Depression certainly is a terrifying experience as well as anxiety which usually goes hand in hand with depression. I have had two major bouts with depression, and I am going to write about my experience hoping that I will help others. The first time I got sick with depression was when I was 40. That was seventeen years ago. I knew nothing about what I was about to go through, and could have helped myself greatly if I had gotten help in the beginning stages.
I didn’t get help right away only because I didn’t know what was happening to me. My husband and I and my two young girls moved from Massachusetts to an area of North Carolina that was rural to say the least. Moving from home caused me to spiral downward into a depression. We moved because of my then husband’s job. I grieved deeply for my family, friends and home. My husband was trying to adjust to his new position, and could give me very little support. I couldn’t count on him.
I was seeing a psychiatrist and a therapist to try and help me through this difficult time. I was trying many different anti-depressants over the course of six months, as well as anti-anxiety medication. I also had to take care of two young girls. To make matters worse, my husband’s new company was bought out, and we had to move to Pennsylvania to another division of the parent company. My next article will be about our move to Pennsylvania!