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lavenderbees
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I lost my mother and her sister in the same year. They were both like mothers to me as I had lived with them as a child and young person. It was like losing my mother twice.
Unfortunately, I developed a serious depressive illness a month after my aunt's funeral. Her death was the last straw. I was left feeling that both deaths had been preventable but especially my dear aunt's death.
In the depths of my despair I was awoken each morning at 5.00am by thoughts which persecuted me and blamed me for neglecting my mother and aunt. They were relentless. They would not listen to reason. I tried reasoning with them but they would not stop.
In the end I went to the emergency department of the local hospital and begged them to give me something to get rid of the persecution. The psychiatrist told me that I was still sane but if it had gone on much longer I would have lost my mind.
After three months on SSRI drugs I am back to normal and coping OK. I still get depressed but the persecutory "voices" disappeared soon after I started the drugs.
What makes my situation worse is that I have difficulty believing in an after-life. If only I had faith, I think that I would not have suffered so much. (Mr Dawkins has a lot to answer for.)
Unfortunately, I developed a serious depressive illness a month after my aunt's funeral. Her death was the last straw. I was left feeling that both deaths had been preventable but especially my dear aunt's death.
In the depths of my despair I was awoken each morning at 5.00am by thoughts which persecuted me and blamed me for neglecting my mother and aunt. They were relentless. They would not listen to reason. I tried reasoning with them but they would not stop.
In the end I went to the emergency department of the local hospital and begged them to give me something to get rid of the persecution. The psychiatrist told me that I was still sane but if it had gone on much longer I would have lost my mind.
After three months on SSRI drugs I am back to normal and coping OK. I still get depressed but the persecutory "voices" disappeared soon after I started the drugs.
What makes my situation worse is that I have difficulty believing in an after-life. If only I had faith, I think that I would not have suffered so much. (Mr Dawkins has a lot to answer for.)