The fact that I disappeared from the blogosphere again shouldn’t really be surprising. I tend to do that every once in a while. I get overwhelmed with real life, events, crazy schedules. Sometimes I’m fighting a different battle.
This time around I was fighting my old nemesis: depression. We have a long history, depression and I. Diagnosed at 16, I’ve struggled to maintain control of my mental health. For the most part, this is a war I win, though depression occasionally wins a battle.
So why did depression raise its ugly head this time? It was my own doing, unfortunately. The good news is that the husband and I are trying to get pregnant. Yay!! The bad news is that means attempting to wean off my antidepressants. There are far too many worrisome studies out there about the relationship between mothers on antidepressants and autism risks in their children. Here and here. Given that I already have a child on the spectrum and I was on an anti-depressant for a few months during my first pregnancy, you can imagine my worry and my guilt! My doctors and I are all committed to getting my off the drugs for this pregnancy, just in case.
But this is where things get dicey.
I weaned off the drugs too quickly. I went from 20 milligrams to 10 over night. My body did not like that. In fact, it stopped reacting to the drugs. It took about 10 days for depression and anxiety symptoms to set in.
At first it wasn’t too bad. Sure I was a little more tired, a little more irritable, and lot more hungry, but those aren’t symptoms that couldn’t be explained away by PMS, really really bad PMS. Then I started losing my temper with Connor. My normally patient parenting style disappeared. I felt fed up with him every day. I had not interest in engaging in play. I just wanted to plop him in front of the TV and be done with it. But hey, that could just be explained away by saying I was juggling the needs of a special need child and tired. Then one day I just started crying. Someone had something totally innocuous and I just started to sob. Something was wrong.
Back on the full dose of medication, I had to fight my way back to feeling normal. It takes a few weeks for medication to work your system back up to an even keel, so in the mean time you’re stuck knowing that something is wrong and not being able to do anything about it but wait. Like the saying “fake it til you make it” I had to spend many many days trying to get back to a place where I felt like myself again. I started using Dr. Low’s method of handling my anxiety and depression. I was back to spotting anxious behaviors, endorsing myself for trying, reminding myself of my averageness, etc. And like always, after a lot of hard work and a lot of self-reflection, I was able to get back to a good place.
The only downside now is that I still need to wean off my medication. We’re doing a baby step approach now: 20 mg to 15 mg. Then if I’m ok in a few weeks, we’ll try going down to 10 again.
I need to be ok, whether I’m on the medication or not. There have been several studies that show mothers suffering depression during their pregnancy experience many different types of disadvantages as well.
It kind of seems like I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.
There are other things I can do to help my mood while I’m weaning off the drugs: light therapy, exercise, nutritional adjustments, spending time outside, regular therapy, etc.
It’s still scary, though. Part of me hopes we get pregnant right away and the added hormones help my mood, like they did last time. And part of me hopes it takes a while so I can get this medication thing worked out.
Either way, all I can do is my best, and hope that’s good enough for our future baby.