33 Male, NSW, Australia.
I am currently on 40mg Ritalin daily.
My mental and physical state:
For childhood context, I grew up in an emotionally and physically abusive household. My mother and I took the brunt of it. From this, I developed Long-term maladaptive daydreaming as a coping mechanism when I was a teen.
This also led to me being diagnosed with depression and ADHD, whether accurately is currently in question.
Due to reasons I will get into later, I have been socially isolated for at least 10 years.
During those teen years, I was taking escitalopram (An SSRI antidepressant) 40mg for 10 years. They had a strange effect in that they never really helped as much as I wished they did.
But they made me comfortable in the isolation and circumstances that I should never have been comfortable in; I would describe it as they put a smile on my face while rolled around in my own shit.
Around December last year, I made the decision to get in shape and get my life some kind of order. I wanted to become a police officer.
Even then I knew it was an odd choice, but I felt law enforcement would be a way to help people, or at least run through red lights without getting a ticket.
I came to the belief, either rightly or wrongly, that being on an antidepressant would be a hindrance in becoming a police officer.
I made the inadvisable and life-threatening choice to cold-turkey my antidepressants, just cut them off one day completely. I expected headaches, depression, and mood swings.
What I actually got was that I felt better than I ever had in my life; I felt mentally, physically, and emotionally clear. I lost a lot of weight, about 12 KG in one month.
I was confident and creative; out of nowhere I decided to write a 96-page screenplay after never even attempting anything like it. That lasted for about a month to a month and a half.
Then things went downhill considerably, physically and mentally. I stopped eating for days; I would lie in bed, listening to music, and cry for hours. I got random aches, pains, and brain freezes.
One morning out of nowhere, my heart nearly exploded; my bpm was at 200 had to go to the hospital. They suspect an electrical issue with my heart and are investigating.
At this point, my therapist began to suspect I was Bipolar; the question is still open if I am or if this is protracted withdrawal syndrome, or something else entirely.
I am also beginning to suspect it was four days ago my mood randomly peaked; I felt Better, not as good as the start of the year. But better than any time since my crash.
Employment history, Carer aspect, Etc
I have been a personal carer for my mother essentially since my early 20's. She was in a car accident and needed help at home; for context, this is a government-paid pension sort of thing in Australia.
Her need for assistance varies; sometimes she needs a lot of help, sometimes a little. I also have had my fair share of mental issues. We leaned on each other considerably.
I have attempted to get employment outside of my carer duties but something always came up.
In 2011, I got a Diploma in marketing and attempted to go to college; I had anxiety attacks too severe to allow it at the time.
In 2017, I got a diploma in real estate and got licensed, but before I could get employed, my mother had a complete mental breakdown.
Half her family died in a car crash overseas, and I woke one night to her locking the doors and windows, screaming about a ghost trying to SA her.
She ended up in a local psych ward for a week till what remains of her family made the hospital get her out. She has calmed considerably since then.
Since then, I have been with her. She can't drive anymore. She has her good days and bad.
The Current day:
During my early year possible Mania, I made the decision to go to TAFE (Australian trade school) to become an electrician. Due to my carer status, this was a relatively cheap course I could take, and I believed it had Yesterday was my first day, and it went poorly.
I couldn't focus. The mathematics was simple, yet I could barely wrap my head around it. Math was never my strong suit; when I did my real estate diploma, I never studied and got through fine on instinct. I assumed this might be the same; I think I was wrong.
I have no idea if I should try to tough it out or drop out and reassess.
I don't know if this is a bipolar thing, if this is somehow my baseline, if this is a longer withdrawal than I anticipated.
My real fear is I am 33 with no work history beyond being a carer; I need to go beyond that, I have no life beyond her.
I intend to keep living with my mother partially for financial reasons, and she still needs me.
I have no one to talk to about this, no one to get advice from. I don't know what to do. I am so quietly ashamed of the state of my life right now
Any advice would be appreciated.