it could be centered in anxiety and I've considered meds in the past but havent wanted to go on them.
YMMV, but FWIW: I resisted meds for YEARS. There's an anxiety form of depression, which is the one I get. I don't get weepy or whatnot when I'm in the midst of it. What happens to me is I progressively can't function. I'll spend 8 hours on the couch doing absolutely nothing but staring off into space & then get up at the last possible moment, sleepwalk through the rest of my day, go to bed, get up again because I can't sleep, watch horrible TV or zone more, nap, repeat. All that time, I can't shut off my brain. Not that I have any idea what I'm distracted with, what problem I'm working through....it's just noise. Beer was great for self-medicating, as it dulled all that & actually worked as an upper for me....it made me want to engage.
I'm prone to depression, but I think the severity of this bout was kicked off with PPD that I never shook, which was only made worse by a second pregnancy & then the toxic hell that is depression feeding itself.
Anyway, my doc put me on Zoloft to fix my brain. And she gave me Ativan to use as needed for anxiety. This particular mix can be dangerous for an alcoholic, like me. The first six weeks were the worst because I had to go off beer. Completely. I tried like hell to bargain my way into keeping it...I practically begged the pharmacist to give me the OK, and she insisted I stay sober until 6 weeks had passed. I did still drink from time to time after that, but overall, I let the meds do their thing.
I took my Zoloft all the time. I only took the lowest possible dose of Ativan when it was absolutely necessary (generally, after I'd been a dumbass & gotten drunk the night before, messing with my serotonin levels).
My doc said I might need them for a year, might need them for life, but the year was a minimum time frame, as it takes that long to fix your brain.
Anyway, when I get overmedicated on Zoloft, all of my symptoms come back with a vengeance. When that started happening on a low therapeutic dose, I decided to ween off since it had been 18 months.
I did fine. I am fine. My brain works again. I can feel things again. I don't think there are adequate words to express my relief & gratitude for that. Every so often, something will trigger a depressive episode, but here's the cool thing: For me, Ativan can snap it, completely, with a low dose. If I don't allow it to progress & take over, one lil' half pill can nip the episode in the bud. I still have days where I feel sad, but that's different, and I know it. It's also OK to have days where I feel sad--I need to experience those emotions, too, since they've been buried for so long.
Anyway, I was a stubborn idiot for years & did the "I can beat this on my own" thing. But when there's something chemically off in your brain, the odds are good you can't. My only regret is not recognizing my depression sooner. I didn't realize that's what it was, truly, or the extent of it until I read a "you might be depressed if" checklist & read my life. For me, fixing that would have fixed so much more in my life, as without that correction, real healing would not be possible for me.