I've been taking Cymbalta for 3 years now, and I battle with depression everyday. Maybe I've been misdiagnosed? Maybe its Bipolar? Maybe the meds are not working or maybe they are working and I just don't realize it? There are so many days that I just want to stay at home and be a "Hermit". I make myself get up, get dressed and go to work and function like a "normal human being", but it is exhausting to me, to act like everything is fine. I'm tired and I'm afraid that I will end up being like my mother.
My mother battles with severe depression but won't admit it. She goes to work (as an office manager), but as soon as work is over, she goes home and she stays there! I call this her, "Hermitting Up". She won't go anywhere. She declines any invitation to do anything. Every time I call her, and I'm a good daughter and call often, she says that she is "cleaning her house". But,...the last few times I visited (I live several states away), her house was a disaster! She had not vacuumed in months. She has 2 little dogs (really sweet and cute ones) that she just lets go! She does not bath them or do there nails. One of them is a Pom. and his nails were so long, he could barely walk and his hair was a matted mess. She must go home and sleep all the time, because the dogs have gone potty all over the carpets. Its not like the poor little guys are not trying, because they are going to both the doors to go to the bathroom, they just can't get out. I've tried to talk her into getting a doggie door, or doing anything with her house for that matter, and she makes very excuse in the world to not do it. I think that she just does not want to be bothered with having someone there.
My mothers house is infested with mice. There were mouse dropping everywhere! All over the kitchen counters, the dining room table, the floors. I've spoken to her about the diseases that mice can carry. I've told her that she could die from this. She just blows me off. The frig. was unbelievable. Etc., Etc., Etc..
I simply sobbed and sobbed when I found my mother living in this state. She was not there to see me, of course. As far as she knows, I am up beat and great. I spent 3 weeks, (had to take additional time off work), cleaning her house. It is much better now, but still needs work. I have hired a house keeper and a guy to mow and trim her lawn. This is helping a lot. I've tried to talk her into coming and living with me but she won't. I remind her to take the dogs to the groomer and even send $ for this, but I don't know if she is taking them or not. She says that she is, but I've called her groomer and she has not. I try to take care of everything for her because she seems to be uncapable of taking care of anything herself.





Rena,
I understand how you worry about becoming your mother. I feel like her, going to work, coming home, and not doing anything. I have a husband, so I manage to minimally keep things up, although I can't find time to do anything else. I am hoping that my depression will remit enough to let me take charge of things. I don't think you'll be as bad off as your mother, though, because you're aware of her situation and trying to deal with depression instead of denying it. Just keep hanging in there; you're doing the right thing by looking out for her, but you can't resolve her issues if she doesn't admit she has a problem.
Thank you so much for the comment. It helps to have someone comment that has an idea what I'm talking about. I definately understand where you are coming from on the working and then not being able to do anything else. It does help to have someone else there with you. It kind of keeps you a bit more motivated to do a little bit any way. Do you seek medical help, (medications, therapy, etc.)? I wish that I could get my mother to help me to help her. I will not give up!
Again,...Thank You Very Much! Just your comment alone has made me feel much better. You are an Angel!