Medication for Anxiety

After a while, Marie got quite upset at the new, unexplained and unexpected deterioration in her condition.

Her first instinctive reaction was to retreat from the world until the nasty thing went away. It soon became obvious to her that this was, in fact, making her worse. She started having panic attacks for no obvious reason - sometimes several in a day. She was anxious all the time. She was unable to work. She started to become afraid to go out in the car with me - even the short distance to Joseph's school. She almost completely stopped functioning as a mother. Her days were either spent sleeping or online, talking to other sufferers. Eventually Marie decided that she would try anything that might help. It was the constant state of anxiety that was getting to her the most. So, for the first time ever, she rang that doctor and asked if there was some form of medication that she could take to alleviate her anxiety. Marie was always against taking medication; her theory was that if they worked, then she would have to take them for ever to prevent the condition returning. Better to be "cured" without meds, she believed.

The doctor prescribed Cipramil (citalopram). To be reviewed after 4 weeks or so.

The first two weeks on meds saw Marie get even worse, but her doctor and online friends, many of whom had taken/were taking citalopram, told her that this is normal and fades away after 2/3 weeks. And they were all correct. Marie's anxiety level is much lower now. So much so, that we were able to go to Brighton to see her sister - unthinkable a few weeks ago. She has resumed her previous rôle as fun mummy.

Oddly, Marie's monophobia has neither deteriorated nor improved over this period. Weird world, isn't it?

Agoraphobia & Anxiety get even worse...

My blogging hiatus is over. For the moment at least :) Free time, always a precious commodity, has become very scarce. Looking after an agoraphobic wife, my immediate family and business, while also attending to my wider family when required, has exhausted my free time and most of my energy...

For Marie, things have gone from worse to worse.

She is almost housebound. Her only escape is by car and she is even becoming anxious about going out that way. Gone are the days of driving trips to the shops/scool/friends' houses. No more visits to shops or any unfamiliar address. She is constantly in a state of anxiety. Not only is she regularly irritable with me, but also with the children (particularly Orla), who cannot understand what is going on. I have had to increase my parenting time and duties, which has caused me to pay less attention to my business.

Despite the inappropriateness of the timing and with only a minimal effort on my part, my business has been expanding. While in strictly financial terms this is good, in logistical terms it is an unwelcome extra burden.

At the end of May, the children and I spent a quite enjoyable week in Ireland, visiting Jenna, the only one of my children that doesn't live near me. Here is Joseph in front of her house.
Jenna now lives in a typical sprawling urban housing estate (with all the inherent problems of this type of area). In social terms it's a retrograde move, but now that she has much more contact with her mother she seems happier and that's all that really matters.

Orla and Elisha (my grand-daughter, 13 days younger than Orla) enjoyed each others' company.

They are both "Dora The Explorer" fans, and here they are sleeping with their "Dora's" in "Dora" night-clothes.

We went out as much as we could and the children had a terrific time. The highlight of our trip was a visit to Marble Arch cave complex.

The weather was wall-to-wall sunshine, while back in the southwest England cloudbursts and other extreme weather conditions were prevalent - this was the (very welcome!) opposite to the norm.

Marie went to her parents' house where she (she told me) she had an "okay" time. She seemed glad to return home. Anticipatory anxiety (about my impending trip to Ireland) was no longer a viable reason for her heightened anxiety and no substitute reason was offered. It's a mystery.

Optimism is waning. Does it show?

Agoraphobia winning

Things aren't going so well for Marie at the moment. Not only is her agoraphobia worse, but her general anxiety level is worse too.

But we didn't let it ruin our second wedding anniversary! It was on Thursday last. While the children were being looked after by big sister Colleen, Marie and I went to a posh Italian restaurant where we had a wonderful romantic meal and enjoyed the relaxed ambience. The romantic mood lasted late into the night...

Marie is unhappy about what she perceives to be the worsening of her condition, but not depressed. She is determined to fight it...she just hasn't decided how, yet. On a personal level, I also believe that she can turn this around and recover lost ground. It might take a while, that's all.

Meanwhile, Orla has had a growth spurt and is now tall enough to mount Joseph's old bicycle (still in almost pristine condition). I had to attach the stabilisers (of course) before I showed her how to work the pedals and the brakes. However, at the tender age of 33 months, I think Orla did exremely well to master the bicycle within 30 minutes. She's justifiably pretty proud of herself and keen to hone her new skills. We got mummy to come to the front door to witness her achievement and offer well-deserved praise. Our little girl is growing up!