Originally Posted by BlueCarGal

I saw a young couple with a baby who looked like my Rachel about the time she died. No, not "like." It was as if Rachel had come back. They saw the way I was looking at her but misinterpreted it. "Want to hold her?" dad asked, holding her out. She reached out to me & laughed, one of those rolling laughs that seldom comes to anyone until adulthood.

My Rachel had that too.

I don't remember much between then & about my 3rd day in hospital. I had flashes of memory, of my cat trying to get me up, of the phone ringing, of my 3 best friends coming & telling me I had to go to hospital, giving a choice of which one. I was there six weeks. The intake people listed me as suicidal, but that wasn't an issue. I had plans. I had tickets! For New Mexico for Thanksgiving & Brittany over Christmas & New Years.

The pdoc I drew from the staff pdocs (just luck? Oh, right!) spent quite q bit of time with me, according to my roomie, during those 1st 72 hrs. She was the one who set aside the 57-yr-old diagnosis for me of Clinically Depressed. She started me on gabapentin, 200mg at first, up to 600mg for a month, then tapered down to 100 on discharge. I have been better ever since. The med change was central. I later was bothered by side effects so my new pdoc changed me to Topamax.

Oh, it was a good psych unit too.

Yes, Bobby, I'd give the Topamax another try. I've had all sorts of anti-depressants & anti-anxiety meds, but none of them in any dosage or combination have done what this little pill did when combined with Cymbalta. Blew me away!