Turning impossible into possible

Today marks an exceptionally important day for me. Let me tell you why –  Not many of you know my story as I’ve kinda been avoiding it a little, cause to be honest, it’s not a very pretty one………not to mention, that my lessons learnt may be confronting to some. Others of you might not be ready to hear what I have to say and that’s ok – that’s why it’s ‘your’ journey, because it’s just that – YOURS! Yours to travel along at your own pace, yours to discover and learn, not to be forced off road by me. I don’t want you to think the same as me, I just want you to THINK!
Ok, here goes. It’s going to be tough, but I’ll condense my story into as blog friendly a version as I can; for all the gory jaw dropping details you’ll have to buy the book!

Fourteen years ago after the birth of my darling Seth, I was struck down with extreme exhaustion like I’d never experienced….. this was more than just, I’ve got a newborn baby sort of tiredness. I know what that feels like, this was my third child – Something had shifted and I was different. I was an emotional mess, fatigued beyond words and not coping.

So, I went to the doctors, to my GP, whom I’d been seeing for ten years. After fifteen minutes with me, he diagnosed me with post natal depression. There were no tests, no physical examinations or enquires into hormone levels, nutrition, sleep or any part of my general health. I was told that if I wanted to be a good mum, I will take the anti-depressants. I knew nothing about mental health, I knew nothing about antidepressants. I was offered no other alternatives and was told this is what I must do. My children were my world. So I did.

The drugs did not improve my exhaustion or mental state, so the doctor increased the dose, still no results, so, he increased the dose again. My mood improved a little, but then what happened next I could never have imagined. Who knew that a choice to follow doctors orders would result in such pain and horror. Like a thief, it crept in and stole twelve years of my life. Twelve years of motherhood I can never retrieve. I had what they call a manic episode. I started behaving completely out of character. Like, I’m talking crazy as bat-sh*t stuff you only see in movies. My family watching in disbelief wondering where the heck did Melissa go? I became erratic and angry with uncontrollable explosive agitation, which sometimes led into complete psychosis. I would go sometimes up to five days without needing any sleep whatsoever, I felt no tiredness but instead I was amped looking for adventure in all the most inappropriate ways. My enthusiasm and excitement disproportionate to actual reality, which left those around me speechless and unable to relate to anything I said or did. From this mania I would then crash into deep depression where all I could think about was how I could kill myself. I never knew each day what mood I would wake up with. No amount of anything I did could control it. This cycle continued up and down with no reprieve.

For most of these years, I was hospitalised every year, sometimes more than one hospitalisation a year, often for months at a time. I was told I had bipolar disorder, not post-natal depression. I was told there was no cure, and that I would be on medication everyday for the rest of my life. The medication made it so I couldn’t think, I was a walking zombie. The side effects were horrendous. Whats worse is that none of these medications helped. I was constantly being given a new drug to try. Which meant drug withdrawal each time. My doctor told me I had treatment resistant depression and would need to have electro-convulsive therapy. Yes, they still do that. Today doctors are still strapping electrodes to peoples brains and purposefully giving them grand-mal seizures. This experience was more terrifying and frightening than I can even put into words. I am nauseated just thinking about it. My beautiful happy life was now a distant memory and held no resemblance to my now reality. Life unmanageable. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t maintain friendships. I was house bound. I was a walking corpse.

I would often challenge my psychiatrist that he must be missing something, there must be something else wrong. He had prescribed me every class of psychiatric drug and nothing worked. I was told I was treatment resistant. Yet, no one ever questioned the treatment. I researched and researched with my barely functioning fried brain. My spirit knew this was not right. I desperately wanted to try alternative medicines and treatments but my psych would just scoff and call it quackery. Two years ago, when the last drug he insisted I try caused me to go psychotic, endangering my life. I said enough.

It took me five months to get off all the medication which comprised of a hideous mix of antidepressants, antipsychotics, lithium and benzodiazapines. I was told that getting off these meds would be an impossible onerous feat, comparable if not tougher than quitting heroin. The difference being that if I was to detox off heroine, I would be applauded and celebrated. I would be taken to a detox centre that would encourage and support this process; unfortunately this support is not the same when coming off prescription drugs. Withdrawing off such large doses of psychiatric medication is extremely dangerous, I knew this. I knew I couldn’t just go cold turkey, I knew it must  be done under medical supervision. There must be a plan in place. Despite my well researched comprehensive plan, my psychiatrist was against it. My husband was frightened to death. I slowly weaned one drug at a time. For months, I suffered nausea and spontaneous vomiting anywhere any time without notice, diarrhoea, abscess like acne, nightmares, hallucinations, dizziness, heart palpitations, constant suicidal thoughts, irritability that no amount of happy thoughts or will power could control. I was hospitalised twice during this five month withdrawal period. I had no support from medical staff, rather my endeavours to become drug free were quite the joke. Nurses told me to ‘just go back on the meds and all this will go away’ – ‘ I don’t know why your insisting on wasting your time, I’ve seen it before. You’ll be back on the meds and wishing you hadn’t put yourself through all this.” My body was screaming at me to give in, but I didn’t……. I persisted and today is my two year anniversary of 100% drug free.

I have no suicidal thoughts, no psychosis, no manic episodes – all gone. Unfortunately due to the trauma and abuse to my brain, my nervous and immune system over so many years from the drugs and more ECT treatments than I can count, it has left me with Myalgic Encephalomyelitis a chronic degenerative neuro-immune disease which causes chronic pain in muscles and inflammation in the brain and spinal cord.

I have now been told that I didn’t have bipolar but instead suffered from anti-depressant induced mania and psychosis. So for twelve years, I was suffering from a toxic drug reaction not bipolar. This is a lot to get your head around and now to be left still debilitated is enough to make you want to scream. I could so easy slip into anger. For years and years I prayed and pleaded with God for a cure, for a miracle, for healing. And now to find out I was actually poisoning myself everyday. So how am I not a completely resentful, bitter ball of anger every day?

Well, for a start I could have continued on the path that I was on for the rest of my life. I lost twelve years, I could have lost more. I have become a servant of gratitude. Somedays more than others; Post-it notes plastered around the house, help remind me on those not so grateful days when I actually want to say screw gratitude.

So, what I’m discovery is that finding a cure and healing are two different things. A place of healing for me is letting go of the lost years, forgiving myself and those that have harmed me, forgiving those who chose not to stand by me and being content right here and now. Accepting that even if nothing ever changes, I will be grateful. When your ‘medically challenged,’ so much of your time is spent thinking about the broken defective parts of your body, the pain, the fatigue, the brain fog; in contrast to this focus, I’ve introduced a new habit into my life. It can be done anywhere any time, even when I’m bedridden and yuk I try and do it. So what I do is, I scan my body and find a wonderful part of my body that gets all ignored because it’s working brilliantly. I tell God how grateful I am for this part of my body that is pain free and doing it’s job so beautifully. I’m telling you, it really changes your outlook. I feel lighter and less shackled when I do this.

I’ve decided healing is not being devoid of disease, its realising I’m bigger than disease or a diagnosis. It’s not about the longing for the cure and the end result… it’s here and now and finding something to love in this very moment. Today, in this moment, it’s gratefulness that I had the strength to stand up for myself when many others cannot. Happy anniversary to me.

Kisses, Meli x

ps. A big shout out of gratitude to the beautiful Kim Morrison for inspiring me to love and give thanks for my body despite its defective bits. Your body boost philosophy is a devine gift, thank you x

 

18 thoughts on “Turning impossible into possible

  1. Wow Melissa. Just wow. I am so blessed that you chose to be vulnerable enough to share your pain. Your story is mind blowing. I knew a little (from a distance) that life was really tough for you but didn’t realise the torture you endured.
    What a brave woman you were and are to somehow be able to dig deep enough to attempt what everyone said was impossible.
    I look forward to reading more of your story as you share it and just know that your pain will become inspiration for others.
    You’re amazing. Beautiful inside and out. Amazing. Xxx

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    1. You are an amazing woman, stronger than you realize, and one of the most inspirational writers I’ve ever read. I’ve been on a crazy medical journey for over 25 years. Your blog post about your children felt like a punch in the gut as that is my children’s story as well. I live well (my new mantra) with a different diagnosis, Hashimoto’s, untreated during the critical stage, then given radioactive iodine to “kill” it off, then untreated again for well over two years, but my journey mirrors yours in many ways. Thank you for your truth, your inspiration and for fighting for everyone who’s in this unseen battle! xo

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  2. You are an incredibly brave, strong and determined woman, fierce in spirit and gracious in heart. I am both moved and inspired. X

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  3. This is why you are so very, very loved. The most amazing, strong and determined woman who I admire so much and am pround to call my friend.

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  4. What a mind blowing journey you have been on , thank you so much for sharing your story .. Well done and Happy Anniversary .. X

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  5. An amazing story, thank-you for sharing and congratulations on your efforts to be drug free. I too withdrew from dangerous opioid based pain medication, it was harrowing and I have been off them for 7 years so I applaud you as I know how harder the antidepressants are to stop!! That is an inspirational story and I hope many people hear it! Well done.

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  6. In absolute tears reading your story Meli 😢
    Thank you sweetheart for being brave enough to share 🙏
    I can identify with many things…but can’t begin to imagine the magnitude of what your poor mind and body went through.
    I’ve never experienced mania but have seen a family member go through it and it’s heart breaking to watch.
    I also understand how isolating it can be to be in such a position and have nobody ‘really’ understand your psychological pain.
    It took me 2 years to come off anti-depressants as the withdrawal was just as you described…it was absolute torture!
    I was off for 20 months and unfortunately debilitating depression, anxiety and panic attacks have meant I have had to start them again.
    I hate those drugs as the one I was on stole 5 years of my life too, but I have tried every natural therapy thrown at me by my Naturopathic Doctor, to no avail 😕
    I’m 4 days in and the side effects of starting them are pretty bloody awful too 😨
    I just hope that they help get me through this bump in the road and pray that these ones are easier to come off than the last ones were!
    Your strength, courage and determination is so inspiring and you should be so proud of what you’ve been able to achieve.
    Much love and blessings to you for a brighter future 💖💖💖

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  7. You are an inspiration!! I’m so happy to hear you’re medication-free – what a relief that must be! Thank you for sharing your story, I’m going to share it with my kids – one has struggled with severe OCD and anxiety and is now doing really well with no medication, the other has struggled with anxiety but we are working with it naturally. Keep spreading your story, it needs to be heard!!

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  8. 💞💓💜💚💙💖❣wishing you much happiness and may your good days far outweigh the lesser one. You are an inspiration xxxx

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  9. Listening to spirit & letting it guide you! You’re an incredible warrior! You’ve really done the hard work beautiful & having you in my class is such an amazing inspiration! Your gorgeous smile & glowing energy (even on your tired days) is always electric! This is your very strong spirit by your side day in & day out! Xxx Namaste

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