
- I am doing household chores and it hits.
- I am shopping and it hits.
- I am eating and it hits.
- I am lying in bed and it hits.
- I am watching a YouTube video and it hits.
- You get the idea. It comes without warning, without any external impulse (if it does then I am not aware of it).
And that’s about it. So far nothing else comes to my mind.
- This reply was modified 2 years, 9 months ago by Štěpán Pavlas.
March 13, 2022 at 10:39 am #394975AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Palvas:
Wow! Thank you for your kind words and appreciation, (as you can see, it made me go Wow!)
You shared that every day, you still take the SSRI anti-depressant Escitalopram (also used to reduce anxiety), plus the SARI anti-depressant Trazadone (also used to reduce anxiety and to induce sleep), and that you never took the benzodiazepine you were once prescribed with.
You also shared that you no longer suffer from back pain, stiff shoulders, cramps, or liver problems, all these pains and problems ended when you ended your athletic path.
In regard to your daily schedule, you wake up at 6 am, prepare for high school, attend school, typically until 2:15 pm, go home by public transport, arrive home, watch YouTube a lot or do your homework/ research, play with pets, or “join the typical family debate”, rarely, you chat online for hours, talking about serious topics like faith, problems, meaning, etc., sometimes you do household chores.
My analysis today:
2020: “My parents raised me well… Generally, we don’t talk much together… I don’t feel that bond like I love them… I don’t have some sort of deep relationship with them” – I now think that the extent of your bonding with your parents, the extent and depth of your communication with your parents- from an early age- is inversely proportional to the extent and depth of your personal thoughts.
Said in other words, there was a gap between you and your parents, an acute gap, an acute literal and figurative silence, a superficiality. In your own head, you made up for that silence and superficiality by having an overly noisy brain that thinks in great depth about anything and everything.
March 2020: “I don’t feel around them like I have that emotional support… we get along, but it’s not exactly that. Of course, I’m aware that I’m actually lucky for what I have. There are children who are, for example, in divorced families or are beaten at home” – as a younger child you needed much more from your parents than to get along. They didn’t beat you, no violence… but alas, a child needs so much more than the absence of negatives (such as violence). A child needs the presence of the positives, primarily bonding and emotional support.
Previously: “When I am ok, I am optimistic, passionate, confident, and so on. But when things go down the hill… I can be impatient, impulsive, and feel bad” – when things go well for you, you don’t need emotional support, so you are optimistic, etc. But when things don’t go well, you need emotional support and you become desperate for it, impatient, impulsive. Because you grew up lacking adequate emotional support, you were not able to … store emotional support within you. So now, when things go downhill, you don’t have within you a reservoir of support to draw from.
Previously: “I’m empty. It’s like I’m missing something” – missing a reservoir of emotional support to draw from.
March 13, 2022: “Maybe you can imagine me as a machine that instead of slowing down, keeps searching, thinking, solving, analyzing, moving, shifting, changing, breaking and self-repairing. And If I do slow down, I want to die. Because I know that If I won’t keep the pace, I will start slowing down, bit by bit, questioning why I do this, why not end it” – if you keep the noise in your head going and going (searching, thinking, solving, etc.), you don’t hear that acute silence with which you grew up, that acute absence of bonding and emotional support. That acute silence is so disturbing that you want to get rid of it any which way.
“Every previous experience of depression led to the conclusion, that suicide is the way out. And remembrance is just that. Skipping the being-depressed part, straight to the solution. That’s the switch. I can have a good mood, feeling alright, but then it hits. I find myself wanting to jump under the subway, train, car, from window/cliff, overdose… I am traveling home, reading a book, and then it hits…I am eating, and it hits… It comes without warning” – you want to get rid of that acute silence immediately, before you hear it for too long.
npr. org/ orphans’ lonely beginnings reveal how parents shape a child’s brain: “Parents do a lot more than make sure a child has food and shelter, researchers say. They play a critical role in brain development. More than a decade of research on children raised in institutions shows that ‘neglect is awful for the brain,’ says Charles Nelson, a professor of pediatrics at Harvard Medical School and Boston Children’s Hospital. Without someone who is a reliable source of attention, affection and stimulation, he says, ‘the wiring of the brain goes awry.’ The result can be long-term mental and emotional problems.
“A lot of what scientists know about parental bonding and the brain comes from studies of children who spent time in Romanian orphanages during the 1980s and 1990s… as a group, neglected or abandoned children tend to have abnormal circuitry in areas of the brain involved in parental bonding“.
But there is hope, because a brain that was shaped without adequate bonding, without the reservoir of emotional support that I mentioned, “has a remarkable ability to rewire itself and compensate for things that go wrong during development, including some problems caused by neglect“, the article says.
In summary, it’s clear to me that you suffered an acute emotional neglect growing up, an absence of enough of that emotional bonding and support that every baby and child needs, and that lack led to your persistent, long-term experience of emptiness and depression.
Please feel free to respond whenever you feel like it, no rush.
anita
March 13, 2022 at 12:52 pm #395046Štěpán PavlasParticipantI have to say it again. Wow! You don’t stop to amaze me. You really thought it through. I am lost for words.
First impression: It doesn’t seem right. I know that facts don’t care about my feelings, but for me, this is a weird one.
So let me get started. I am a second child, my brother is 3 years older. My mother aborted the first child (in the meaning that the fetus died – unwillingly!). Then my brother came, and from the album photos, I could see how happy they were. When I came, the financial situation became obviously worse, two children are most likely harder to nurture and bring up. 2008 there was a financial crisis. There were floods in 2002 and later 2013 (by then, we were living elsewhere). These events must have played a role. But other than that, I am not aware of anything. When I came to kindergarten, I didn’t speak. Not that I wouldn’t be able to, but they say that I didn’t want to. Other children were dancing, playing games, singing, and there was me sitting on a bench watching others. Later, Saint Nicolas came, with his devils, and they told me that if I won’t talk, they will take me to hell in their sack. And that worked. I started doing all things other kids were doing. Speaking considered! But from what I remember, I had nightmares of devils. I was scared of them, thinking they will take me to hell. I was scared of the dark. (Our family isn’t religious, but devils are in our country probably considered the number one way of scaring children to behave). This must have had an impact on kids’ brain development. It wasn’t that traumatic how I depicted it, but I really was scared of the dark, as every kid probably is.
Apart from that, nothing else comes to my mind. Maybe I didn’t get the emotional support I needed, but I don’t remember myself ever needing it. Maybe that is a part of the problem. Not having the urge to seek it. But hard to say. You can give me some things on which I should reflect or pay attention so that I can find some clues.
Growing up, my brother was the problem child. And he still is. Bad behavior, bad grades, bad financial literacy, bad emotional management… And by that, parents were always focusing on him. Mom was learning with him, both parents were talking only about his problems. Because I didn’t have any! I was obedient, well behaved, had excellent grades, … There was nothing that needed to be fixed. And that way all of the attention went on my brother. Even these days, when my parents know about my condition, I still hear them talking about him. Problems with girls, money, car, behavior, mood, health… I never hear them talking about me. Even though I am never too far from killing myself. What a paradox. Part of it is probably that there is nothing to be solved. How could they help me? I don’t know, they don’t know, my therapist doesn’t know. Then who? Well, no one knows. Making it worse is one thing. That is easy. But making it better? Well, now you have a problem. But even that, they could discuss. They could have a discussion on how they could help me. Maybe they had, maybe not. But one thing is sure, and that’s I don’t like the attention. When they ask me how am I doing, I ask myself If they even observe. How could I be feeling? I told them. Don’t they remember? I know that they care and that they are worried. But these situations really piss me off. All I can say is that I don’t know, or it is ok. Because that is the truth. I can smile, be happy, but then it strucks, and every will to live goes to waste. And after that, would you have some motivation left, when all of your daily efforts were meaningless? Well, it had a meaning in a way that you survived another day/hour/afternoon. But for what? For it to strike again? It drives me mad.
- This reply was modified 2 years, 9 months ago by Štěpán Pavlas.
March 13, 2022 at 1:25 pm #395048AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Pavlas:
What you shared in your most recent post fits, in my mind, with my understanding as I expressed it in my recent post of less than 3 hours ago.
What I read in your response is a lot of the noise I mentioned (“an overly noisy brain”, my words in my previous post), a barrage of thoughts, like bullets coming out of an automatic weapon.
When you have a chance, calm down best you can, experience a bit of silence of the non-threatening kind, and re-read what I wrote to you previously, calmly, slowly. Let the words reach the part of your brain that is under than the thought-shooting automatic canon.
anita
March 13, 2022 at 1:52 pm #395049AnonymousGuestCorrection of last sentence: Let the words reach the part of your brain that is under that thought-shooting automatic canon.
March 14, 2022 at 2:34 am #395072Štěpán PavlasParticipantAnother day. Yesterday I went to sleep after I saw your reply. In response, I want to tell you, that when I was writing the previous reply I wasn’t crying, mad, depressed, or anything. I was in a state of expressing myself. I wasn’t panicking or having a breakdown. It was just me and the text. The things I wrote, should be an example of the noise. Some fragments of thoughts were just put into words.
“if you keep the noise in your head going and going (searching, thinking, solving, etc.), you don’t hear that acute silence with which you grew up, that acute absence of bonding and emotional support. That acute silence is so disturbing that you want to get rid of it any which way.”
This part is really interesting. I will now try to thoroughly experience the silent mind. See what comes up, what do I feel.
It is not unpleasant. It is experience lacking. I can focus on my body, or on my mind. If I focus on my mind, there are certain things popping up. I can choose what will I follow. Am able to go through a brainstorm, in a way that random things pop up, and these random things lead to other random things. My mind can wander off to unimaginable lengths. But that is just an option. I can keep thinking about one thing. Or I can choose to just watch my thoughts go by. In a way that I talk to myself, and then these thoughts can’t occupy my mind. I am aware that they popped up, but I let them die by thinking something else. Rarely do I experience the silent mind. That there is not any thought. That is also hard because when it happens, you are aware that it is happening, and if you are aware of something, your subconscious mind keeps track of what is going on, and it gives you thoughts about it.
I don’t know, it is really hard to process these things. And it is even harder to get them right.
When I focus on my body, it is accompanied by thoughts that guide my consciousness. For example, I say to myself: breath in, breath out. Or I go through various parts of the body and ask myself what am I feeling. Is it cold? Is there any tension? Do you feel a heartbeat? Are you tired? Are you hungry?…
But back on the topic. I have read it slowly. Multiple times. No difference from the first time. I get what you wrote.
Then I have a question. What if it is correct. What if that is the case. Then what do we (I) do about it? You can’t change the past. You cannot undo what has been done. My brain developed the way it did. I understand that It is about not making it worse, rather about finding ways we can improve it. But what do we do? Compensate the emotional support? I don’t feel the need to.
March 14, 2022 at 7:53 am #395095AnonymousGuestDear Stepan Palvas:
“Compensate the emotional support? I don’t feel the need to” – when a child doesn’t get what he/ she needs day after day, week after week… year after year, the child stop feeling the need for it.
I suggest that you talk about this with your psychotherapist/ psychologist. I wish you well.
anita
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