I took imipramine for years and years, only half worked but half is better than none. It quit working.
I'm tired of taking all that stuff but I would have acute episodes in my 30's due to an unhappy marriage. I've always thought that if it weren't for these meds, I would have spent most of my life in a mental hospital. And it would have been shorter.
I've been though h*** this past year. My son killed himself on Dec 5, 2012. Some days my mood is stable as long as I keep busy. The minute my mind starts to wander, it's like everything I worked for and struggled for was for nothing and I miss my son so bad.
He left $1.5 mil life insurance, and changed the beneficiaries to my daughters. His wife is contesting it. I can't stand to look at her knowing it was because of her but I ache for the little 3-year-old son he left behind.
I have to go on and don't know if I'll ever see him again. His last words were he was done with me because I called the police trying to get him locked up long enough so he wouldn't kill himself.
I kind of blame myself for passing the family gene onto him only they said he was a little bi polar. Well, I am, too, but nobody accused me of that yet. I have depression, anxiety, disthymia, and OCD.