Hi I just want to say hello, I don't know where to start really. I was initially diagnosed with depression about four years ago. This happened whilst I was at work where I am a teacher. I remember I was trying to teach a class but could not find my words and asked if I could see the school counsellor. I remember being told that it was ok to go home and when I went home I slept for days. I remember my partner saying that I would just wake up and go back to sleep. My brother took me to the doctors to see what i had, the doctor agreed with him and said i had depression. I was stunned, i didnt want to be depressed and i remember crying. I was given citalopram 20 mg. Eventually I made it back to work as i was only training at the time and was told I needed to come back as I wouldn't pass the training period. I started to feel better and i decided to stop the medication. That Christmas I freaked out my partner and son by demanding that insurance and mot certificates needed to be found as the car was due for it's road tax. I should also explain that I have two children from another relationship who I'm not allowed to see because my ex doesn't want my new partner to have nothing to do with them. My sister lives on the same road as me and my two other kids visited her all the time. I'm probably not making much sense but that Christmas eve I was verbally abusing my partner and she we were screaming and shouting at each other and she decided to reach for some tablets, in a panic I grabbed her by the hair and she started screaming and my son started crying and they left to run to my sisters. Luckily they came back and felt so ashamed at what I did that I vowed never to to get angry again. I went back to the gp to get some medication again and carried on taking it. In that summer I had a relapse again and I was alone with my son playing football and I kicked the ball into his face and I thought what have I done people are going to think I've done this on purpose so I contacted my local mental health doctor and explained what happened and felt that I was a danger to the kids and that i needed to be locked away she told me in that case I needed to go into hospital. This made me scared and I didn't know what to do and cried all the way home. I told my partner what I was told and I broke into tears and my eldest son started crying I was adamant that I needed to get away from my family as iwas a danger too them so I insisted on going into hospital. When I ws there it freaked me out and I realised this was not the place for me. I came out after pleading with staff to let me out since then I had my medicine increase to 60 mg and then changed to venlafaxine and am on 300mg as well as 600mg of qetiapine I have been in out of the job and decided to take this week off. I am so down sitting on the stairs wondering what should I do I have been taking lorazepam a maximum of 2 or 3 mg and wanted to come off with the help of my gp we tried to taper of it and she switched it to diazepam and now I have managed to stay off it for a few months and as soon as I get back to work I need to start taking it again. I am sitting at the top off my stairs crying and wondering if life is worth living any more. My partner loves me so much my two children with her love me so much. I love them with all my heart but I'm so scared that I might hurt tem and they'll leave. I was bought up by a mother who was very strict and used to beat me really badly and I remember I used to be so scared of even showing any signs of anger incase of the next beating. I still loved her dearly, but she died in a car accident and it left me devastated. I don't want you guys to think I'm horrible or anything I just didn't know where to turn too. I am tired of fighting this ilness I just want help sorry if it sounds confusing I've tried to make it sound as real as possible, I know my partner means well and she is feeling the effects and is so tired I worry for her so much. I know shell want me to go to work on Monday but I havnt got the heart to say I don't want too, I worried it will break her down. I've got an appointment to see my psychiatrist on Thursday and I am frightened they will tell me I need to go into hospital, I couldn't bare going back there. I hope somebody understands me even though it sounds confusing