I dont really know how to say what I need to here.. I am trying to get my feelings under control without going to counceling or the hospital..
I dont want this to be a super long story.. because in all honesty it is, I just dont want to write it all.
I'll start in October 2003.. I was suicidal and the police had to come to my house and bring me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I've been diagnosed with depression since I was about 10, and have been hospitilized 6 times since I was 16, 3 of them were suicide attempts. I'm 23.
Due to being diagnosed with BPD, I was put on seroqul (100mg) depakote (1,500) and lexapro (20)
I gained about 80 pounds on all the meds in a less than a year. I stopped taking them because a doctor finally told me that the seroqul was giving me cravings and the depakote was keeping me from losing weight no matter how hard I tried. I started seeing my fiance 1 month after I got out of the hospital.. I hadnt gained any weight yet, and I looked pretty good. He's been with me through all the weight gain.
So, fast forward to january of this year, I found out I was pregnant, I was on the shot, and my OB said it may have failed because of my weight.
I was happy, super suprised but totally happy. My fiance on the other hand was pissed and angry, he actually yelled at me, said so many awful things.. this went on for 2 1/2 months.. he said he didnt want to tell anyone, I think he was ashamed because of my weight and that were not married (his parents are fundamentalist christians, made it even harder, btw.. he's not religious anymore) he eventualy came to terms with it and everything became awesome and so wonderful.. he was the perfect father and when we found out it was a boy.. it changed things even more.. just knowing and bonding more.
I gained about 10-15 pounds in about 4 1/2 months, not bad considering that I just stopped talking all the meds after I found out (I was already off the depakote for about 5 months before I found out) so I had no time to try to lose the weight I gained from the meds.
We lost the baby in May. It was a umbilical cord accident, the cord was wrapped around his neck, within the last 2 months I've lost a great aunt I was close to, a really good friend and my grandfather was told he has less than a year to live. Losing my son has been the hardest thing I've even been through and if I told you my whole history.. you might be suprised. Being able to try again has partially kept me going, and knowing my fiance loves me.
I'm devestated. When we lost the baby I knew I wanted to try again as soon as possible, and I thought my fiance and I were on the same page, he told me he wanted me to lose weight before we try again, before it was "lets see what the doctor says" and now its "I dont think were ready"
Telling me he wanted me to lose weight was so hurtful.. like I wasnt good enough the way I am to have another baby. Its not that I dont want to lose weight, I do. I dont like feeling like I have to lose weight to try to have another baby.
I've become severely depressed. My self esteem is down the drain, I have the worst ups and downs..
I just need to feel like I'm not going crazy, and I need support to try to lose the weight. I DO NOT want to go on meds and I've been through so many therapists.. thats not the road I want to take again.
Everyone here is so awesome... any opinions would be helpful..
Amanda


IMO... but maybe it *is* a good idea to take some time to take care of yourself first before taking on a little one - and by that I mean to address the depression.
