More than my disorder

Started by SpiralSpider, March 18, 2015, 04:18:47 PM

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It often feels like I'm swimming against a strong current, which wants nothing more than to drown me. I'm not trying to do anything extraordinary. I'm not running for office, trying to get famous or invent some life-changing thing. I'm just trying to get by; to live my life and raise my kids. But, day in and day out, it's like I have to wrestle with some invisible being that's holding me back, literally holding me down sometimes. Getting out of bed is exhausting enough some days, if I'm able to make sure everyone else is in fresh clean clothes and fed, then I've triumphed. Asking that of myself is another level entirely.

I've been handling depression - with various levels of success - since I was pregnant with my second child. So that all started back in .... 2003? I've been placed on, perhaps, nine different medications over the years. Removed from one and put on another because of insurance problems or recurring headaches or whether I was pregnant or nursing. There have actually been periods of my life when I was off medication entirely, and I really felt like that was some sort of amazing breakthrough. I felt free and functional, but those times were in rare supply.

It seems overly dramatic when you "write it out loud" but it does really feel like I'm a prisoner sometimes. I've long since given up on trying to fight through on my own and I realize when the signs are there that it's become too much for me. Without my kids, I might not have been so quick to admit defeat - I can be quite stubborn at times. But the worst of my depression is usually in the post-partum period and with my last child I had serious difficulty bonding with her and felt like hurting myself. My kids are always number one. I knew I had to get help immediately.

I'm on Sertraline (Zoloft) at the moment. I was originally put on that medication because I was nursing my youngest, but now I continue on this route because I am expecting (again!) and it's considered the safest option all around. This will be baby number 5 for me, with the oldest being 15 and the youngest 2 - #5 will be here around the 9th of August. This is my absolute last child, and the decision is bittersweet. But Zoloft never worked the best for me and I (perhaps selfishly) look forward to finally being on a better medication and having more energy... Maybe that's wishful thinking, but I have fond memories of being in control of myself.

There's so much more going on in my life than just depression. On the bad end, I have layers and layers of problems, though I chose to focus on my PPD for this first post. But on the good, I've got my kids, my husband and my art and they keep me going, keep me afloat in that torrent of chaos that's trying to keep me down. They help me remember that I'm more than my discord and pain, that there really is something redeemable about me.

I have a (bad?) habit of using my writing to vent, but I'm going to try my best to keep this journal more about individual problems and what I do to distract myself or find motivation. I'd love to hear from others who are struggling with their own collection of troubles and how they cope. I think a support system and network of contacts are essential for life. 
~ My Ons/Offs, Characters and general RP info ~ Where am I?

"If you get hurt, hurt them back. If they kill you... walk it off."


And there's the anxiety! Well, that didn't take long to show itself again. This afternoon I have a 20 week ultrasound for #5 and I find myself obsessing on the result, as if the genitalia of my last child will somehow define me as a mother. I have had four children born female, though my oldest identifies as trans (more on that later, I am sure) and for some strange reason with this one I am fixed on it being a boy.

I don't know why, exactly. Although we allow our kids to wear frilly dresses if they want to, we mostly have a gender-neutral home and let them choose. As long as it is age-appropriate and fine for the weather, I don't' believe my children's clothing is much of my business. There are times when I tell them it's appropriate t "dress up" and I help give them options for that, but otherwise you're likely to find one choosing to wear a mohawk and another always wearing mis-matching socks. It's a part of their individuality and I love every aspect of them.

So why should it matter that this baby be born with boy parts? On some weird, superficial level I think I see myself as a failure for not having a son to carry on his father's name. How silly. Women are choosing to keep their maiden names (or go with something hyphened) more and more these days and sometimes guys even take their lady's last name. Me? I was aching to get rid of mine because it felt like it would be shedding the final clinging touches of the abuse I received from the hands of the man who adopted me and gave me his last name. But that's just one of my many issues. I imagine most women have a more healthy look at their maiden name.

I think the answer should be, "I don't know why this bothers me so much." I feel like my awesome husband should have a son to pass his awesomeness down to, sure. But with our attempt at gender-neutrality and our own nontraditional relationship and personality traits (He's shorter than me, does most of the cooking and is more sensitive than I am) it does not matter, at least it shouldn't matter. We'd be just as cool with our son have long hair and painted finger nails as we are with any of our daughters wearing pants, having short hair, wrestling, etc... Who cares?

Ugh, why isn't it that simple!?

Edit: It's a boy!
~ My Ons/Offs, Characters and general RP info ~ Where am I?

"If you get hurt, hurt them back. If they kill you... walk it off."