First of all, the meds thing is hard for a lot of people. As your doctor says, hang in there and keep on trying things until you find something that works. I’m sorry that it’s more difficult in your case, but you’re not the only one. Which reminds me, are you in a support group? The DBSA (Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance) has a list of support groups around the country. Don’t worry that it doesn’t say schizophrenia. We have a couple in our group, and besides which, bipolar folks are just as delusional and paranoid and hallucinatory as schizophrenics.
You said you are in therapy three times a week. Are you learning any coping skills? Does your therapist know your meds issues? Do you tell your therapist everything, or do you not trust him or her?
You don’t believe in prayer, which is fine with me because I don’t believe either. However, meditation also helps. It’s a technique that calms your mind and teaches you not to be so attached to everything your mind thinks or sees. I imagine it would be very helpful for you. Yoga will also help, and any activity that gets you into that calmer frame of mind.
You must have been very close to your sister. Closer than to your husband? You weren’t twins, were you? Anyway, the idea about having your husband go to counseling may not be something you want to do, but at support groups, it is very common. That’s where “support people” can learn a lot about what we go through. Unfortunately, I have not seen support people show up for more than one or two meetings very often. Only one person in my group has a support person who shows up regularly. Unfortunately, she’s a neighbor of mine, so I have to curb my tongue when she comes.
God, I feel like there’s something lurking out there—just out of reach—that if only I could grab it would be very useful to you. It’s not coming, though.
Actually, it sounds to me like you have some kind of inner despair that you are fighting. No, after rereading, it’s clear you are depressed. You wouldn’t be trying to kill yourself otherwise. Listen, suicide is a way of telling yourself and other people how bad you feel. How totally fucking awful it is. How you can’t stand it any more. How you don’t think it will ever end.
Try not to keep pushing your husband away. He clearly loves you and need you. Trust him. Let him in and explain to him how much you want and need love. Stop with the barriers, ok? You’re not getting out of this pain if you keep the love away. He doesn’t have to totally understand. That’s what friends are for. Don’t expect so much from him. He’s trying his best. Let him love you. Then find friends who can understand—probably from the support group.
I’m sorry if this does not apply to your life. It’s not like I know you at all. It’s just that I read these stories and the little clues you provide and I imagine a whole story out of it. I feel it in my heart, in fact. It’s making my heart very heavy right now. God, I hope it works out for you. I really want you to get out of the pain.
When I was there, people kept telling me it would end eventually. I didn’t believe them. But they were right. You’ve got to keep holding on. It will end. You’ve got to believe that.