FarmerSteve
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Last year was the first time I sought help, or more importantly even talked about, my emotional/mental issues. I think it all started in my childhood...with my mom. She was very touchy, she would swing from normal to abusive to loving, all in a days time. I remember one incidence in High School where I was sitting in my room studying and she came out of nowhere and started screaming at me, telling me I didn't love her, all unwarranted. During High school I started to notice my own mood swings, but I was able to keep it to myself. Outwardly I could act "normal" even friendly to strangers, but inside I didn't feel so right.
My coping strategy during High school was running, I would run 60-80 miles a week, two runs a day. My senior year I got sick and had to take some time off, so in order to get in shape for college I picked up purging. No matter how much I ran I always felt too heavy, felt like I had weights attached to my ankles, and purging made me feel like I was getting back on track.
When I got to college I was able to stay healthy for two seasons, but going into spring I got injured. This was my first run in with depression. Without running my life seemed somewhat empty, I was rarely in good moods and life generally sucked. I continued to get injured on and off for the next two years, never able to compete during that time. My second year of college I met a girl and we really feel in love. A few months into it I started to have problems, my moods would swing wildly. We would be having a good time and then snap, I was Mr. Mean. I became irritable and generally not a nice person. However I would have these glimmers of super happy times, extremes. Eventually we broke up...for the best.
A few months later I met another girl, and repeat.
During the bad times I knew I shouldn't be acting like I was, I couldn't snap myself out of it. During the good times I was nuts, super energetic, happy, smiley, life was good.
A few months ago I finally spoke to my PCP about all this and he prescribe me Prozac. It was a three month period and after the first month I felt pretty good. But a month after the medicine stopped I went back to the old ways. A few days ago I was prescribed a higher dosage, but its making me feel kinda insane...
Sorry this was sooooo long...
My coping strategy during High school was running, I would run 60-80 miles a week, two runs a day. My senior year I got sick and had to take some time off, so in order to get in shape for college I picked up purging. No matter how much I ran I always felt too heavy, felt like I had weights attached to my ankles, and purging made me feel like I was getting back on track.
When I got to college I was able to stay healthy for two seasons, but going into spring I got injured. This was my first run in with depression. Without running my life seemed somewhat empty, I was rarely in good moods and life generally sucked. I continued to get injured on and off for the next two years, never able to compete during that time. My second year of college I met a girl and we really feel in love. A few months into it I started to have problems, my moods would swing wildly. We would be having a good time and then snap, I was Mr. Mean. I became irritable and generally not a nice person. However I would have these glimmers of super happy times, extremes. Eventually we broke up...for the best.
A few months later I met another girl, and repeat.
During the bad times I knew I shouldn't be acting like I was, I couldn't snap myself out of it. During the good times I was nuts, super energetic, happy, smiley, life was good.
A few months ago I finally spoke to my PCP about all this and he prescribe me Prozac. It was a three month period and after the first month I felt pretty good. But a month after the medicine stopped I went back to the old ways. A few days ago I was prescribed a higher dosage, but its making me feel kinda insane...
Sorry this was sooooo long...