One day, hopefully, the fog will lift. The awful thing is that it doesn't lift without endless fighting, and often that fighting is exhausting, intollerable, and just feels so unfair.
I was very lucky for mine - the first drug I was put on worked, straight away. I know how rare this is! I had post partum psychosis, and post partum depression, both of which made my normal mild-baseline depression unbearable (before then, life just sucked at a low level most of the time, which was fine). But I was lucky - I had a partner who dragged me to doctors, doctors who understood, decent hospitals, brain chemistry that was permeable for the particular drug they happened to try, and people who didn't make me feel like a freak. My parents lie about ever happening - we're all adults, but they refuse to accept the diagnosis, as I'm 'not one of THOSE people', and that's pretty awful in some ways.
Sometimes, it is still awful, or otherwise depressing, because others don't seem to feel the same way. And some feel worse! And it's odd thinking: I'm lucky.
But, eh, I'm lucky. I had great treatment, and that's rare - it's rare to get a doctor who'll say 'It's easier to fix pill addiction than to treat psychosis on no sleep and no painkillers - take these'. It's rare to get people who go 'I understand and yeah, it sucks'. I hope one day you'll get that level of luck too - I didn't really do anything to deserve mine, but I appreciate it.
Same goes to anyone here suffering from any form of distress, ranking it's not really a thing, I think. We all have the worst we can cope with, and we all cope with it in different ways. I may not understand precisely what you're going through, but I don't have to, not to hope it'll get better, anyway.
(Also, I fear my version of lashing out is: "F you you Fing F -" *rageball* so I didn't read your comment as lashing out![]()
I guess it depends where you are from, when a horse ' lashes out ' to bite or kick you , it does so without really thinking of the consequences.