In the last few weeks I’ve started and discarded about four blogs. Every time I start one I decide it’s not worth it. My excuse? Accutane.
In case you didn’t know I’ve been on accutane since April of this year to sort out some incredibly painful cystic acne.
How is it going? Great as far as my skin is concerned, everything else? Not so much
Accutane has been known to exacerbate anxiety and depression, both of which I have, both of which I am unmedicated for. I have absolutely no objections to medication. I have had counseling and have slowly learned to live (cautiously) with my anxiety and recognize my depression and (let’s say) work away from it.
Unfortunately I’ve been finding that harder and harder to do. Panic attacks are getting more and more frequent. I barely want to leave the house let alone get out of bed and the fear that it’s not just the medicine exacerbating it is overwhealming.
I went off the medication both when we went to Orlando and for most of the time we were in Michigan but being with close friends or family I tend not to worry about my anxiety as much which in turn makes my anxiety better (if that made sense to you, you might have anxiety)
So I went off it for a few days this week as well just to see what it’s like at home not surrounded by friends. Actually I primarily did it because I had the worst headache I’ve ever had in my life (that’s saying something) brought on by dehydration which was in turn brought on in part due to the medication. Luckily my husband got me rehydrated relatively quickly and within 12 hours I was feeling quite well again. Within two days of not taking the medicine I was back to rummaging around in my craft room looking for something to do. On day three I had made plans for longer term projects. Something I haven’t done in a while. I’m only retrospectively realizing that it may be due to exacerbated anxiety and depression that I’ve not started any major projects (ok to be fair I took two days off when I did the bathroom too) or finished any small ones (and that bathroom mirror still isn’t hung) even regular household chores which I normally find comfort in the routine of have fallen by and become utterly neglected.
Unfortunately on the night of day three I dutifully took my dose of medicine. I have yet to be told by my dermatologist when my end date will be. Every time I ask she just avoids direct answers. I cannot go another month on this let alone three. My skin has been wonderful with it but eventually the side effects are simply too much. At this point I don’t care if the cysts come back worse than before, I miss myself more than I like my new skin.
Here is a cat to cheer you up.
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The cat is very cute! I can completely relate to your post. Thank you for sharing this with us. I am following you so I can read more.
Thank you for the follow, it’s not something I normally talk about but I’ve been struggling lately and it’s good to open up
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I feel a lot better writing on here it helps me to make sense of my thoughts and also feels ease. I hope it helps you too. Keep writing!
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I am so sorry you are going through that. It’s probably so tough to choose between acne or having really bad anxiety / depression because both seriously suck. Props to you though for trying. I hope things get better !