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Climbing Up From Rock Bottom

I began having mental health issues (mainly depression and an eating disorder) when I was fourteen but I was not diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder until I was 19.  It was at 19 that I began to experience severe paranoia.  Shortly after that the voices began.  I tried to ignore them.  I tried to go on with my life but I was overwhelmed.  I ended up overdosing on my antidepressant at age 20.  For me that was rock bottom.  When I woke up in the emergency room with tubes and monitors everywhere I was not happy to have lived through the overdose.  I was angry.  I spent a few days on the cardiac floor then was admitted to a short term psychiatric unit with a 24 hour "velcro" sitter (aka someone who's job it was to watch me 24/7).  I had the sitter because I still wanted to die and was attempting to hurt myself even while on the locked psych unit.  After 72 hours on the psych unit I tried to demand to be relased.  The psychiatrist took me to court and had me declared incompetant and I was placed on probate status and remanded to the hospital.  So I ended up spending about 2 months on the unit that normally does not hold anyone for more than 7 days.  For quite a while of that I was absolutely out of control.  I wanted to hurt myself so badly that I spent quite a bit of time in isolation, under sedation, or in restraints.  Eventually the psychiatrist sat me down and bascially told me that the direction I was going was right to long term placement in a state run facility.  I just remember that hit me really hard because I had gone from being a really high achiever who was "destined for great things" to being considered for the state hospital.  I knew in my heart that I could put the pieces back together and I think he knew that too.  I just had to work with my illness and with the treatment team instead of fighting everything.  I sat there that morning and wrote a mission statement for my life (I'll have to find that and post it here sometime).  And then began the babysteps back to the real world.  It wasnt an immediate miraculous turn around.  It was a gradual improvement.  It was me fighting myself and fighting my deamons.  Eventually I improved enough to get rid of my sitter.  That was a big deal for me.  Then after having been there more than 2 months I improved enough that the court allowed me to be transfered to a private longer term type of hospital that was out of state.  When I was discharged from the short term unit I cried.  Those people had saved my life and I knew it.  My dad accompanied me when I flew to the hospital that was out of state.  The particular part of the facility that I was accepted into was a Women's Treatment Program.  It was a house on the grounds of a very well known hospital.  The house was open and as long as we attended treatment sessions we could come and go as we pleased.  I was supposed to be there 6 weeks.  I ended up only staying 11 days but during those days I was able to get used to not being locked up again.  I spent a large amount of the time riding the public transit system into the city and just kind of walking around and being a young woman out in the city again.  After 11 days I decided that I was not benefiting from the program and that my being there was not necessary.  I called my parents and the airline and a cab and flew home.  The court then put me on community probate where they required that I report to a local mental health clinic a certain number of times per week.  At the same time I was trying to decide what to do with my life.  I put in an application to college.  As months went by things got better.  Eventually I was released from probate and was then considered a voluntary patient again. Much to my surprise the college that I had applied to accepted me.  Against my treatment team's advice I decided to begin school on a full time basis and move into the dorms.  It turned out to be an excellent choice for me.  I ended up changing my whole treatment team upon moving to school and that has worked out well.  I'm going into my third year of undergrad as a psychology major.  I have been dean's list every semester.  My meds are not completely stable (I've been through 25+ meds in countless combinations) but I have learned to function even when things are "off".  I am planning to go onto graduate school when I finish my BA.  Sometimes I get new symptoms and I know that my illness is progressing but I know that I am doing everything I can to take care of myself and stay together.  I have no plans to give up anytime soon!

CloserToFine CloserToFine 22-25, F 6 Responses Jul 19, 2008

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Thank-you for your courageous story. You sure came a long way from being through hell. My experience was a lot like yours, esp. the being locked-up part. I'm glad you feel that recovery is not only possible but also worthwhile.

Cheers
Don F.

I have the same disorder! Thank you... But I'm still struggling to get better.

I want you to know you're not alone. <3

tear.. thats inspiring..I think thats great that you were able to go to school and your able to work through med changes and new symptoms. I hate that feeling of being off( not all there you dont feel 100% of yourself) thats something I'm trying to work on not breaking down and being strong but coping skills are more difficult to master and I feel like Im not myself anymore and if I'll ever be.I go to therapy and like you said Im doing everything I can to heal myself.....also testing out what medication works and what dosent. I've been on the same meds for the past two months.. I think more realistically and Im sleeping but the depression is still there..for 2 weeks I started taking atavin and it helped me to cope.Now my doctor wants me to stop taking it 3 days ago and I feel super emotional indesisive and my night meds(everything I take) are taking longer for me to fall asleep... any advice? how do you do it girl

tear.. thats inspiring..I think thats great that you were able to go to school and your able to work through med changes and new symptoms. I hate that feeling of being off( not all there you dont feel 100% of yourself) thats something I'm trying to work on not breaking down and being strong but coping skills are more difficult to master and I feel like Im not myself anymore and if I'll ever be.I go to therapy and like you said Im doing everything I can to heal myself.....also testing out what medication works and what dosent. I've been on the same meds for the past two months.. I think more realistically and Im sleeping but the depression is still there..for 2 weeks I started taking atavin and it helped me to cope.Now my doctor wants me to stop taking it 3 days ago and I feel super emotional indesisive and my night meds(everything I take) are taking longer for me to fall asleep... any advice? how do you do it girl

Wow, that is amazing!! I was lucky in my life to have had a friend that had schizophrenia. He was so gentle and sweet, not at all like people's preceptions of what schizophrenics are like. My friend, unfortunately, passed away by his own hand but your story is so inspiring!. I've seen how the illness works and what you have done with your life is amazing! My hat's off to you!