Hey ZombieMode,
I don't want to come off as rude, but are you 100% sure its the abilify thats causing you to be emotionally numb and lack willpower and energy? I ask because what you describe are classic symptoms of depression and abilify is actually used for treatment resistant depression. It is supposed to increase willpower, energy and even emotions. A lack of emotions and energy/willpower is also a common symptom of what psychiatrists like to call "schizophrenia" and also of depression.
Invega sustenna can definately make you numb emotionally as I think it seems to be mostly used for the "positive" symptoms like hallucinations while abilify is more often used for negative/depressive symptoms. Abilify though is a dopamine partial agonist and acts as an agonist at some serotonin receptors and an antagonist at others. its antagonistic effect on certain serotonin receptors is supposed to also have an antidepressant effect.
I'm not stating that its impossible that abilify has caused you massive suffering but I was just wondering if you are sure it really is the abilify? And what are the symptoms you got after taking it?
Hi Swisscurrie, no not rude at all no worries. I think strity summarised it pretty well. I have never known anything else with absolute certainty. The proof is in the experience. I had never previously taken any type of psychiatric drug in my life, and only once it was introduced to my system did I rapidly decline.
Just before I was imprisoned, I was a picture of perfect health. Not meaning to sound cocky in any way, but I really was. Working full time, studying full time came easy to me, whilst riding 60km's a day, training at the gym 5 days a week, surfing, skating, hiking... Morning sprints, yoga and meditation. I cannot fathom how I have lost everything in such a short space of time, and the only possible cause is the drug they forced into me.
I see it from your & a psychiatrist eyes, however. It is classic, textbook "mania", "schizophrenia", "depression", "bi-polar", fuck, who knows? They have labels for everything and anything. In my experience, it is all wrong, bullshit, and a devious tact they use to force their drugs into people. Unfortunately, the psychiatrists' have yet to experience any forms of good health, wellbeing, spirituality, or life in general. At least it surely seems. So, as a result, they believe the shit they were instructed from their superiors, and are not open-minded enough to understand that there is in fact a truth which destroys their belief systems.
They clearly do harm more people than good. Whether or not those people realize it, they are not helping anyone. They blatantly lie about marketing tacts such as "increasing willpower, energy and emotions", as in actual fact their poisons have the exact opposite effects.
I often wonder if they know this? How could they not? Well, because their entire system of psychiatry is based upon lies & harm they have answers (or, lies) to every possible comeback by their victims. They've had many decades to fine-tune their bullshit.
Mate, They've thrown all their labels at me, i've heard em all. Each of these quacks have their own opinions and judgements. They are not diagnosis', as there is no evidence. They are judgements which curse a person almost (and hopefully not) indefinitely. I've found a few psychiatrists who were big-time believers in this system. They saw the light, so to speak, and can now see the corruption they were once a part of. Few and far between.
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It's been over a year (i've lost track of time) since I last truly felt grass beneath my feet, the warmth and energy of the sun, the serenity & power of the ocean. I used to climb trees, look out into the distance, and smoke a few cones. I'd then jump back down, sit in some instinctive yoga/meditative poses and listen to my thoughts/emotions/feelings. I'd journal about it all, I was growing and evolving, at least, that's how I'd explain it. 4 months ago, today, I managed to escape from the system; but unfortunately, if anything, I've only gotten further away from the person I know myself as. I guess that this is an adjustment to not being on their drugs. I've forgotten what it means to be happy, to love, to feel, to exist with a purpose and direction. To sleep, dream, recover and heal, naturally.
I have never been so fat, balding, or just generally the epitome of a vegetable, and this was caused by the abilify I was forced to take! The final words the community "treatment team" said to me were exactly: 'we can stop torturing you now'. I was shocked, to hear those words. Yet, if I were to ever confront them for doing so, no doubt their response would be 'your ill', 'you're sick', etc.
I dunno anymore.
Just busy with this competition I made against myself: smoke obscene amounts of tobacco 'til I eventually drop dead. It's slow, but mostly pain-free, although depressing, yet, hopefully, it will bring an end to the suffering for me.
