I have had my bouts of depression over the years, and this past summer I went on medication for a few months to assist me in getting out of my slump. After seeing my family doctor on more of the regular basis that I already see him, I was able to get myself back on track. Things are different now, our middle child is suffering from depression and anxiety attacks.
There are a number of things that are contributing to this and what makes it even more difficult is she is away at university in another province. Her depression started in second year university, all was fine, until a bad relationship ended for good, one of her best friends committed suicide stating in his note ‘that it wasn’t enough’ (leaving her to continually question the statement), and her aunt’s cancer diagnoses became terminal. It took her months to accept that she was depressed as the anxiety attacks worsened. There have been countless middle of the night phone calls where I have spent a half hour or so calming her down, because she believes she is having a heart attack. This went on for months, with her denying that she was depressed, then finally for whatever reason, she accepted help. First she started taking medication to assist with her anxiety, and then finally after seeing our family doctor over Christmas, she went on anti-depressants. One of the biggest barriers to her going on anti-depressants was the label associated with it and her belief that she should be able to solve all her problems on her own.
There is nothing more painful than seeing your child suffer and not being able to help.