My name is Amanda and I have depression. actually many years ago, I was diagnosed with Chronic Major Depression and Panic Disorder.
On June 24th 2012 I made the difficult decision to accept my depression and to begin treatment with ant depressant medication. I had been battling Chronic Major Depression with panic disorder and panic attacks for a number of years. specially after my car accident in 2008. when I was hit by a car walking my bike home. I was hit while walking and had had knee surgery 15 weeks prior, the accident had a serious impact on my physically and changed my life for ever. Between that , and other physiological troubles and trouble staying compliant with my diet, my life was a mess and the depression robbed me of the quality of life that I deserved. My life was a constant battle with my emotions, self confidence and image. It was a merry go round of ups and downs. I could barely leave my house with out a panic attack. spent many years being dependant on cole for everything. I refused to drive and could not hold a job. Cole would work all day and then come home and have to drive me around because I could not be on my own and could not drive.
Over the years I had tried managing my depression with various means such as counselling, anti anxiety meds and various anti depressants but I never stuck to any treatment and had a hard time admitting I needed help. Also Cole is against medications and being on pills so i tried to manage on my own and keep it to myself just how much I was struggling and I could not really talk to anyone about what I was going through. I felt week and like a failure. I felt like I let my friends down, my family and coles family. I did not like myself. Could not understand why cole put up with me , or why he stuck around.
I hated myself and how my life was going. I felt so weak and when friends and family around me told me to get over it or try harder I took it hard. telling me to do something about it or just do it was not helping.
I had talked to my pku clinic and family doctor many times about it , and they always recommended “pills” but i could not get around the astigmatism of depression and “pills” so i tried managing on my own by pretending I didnt need help or have a problem. The anti depressants i had tried through out the years I never stuck to , I had every excuse not to, to many side effects or not working, or when they would work id take myself off them after a while. Not being able to justify being on pills but also figuring i didnt need them any more and could manage on my own. As a nurse I know how important it is to stay on a medication even when its working, you cannot stop. But I told myself these things anyways.
Finally in 2012 I sat down with my clinic one more time and my dieticians told me, it was not my fault and just like my brain needed my formula and my low protein diet, my body needed the pills to regulate the serotonin. I had a chemical imbalance in my body and though my depression started with circumstances and life events, adults with PKU even when on diet do not make enough serotonin and its common for pku adults to struggle with depression.
So cole and I had a very long talk and talked about the pros and cons, just how much I was struggling to have a normal life and how my depression has controlled my life for so many years, and our relationship. How much weight I carried on my shoulders for letting everyone down, how bad i felt about being dependant on him, for not being able to be independent and to look after myself on my own. Also about how badly the panic attacks scared me. I had a break through and realized i could not keep living my life the way I was living it. I wanted better for myself and for us. I wanted a brighter future and I wanted to be coles equal and to be independent on my own. i wanted to hold a job, to not live my life in fear and in the chronic pain I was living in. I wanted to spend my life with him , to get married and have children, to travel and be a friend people could be proud of. I wanted his family to be proud of me and my own. I wanted to deserve him and his unending love. I did not want to make him resent me or one day realize he didn’t want this life and to be held back like this.
So I went to my doctor and on June 24th 2012 I started on a 10 mg dose of Ciprelex. i had side effects for 2 weeks before i started to notice the changes.
1 year later I feel like I am the strongest I have ever been, I haven not had any panic attacks. I am more active. I feel so much more free. I drive, I have my own car, I work . I have had the same job for 10 months and I have been working in a full time night line since March. I go out during the day on my own and visit my few new friends or even just on own. Going to the grocery store even is a big deal to me. because I can do it on my own. having my own money and my own car has opened up doors for me. I am proud of all the changes in my life. There has been so big ones to.
Moving to a new town and a new city being the biggest. Leaving my friends and family behind and starting a new life , a new chapter and a fresh start. This is something I never thought id have for myself. Now we own our first home and we are doing so well. I am truly happy.
We are planning on travelling this year, and we are talking about starting a family sometime in the i hope not to distant future.
I know now, I could have never made these changes on my own, it was not just the pills either. The support i have had from cole , our friends and family have gone along way. I see things differently now to. I am a much more positive and drama free person. I feel stronger and I walk a little taller.
I don’t talk about my depression, or what I have gone through to often, in fact, until this post, most people , friends and family probably didn’t no. Well I am sure they knew I had depression and anxiety from my actions and my life, but I have never really come out and said it , or that I am on medication. However I am no longer ashamed. I cant help it and its apart of me. Just like my PKU. But it does not control me any longer, because I made the decision to take back my life.
Its been a long journey , and a lot of work. I can see the light now. I had hopes and dreams and I know what it is like to be truly happy and I appreciate my life, my family and my friends. I am not ashamed of my past now and who I was . I had to get through that to be who I am today.
I know now, no matter what happens, I will be ok. I have learnt to live my life and take one day at a time. every morning I wake up, is a fresh start and a chance to do what I didn’t do yesterday.


















































