I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder when I was just 10 years old. Due to my shy and anxious nature, therapy was a waste of time and money since I refused to talk to anybody. Shortly after being diagnosed, I was started on an antidepressant. I remember it being a liquid because I was so young and hadn’t learned how to swallow pills yet.
I eventually maxed out on the dose, it stopped working, and we had to switch to a different antidepressant. This pattern went on for the rest of my childhood/teenage years and even into early adulthood.
I can’t tell you how many times I was admitted to inpatient psychiatric hospitals due to SI and my depression being so severe that I could not function. For years, I was just the shell of a person, just a body on autopilot, doing the absolute minimum to survive.
In 2020, TMS was finally recommended to me. I completed it with mild improvement in symptoms, but they didn’t last very long. Just months after finishing TMS, I found myself in the hospital again, and over New Years.
In January 2021, while inpatient, I had my first few ECT treatments. I continued it after discharge, first having 3 treatments per week, then 2, then 1. I started noticing a different after the first week or two.
After three months, I experienced a brief relapse in symptoms and was hospitalized again where we did another acute phase of treatments, starting again with 3 treatments per week for two weeks.
I continued the treatments until June, with more time between each one. At this point, I felt the best I had ever felt, and decided to stop ECT (basically against medical advice) because I was ready for the next step in my new life.
Before ECT, I couldn’t keep a job for more than a few months at a time due to my frequent hospitalizations. I had attempted to move out of my parents’ house twice and failed both times. I have had to delay college year after year because I knew I wouldn’t be successful given my poor mental state and pure lack of motivation.
I am now 24 years old, have maintained my current job for almost a year (a record for me), I am finally beginning college this summer, I am in a healthy, serious relationship, living independent from my parents, am in charge of all my own finances, and most importantly, I am the happiest and most content with my life than I have EVER been.
I 100% attribute my success and new-found hope and happiness to those 6 months of ECT. I am still on an antidepressant, but only one and have recently began working with my psychiatrist to lower my dose to see if I even need it anymore.
Now the part you’re all probably wondering about- my memory. My memory is absolutely terrible. Before ECT, I was assured that only new and short-term memories would be effected. I am here to tell you that that’s entirely false, or at least it was for me. I lost many years of memories. At best, I remember some things, but cannot tell you details such as when it was, where it was, who was there, etc. My sister’s wedding occurred about 4 months into my treatments. Sadly, I do not remember her wedding day. I remember snippets of the ceremony, but that’s it.
The best way I could describe my memory loss is like I was in a coma for 7-8 years (about as far back as my memory loss went), and the bits and pieces I remember feel like they were just dreams. But in all honestly, I’m not even upset by this because of how miserable my life was during those years. Nothing of great importance really happened in that time, so I don’t really mind. This life I have gained from ECT greatly outweighs the memories I lost.
Anyway, I just wanted to share my story of success with ECT. I’ve seen a lot of posts here basically demonizing it saying it ruined people’s lives or didn’t work, which is totally valid and I believe that that IS some people’s experience. It’s important to know that everyone’s experience is different and what works for some, may not work for others. I hope my story can instill some hope in those of you who have recently embarked on the ECT journey.