After so much effort to improve my mental health, a depressive episode kinda ruined it all

I'm a college student, and my depression started senior of high school, alongside bulimia and general anxiety. Back then, I didn't open up to anyone. I was so afraid that someone would find out that I purged a lot, and my parents complained about my irritability a lot.

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I waited until college to get help because I would have more freedom, and I finally did. I went to counseling sessions, exercised often, ate healthy, and opened up to my very supportive friends. I saw a psychiatrist and she prescribed me with fluoxetine. I've been taking it for only 2 weeks so I don't feel any difference yet. But just a few days before that, I started my current depressive episode and things went down. I have no appetite, no energy to even get up from my bed, let alone exercising. I spend a lot of time on my bed while can't sleep. I started missing class because I couldn't get out of bed, and the thought of everything falling apart even discouraged me to go out even more. My mind is in no shape to study, while it is now final season and I have major tests and assignments due. And my mood is, of course, lower than sea level.

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My coping strategies have been working temporarily so far: sleep even more, stress-starve, watch a lot of Youtube videos, text my younger sister (she is the only family member I trust enough to open up), paint my nails and maybe do some nail arts, and reading Tumblr for depression and eating disorder memes.

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I'm coming back home with my parents and sister temporarily for two weeks before going back to my university because I work as a summer advisor. There are a lot of stressors at home, and by that time, my medication should have kicked in. I don't know if by then, my depressive episode has gone, has gotten any better, or whatever. I don't want to get back to purging because I'm experiencing negative consequences of eating disorder, and I want to recover.

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I want my parents to know more about mental disorders and illnesses, so when I break the news, they would be more supportive than worried. Ironically, I am a Psychology and Linguistics major, but I don't have the gut to tell my parents, because they still financially support me through college, and I don't want to be, or feel like a burden to them. I appreciate all advice and stories from you guys.

Submitted May 05, 2019 at 07:14AM by SoullessGwen http://bit.ly/2UYWINT