Prior to going into treatment in August of 2009 I stopped taking my antidepressants (Paxil). I had been taking them since 1993 and truly felt that I was perhaps misdiagnosed. I haven't taken any since.
Since that time I was clean for 9 months and 25 days decided to use again and was deep into my addiction for a few months. I now have 17 months and 26 days clean and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Finally, at 41 years of age, I feel somewhat comfortable in my own skin. For the most part...
I've noticed that I have no interest in those things I once enjoyed. The ambivalence and general apathy has been progressing. Lately, I find myself struggling to get out of bed and, once I do manage to get up, I simply relocate to the sofa.
Thoughts of suicide have been quite frequent. These are just thoughts but they are reminiscent of thinking patterns I used to have and I don't like it.
I find myself believing fantastical scenarios that I create in my head. I KNOW they are bullshit but I accept them as truths.
So now I have a new reality I need to face. Its time to go back on antidepressants. The results were positive last time but the side affects were intolerable. I guess I need to learn how to tolerate them in order to live normally.
My plan is to try St. John's Wort prior to diving into the realm of a pharmaceutical solution. I'll give this stuff a month but, I gotta say, I'm skeptical.
I hate that this is necessary but there is no avoiding it. I see no real purpose in anything and that's a problem that needs to be addressed no matter what.
Consequences can be harsh sometimes but I was the one who fucked with my brain's chemistry so I need to accept it, work on a solution and move the fuck on.
Since that time I was clean for 9 months and 25 days decided to use again and was deep into my addiction for a few months. I now have 17 months and 26 days clean and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Finally, at 41 years of age, I feel somewhat comfortable in my own skin. For the most part...
I've noticed that I have no interest in those things I once enjoyed. The ambivalence and general apathy has been progressing. Lately, I find myself struggling to get out of bed and, once I do manage to get up, I simply relocate to the sofa.
Thoughts of suicide have been quite frequent. These are just thoughts but they are reminiscent of thinking patterns I used to have and I don't like it.
I find myself believing fantastical scenarios that I create in my head. I KNOW they are bullshit but I accept them as truths.
So now I have a new reality I need to face. Its time to go back on antidepressants. The results were positive last time but the side affects were intolerable. I guess I need to learn how to tolerate them in order to live normally.
My plan is to try St. John's Wort prior to diving into the realm of a pharmaceutical solution. I'll give this stuff a month but, I gotta say, I'm skeptical.
I hate that this is necessary but there is no avoiding it. I see no real purpose in anything and that's a problem that needs to be addressed no matter what.
Consequences can be harsh sometimes but I was the one who fucked with my brain's chemistry so I need to accept it, work on a solution and move the fuck on.

