My family history is complicated and has often been very difficult. When I was diagnosed I asked if I could see a dietician and a counsellor. As I was diagnosed in December I had to wait ages before I could see the counsellor. I found it a helpful space to let it all hang out and she helped me start to process everything.
However she also correctly I believe, identified that I was suffering from depression and anxiety. The former I believe is/was situational, both from the family trauma and my diagnosis. The latter she thinks I've had to a greater or lesser degree all my adult life. Now that I understand it more I agree. I certainly know that I've been having panic attacks increasingly over the last two years.
I fell apart in the third cycle of chemo and could not stop crying. For a week I cried at home, at the GP, for two hours with the psychologist... Fortunately she didn't have anyone coming in after me and wouldn't let me leave until I had a modicum of composure! I was in the middle of treatment and struggling hard with my decision to have the double mastectomy and reconstruction.
They both gently raised again the possibility of taking an anti-depressant, an idea that I was not outright opposed to, but one I was hesitant about.
I also sobbed on the phone to my breast care nurse and she was the one who phrased it the right way and made me see sense about taking it. So I did and I've been so much better for it.
I still get sad and cry (I had some shockers in hospital after my operation) but I function so much better. I've been feeling a bit down and anxious the last three days but it's not stopping me from doing stuff. I've got the option of increasing the dose, we'll see. I don't want to be on it forever but I think I have to work on the old brainbox before easing down and out.
So that's my mental health story. It's a watching brief, and as I strongly believe in removing stigma, you'll know what happens next! K xox