Mental Health Coming off Invega/Xeplion (paliperidone) injections v. 10

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I hate it when people stay stuff like your future is in your hands… like it’s literally in the hands of a drug I didn’t want to take
 
Making songs for my newest album, talking about dealing with brain damage. Hope you guys find time to tune in.

Going to bed
 
You’re believing ChatGPT over medical studies and what your literal doctor said. This is exactly why I advised you to ignore using ChatGPT as a medical resource.

Read the medical study I linked, reading just the abstract and conclusion is enough to gain understanding.

Start taking SJW if you want Invega to get out your system quicker
ChatGPT has contributed to suicides and some accidental deaths. It's not real information. The whole thing is an illusion of intelligence. It will also make you stupid.
 
Walking the lake, keeping akathisia at bay- while in contemplation about my recovery. I’m hoping by month 3 I’ll be at least partially recovered- in so that I can read a book, relax, engage with my video games with more focus. As of now, I’m cognitively impaired to the point where I can’t focus on anything and struggle with household tasks. The three month guys in the chat-did you find any alleviation of symptoms induced by Invega.

Thank you.
 
Glad you’re close to complete recovery.
I felt very far from myself. I was very emotional, empathetic and intelligent and I lost all of those traits to these drugs. My cognition has recently returned and I feel that it is running at 85-95% capacity. I feel again, I react, I sense my environment. I feel sort of like someone who lost their superpowers, though. There are some sparks in my soul.

Today my friend randomly decided to visit the grave of her grandparents on our way home, a rare visit for her. She's in a transistory period of her life and everything is getting better, but harder at the same time and I guess she wanted to visit the dead about it. Graveyards made me cry in the past, and at first I thought it wouldn't. It started out silly, me and my friend like to wave at cemeteries as we go by, so we did as we pulled up. "Hi dead people!" Then I thought about how the cemetary will be an archeological site in the distant future, like all tombs before it. We spent some time with her grandparents and started exploring the cemetery. I thought about how the headstones and grave artefacts left by loved ones told me things about the people who died. You could tell who was rich and who was poor. (but they all ended up the same) Some had benches at the graves, one headstone even was a bench (I sat on it respectfully). That made me think of the kind of person who would put a bench at gravesites. Frequent visitor, attatched to the deceased, who was beloved in life. The dead were good parents who loved their kids, and they loved them, or perhaps the bench was for their living partner. I started walking around looking at grave art and artefacts. There were a lot of interesting custom engravings. One headstone caught my eye. It was a giant arrowhead and it marked the grave of a 19 year old Native American boy, on his family's plot. A lot of interesting and beautiful artefacts there, some cultural. Then I found graves of people who were married for life and their graves gave me the impression that they loved each other a lot. My favorite one had an engraving of a characterture drawing one of them made and it seemed like they had a lot of fun together, there was a lot of love and joy in that drawing. Something finally made me cry in the grave yard, it was just so beautiful. Then I started finding WWII veteran graves. Inspired by Schindler's List and my like 1% Ashkenazi heritage, I put a rock on each of them and a big one to someone who died with honors. I think the world needs heroes like them again. The government is scaring me, man. Then I found some baby graves and cried about that.

I was having very real and normal (for me) grave yard thoughts. I felt very present, feeling the absence of others and the love left behind. The permanence of it all.

@rawbanana You still have a chance to live a good life. Please don't give up. You won't regret waiting, but you would regret killing yourself. Never kill yourself.
 
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The reason is the injection you recieved,nothing else. That's what is causing it.you think they're going to give you dopamine agonists
Yes They know the injections is the cause, they mean “why” i think, like dopamine deficency or serotonine or both. I explained them that injections are the cause and they know that.

He told me that he never seen lasting effects for over some months, but because of this is not like he don’t belive i have lasting effects for 14 months.
 
Yes They know the injections is the cause, they mean “why” i think, like dopamine deficency or serotonine or both. I explained them that injections are the cause and they know that.

He told me that he never seen lasting effects for over some months, but because of this is not like he don’t belive i have lasting effects for 14 months.
The fact is that the protocol say that before the depot they should give oral pills at least for 21 days at the minimum dosage, then they can do the first depot that can’t be more than 25mg, then they can give more depot every 14 days.

With me they started “cold blood” with a 50mg depot (max dose) then They gave me 1mg oral for the next 11 days then they gave me the second depot at the 12nd day.

I don’t have to be a doctor neither a scientist to understeand that my brain got a chemical shock because of this approach and this is the cause of my lasting sympthoms.
 
I felt very far from myself. I was very emotional, empathetic and intelligent and I lost all of those traits to these drugs. My cognition has recently returned and I feel that it is running at 85-95% capacity. I feel again, I react, I sense my environment. I feel sort of like someone who lost their superpowers, though. There are some sparks in my soul.

Today my friend randomly decided to visit the grave of her grandparents on our way home, a rare visit for her. She's in a transistory period of her life and everything is getting better, but harder at the same time and I guess she wanted to visit the dead about it. Graveyards made me cry in the past, and at first I thought it wouldn't. It started out silly, me and my friend like to wave at cemeteries as we go by, so we did as we pulled up. "Hi dead people!" Then I thought about how the cemetary will be an archeological site in the distant future, like all tombs before it. We spent some time with her grandparents and started exploring the cemetery. I thought about how the headstones and grave artefacts left by loved ones told me things about the people who died. You could tell who was rich and who was poor. (but they all ended up the same) Some had benches at the graves, one headstone even was a bench (I sat on it respectfully). That made me think of the kind of person who would put a bench at gravesites. Frequent visitor, attatched to the deceased, who was beloved in life. The dead were good parents who loved their kids, and they loved them, or perhaps the bench was for their living partner. I started walking around looking at grave art and artefacts. There were a lot of interesting custom engravings. One headstone caught my eye. It was a giant arrowhead and it marked the grave of a 19 year old Native American boy, on his family's plot. A lot of interesting and beautiful artefacts there, some cultural. Then I found graves of people who were married for life and their graves gave me the impression that they loved each other a lot. My favorite one had an engraving of a characterture drawing one of them made and it seemed like they had a lot of fun together, there was a lot of love and joy in that drawing. Something finally made me cry in the grave yard, it was just so beautiful. Then I started finding WWII veteran graves. Inspired by Schindler's List and my like 1% Ashkenazi heritage, I put a rock on each of them and a big one to someone who died with honors. I think the world needs heroes like them again. The government is scaring me, man. Then I found some baby graves and cried about that.

I was having very real and normal (for me) grave yard thoughts. I felt very present, feeling the absence of others and the love left behind. The permanence of it all.

@rawbanana You still have a chance to live a good life. Please don't give up. You won't regret waiting, but you would regret killing yourself. Never kill yourself.
I also feel like I lost my superpowers. Without them, what meaning does life have? It’s not fair. I don’t want to kill myself, but I also don’t want to wait through years of pain just to never fully recover.
 
The fact is that the protocol say that before the depot they should give oral pills at least for 21 days at the minimum dosage, then they can do the first depot that can’t be more than 25mg, then they can give more depot every 14 days.

With me they started “cold blood” with a 50mg depot (max dose) then They gave me 1mg oral for the next 11 days then they gave me the second depot at the 12nd day.

I don’t have to be a doctor neither a scientist to understeand that my brain got a chemical shock because of this approach and this is the cause of my lasting sympthoms.
Yeah they put me on the pill for like 2 or 3 days before the shot
 
Today i was able to partially sleep for 3hours the afternoon, now i came to wake up but I’m tired i want o to stay more on the bed, this is strange, never happened before
 
Yeah they put me on the pill for like 2 or 3 days before the shot
This is malpratice, sue them, i did, for malpratice and for the violation of my right to be fully informed before giving consent to take this drug and for not letting me out the psych ward when I was healed but keep me there against my will, I’m waiting for news about it..
 
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