Like many others. I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder. Looking back, I think it’s been there all my life (it definitely runs in my family), but it came to a head almost 10 years ago.
In 1996 I swam the Tiber and came Home. Shortly after, I lost a ton of weight and met a guy who was incredibly handsome, but was an even more incredibly horrible influence on me. I eventually stopped going to church and did a complete 180 with my life. After a few months of dating, we moved in together, but I knew in my soul that it was wrong. After about 2 weeks of living together, I developed panic attacks - serious panic attacks. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I actually felt like I was possessed. I spoke with a priest and he assured me I was not possessed, but did bless me and advised me to see a Dr, and that we would continue spiritual guidance when I felt up to it.
I went to the Dr and was hospitalized because I was afraid that in my mania I may try to hurt myself - I didn’t want to hurt myself, but I was aftaid that I might - if that makes sense. I have received years of counseling and I am on meds to this day. Thank God that toxic relationship ended and I was blessed to have found my wonderful DH. I’m now back Home where I should have been all along, too and that is the BEST thing,
I’ll probably be on meds for the rest of my life, but I don’t feel drugged at all - I feel “normal” if there is such a thing.
Thanks for creating this thread - it’s nice to know I’m not alone.