Antibiotics were pumped into my weak body and I soon became very dehydrated. I was then admitted to a ward where they discovered from tests that I was fighting some sort of virus but they had no idea what it was. It should have no effect on me and my life.
He told me parents that he couldn’t take me on in the neurology ward, that there was nothing neurologically wrong with me and the cyst is a pineal cyst which is one of the most common brain cysts. One of the top neurologists examined me in the emergency department. My reaction to the discovery “Everything makes sense now, it all makes sense.” So the cyst on my brain was causing all these symptoms we thought, my strange and erratic behavior, extreme fatigue, loss of speech, extreme anxiety and my fuzzy mind. Not even 24 hours after my MRI, I got rushed to the emergency department with a cyst on my brain the size of a golf club. I was rushed to a private clinic to get an MRI. She told my parents, this isn’t psychologically, it neurological. She got a stick and rubbed it up and down my foot to which I had no reaction to. The next day, a very clued in psychologist did a simple neurological test on me. Imagine falling asleep on the 31st August and not knowing you wouldn’t breathe fresh air, laugh or cry, tell your boyfriend where you are and what’s happened to you, tell your friends you miss them, not do any of this or anything in fact till the 12th November.Ĭlick on the image to see more photos of Hannah I fell asleep and I wouldn’t wake up till the 12th November.
After I knocked back the medication that wasn’t helping whatsoever, the nurse left the room and I closed my eyes.
#DEPERSONALIZATION CURE STORIES FULL#
A nurse walked in with a cup full of antidepressants and sedatives. Fuzzy being the word I best used to describe the torture that was going on in my mind. The room was spinning and I couldn’t think straight. I remember lying in the dark, cold room in the psychiatric unit with brown, thin bed sheets, I was so tired and confused. I couldn’t speak because this neurological disease had taken my voice and my life. I couldn’t stop the psychologists and psychiatrists diagnosing me with mood disorder after mood disorder. My speech was so bad that I couldn’t even stop all of this happening to me, I couldn’t stop my parents driving me to this psychiatric hospital and admitting me. I couldn’t eat without feeling nauseous, I was sleeping all the time, I couldn’t sit still and I couldn’t get the words out to tell my family I loved them. Then they decided to add in borderline psychosis, at that stage they had written me off and didn’t think to listen to how I was actually feeling which was scared, alone and not mentally sick. This was after spending 36 hours in a psychiatric unit where I was diagnosed with (initially) depression and anxiety. I was admitted into hospital on the 31st August, 2017, just twelve days after my 21st birthday. A cocktail of treatment that I was given in fact, I unfortunately wasn’t responding to treatment.
Thankfully she was right despite what the doctors were saying and how my body was reacting to treatment. She used to tell my mam and I as I got sicker “The darkness before the dawn,” meaning things often seem at their worst just before they get better. This woman was in the bed next to me for six weeks or so, who I used to cuddle into when I was scared. I didn’t know who she was or how I knew her. She hugged me and looked at me as if she knew me. When I first woke up this woman called Martina and her daughter came into visit me. Hannah, from Dublin, was diagnosed with Anti-NMDAR encephalitis.
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