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My name is Steven. I'm a twenty year old male from the USA.
I have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. However, things got much worse after I decided to eat an edible at a party on Halloween (Oct 31st). Where my anxiety quickly kicked in, and I had a severe panic attack. I walked myself to the emergency room, and when I arrived, my resting heart rate was 192 BPM. It felt as though a horse were stomping on my chest. I thought that I was having a heart attack. In that moment I thought that I was going to die. It became too much for me to handle, and that is when it happened, I disassociated with DPDR. I felt myself leave my body. In that moment it was a self defense mechanism. The hospital kept me through the night, and dosed me twice with Ativan. However, in the morning, the feeling (dpdr) did not fade. The experience left me with horrible anxiety, and I was at that point still experiencing nightly panic attacks. For that reason I decided to go home for a little while. Where things did slightly improve. And after almost a month, I felt that I was coming down. The dp was fading, however, I still had intense dr. Weirdly though, it was only when I left the house. I felt relatively normal in the comfort of my home. Thinking that it was anxiety related, I decided to try an antidepressant (ssri). However, it gave me inconceivable anxiety; I could not leave my bed. Knowing that the side effects usually fade as you adjust, I tried to stick with it. Although after two weeks, I decided that I had had enough. This experience made everything worse, it was back, full force, and much worse this time. It has been almost two months since then, and it has not gotten better. It feels as though there is a faulty switch, that it keeping up this self defense mechanism. I am running out of hope. The events of the past few months have triggered a depressive episode, and I find myself regularly idealizing suicide. It is beginning to feel inevitable. With the way things are now, I feel as though I am too far gone. I would give the world to undo that decision. The regret constantly eats away at to me. I am loosing my friends, as I am a shell of my former self. Anyways, that is my story up until this point. I would greatly appreciate any tips/suggestions. As at present I am feeling rather lost.
I have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. However, things got much worse after I decided to eat an edible at a party on Halloween (Oct 31st). Where my anxiety quickly kicked in, and I had a severe panic attack. I walked myself to the emergency room, and when I arrived, my resting heart rate was 192 BPM. It felt as though a horse were stomping on my chest. I thought that I was having a heart attack. In that moment I thought that I was going to die. It became too much for me to handle, and that is when it happened, I disassociated with DPDR. I felt myself leave my body. In that moment it was a self defense mechanism. The hospital kept me through the night, and dosed me twice with Ativan. However, in the morning, the feeling (dpdr) did not fade. The experience left me with horrible anxiety, and I was at that point still experiencing nightly panic attacks. For that reason I decided to go home for a little while. Where things did slightly improve. And after almost a month, I felt that I was coming down. The dp was fading, however, I still had intense dr. Weirdly though, it was only when I left the house. I felt relatively normal in the comfort of my home. Thinking that it was anxiety related, I decided to try an antidepressant (ssri). However, it gave me inconceivable anxiety; I could not leave my bed. Knowing that the side effects usually fade as you adjust, I tried to stick with it. Although after two weeks, I decided that I had had enough. This experience made everything worse, it was back, full force, and much worse this time. It has been almost two months since then, and it has not gotten better. It feels as though there is a faulty switch, that it keeping up this self defense mechanism. I am running out of hope. The events of the past few months have triggered a depressive episode, and I find myself regularly idealizing suicide. It is beginning to feel inevitable. With the way things are now, I feel as though I am too far gone. I would give the world to undo that decision. The regret constantly eats away at to me. I am loosing my friends, as I am a shell of my former self. Anyways, that is my story up until this point. I would greatly appreciate any tips/suggestions. As at present I am feeling rather lost.