Megan Morales5 said:It honestly surprises me how people just take these kinds of medications without even bothering to figure out what they’re actually treating.😕 Isn't that a little irresponsible?
Anyway, how can you tell when it's the right time to stop? When you say 15 months isn't really enough...
electricdriver78, thanks for getting back to me. It’s exactly like my mom... she was always such a put-together woman, you know, hitting the salon three times a week and always perfectly dressed from head to toe...😁 but now I'll find her late in the afternoon, still in her morning robe and unshaven, just staring at the TV for hours without even really seeing it... she used to be so vibrant and active, too. And you just can't get through to her... her mood swings are just so sudden and intense. While she was on the medication, everything seemed fine—she even picked up a new hobby and bought all this gear for it, but now it's just sitting in a corner gathering dust. She went on one trip and had more energy than the whole group combined... I guess when those high-energy people finally hit a wall, they just crash completely...😢
I feel so bad that things are this way...
She probably needs therapy—if she won't take pills, would she be open to seeing a counselor?
You have to stay persistent...
My dad (and my mom and sister too, though they've been in treatment for a while, just like me) has PTSD, but for him, the symptoms looked like this: work, work, and just constant work...
It became almost manic; he was working nearly 80 hours a week and only sleeping about three hours a night...
all just so he wouldn't have to think about anything, especially what we went through during the war...
For ten years, he wouldn't hear a word about therapy—telling us, "I'm not crazy, why would you want to drag me to a psychiatrist or any of that nonsense... I don't have nightmares like you three, I don't have flashbacks..."
He was old school... but the three of us were relentless. My mom talked to her own doctor and therapist and explained exactly how he was acting, and they both told her he HAD to slow down—otherwise, he was going to drop dead one day. No one can work that much with that little rest... you just eventually hit a breaking point...
Now, Dad sees a psychiatrist and takes his meds, works less, rests more, and isn't so on edge... he actually laughs and enjoys life again...
It took us ten years to make him realize there's no shame in asking for help...
I know it's incredibly tough dealing with "old school" types... but just keep trying...
don't give up...