You were on risperidone pills ?
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Coming off Invega/Xeplion (paliperidone) injections v 12
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You were on risperidone pills ?
The max amount of time the drug stays in your system is 8 months . It then takes up to 1 year for your brain to recalibrate off the drug . That’s not accounting for the fact the drug deposits in the fat in your brain which also takes time to leave
Holy fuck sue those fuckers . No way the should give you three trinza injections in a month that’s genuinely life threatening . They aren’t supposed to go over a dosage as it can suppress your dopamine to the point you will be in agony . Take saint Johns wort immediately
Holy fuck sue those fuckers . No way the should give you three trinza injections in a month that’s genuinely life threatening . They aren’t supposed to go over a dosage as it can suppress your dopamine to the point you will be in agony . Take saint Johns wort immediately
Ciao & ShalomTitle: Waiting on bloods Tuesday — finally feel like I’m getting somewhere after Paliperidone damage
Just wanted to share where I’m at because for the first time in a long time I feel a small bit of hope.
I was given Paliperidone when I shouldn’t have been. It has left me with a blocked nose that won’t shift, chest tightness, and a nervous system that feels completely fried. It’s been brutal.
I’m now waiting on blood tests this Tuesday. Once the results come back, my doctor will look at my prolactin, thyroid, and vitamin levels, and then hopefully prescribe what’s needed.
The two I’m most hopeful about are Cabergoline and Levothyroxine. From everything I’ve read and been told, those two target the exact damage Paliperidone causes. If my levels come back abnormal, those meds should help open my nose and settle my chest.
I know it’s not an overnight fix. But for the first time I feel like there’s a reason to get up and push through. I’m not expecting miracles. I just want to breathe normally again and feel some ease in my body.
If anyone else has been through something similar after an antipsychotic injection, I’d appreciate hearing how you coped while waiting for bloods and meds.
Thanks for reading.
Just wanted to share where I’m at because for the first time in a long time I feel a small bit of hope.
I was given Paliperidone when I shouldn’t have been. It has left me with a blocked nose that won’t shift, chest tightness, and a nervous system that feels completely fried. It’s been brutal.
I’m now waiting on blood tests this Tuesday. Once the results come back, my doctor will look at my prolactin, thyroid, and vitamin levels, and then hopefully prescribe what’s needed.
The two I’m most hopeful about are Cabergoline and Levothyroxine. From everything I’ve read and been told, those two target the exact damage Paliperidone causes. If my levels come back abnormal, those meds should help open my nose and settle my chest.
I know it’s not an overnight fix. But for the first time I feel like there’s a reason to get up and push through. I’m not expecting miracles. I just want to breathe normally again and feel some ease in my body.
If anyone else has been through something similar after an antipsychotic injection, I’d appreciate hearing how you coped while waiting for bloods and meds.
Thanks for reading.
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I'm so scared. I probably will never recover from Trinza. What's the point of living if it's just going to be a miserable existence? My body is stiff, my sleep has gotten worse again, I have nightmares. Artificial intelligence says I had a severe overdose...
No I was on Xeplion, started with rispiridone pills
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My brain broke so many times from antipsychotic drugs. Antipsychotic drugs are living organisms that eat the brain. My brain repaired itself so many times that it dosnt see a point in repairing itself anymore. Now i just have to live with a broken brain.
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My brain broke so many times from antipsychotic drugs. Antipsychotic drugs are living organisms that eat the brain. My brain repaired itself so many times that it dosnt see a point in repairing itself anymore. Now i just have to live with a broken brain.
i have awful nightmare, bad sleep and stiff body- only thing to add is blocked nose - body feeling stiff really hurts my body is wrecked feels like death this happened to me a year ago
i have awful nightmare, bad sleep and stiff body- only thing to add is blocked nose - body feeling stiff really hurts my body is wrecked feels like death this happened to me a year ago
i believe this eat tons of fruit
Title: I had the momentum, the money, the music—then they broke my nervous system. Now I’m rebuilding from nothing.
Five years ago I was doing music. Real music. I was getting grants for thousands. I was blowing up in my city. Any girl I wanted, I could get. I still can. But that is not the point.
The point is I had momentum. I had money. I had movement.
Then the diagnosis came. And after that, everything started slipping.
I have ruined good relationships with good women. I have lost savings. I have lost peace. My dopamine is fried. My nose is blocked. My nervous system is shot. I wake up every day in a body that does not feel like mine.
I am not a crackhead. I am not some case note. I am a man who got pulled into darkness by people who did not mean me well. I was 17 with thousands in crypto, and a man 20 years older used to bleed my energy and my money. I spent it on weed. I lost connections. I got blacklisted from banks. I learned I could not rely on anyone but myself.
And still, here I am.
I have been gang stalked by people who did not know who they were dealing with. They thought I was just another one. They did not realise they were messing with a sun god. Now they are stepping back. Now they are quiet. Because they see.
But that does not undo the damage.
Right now I have no money. No proper home. I got kicked out of step down because I went to hospital with my heart and stayed at my girl’s for three days. That was enough for them to cancel me. I have an assessment in two days for new accommodation. It might come through. But what I really need is my own flat. My own space. My own peace.
I have a girlfriend. But it is not the one I would have chosen. She wants babies. I am not ready for that. Not like this. Not when I am still trying to find myself again.
I am a starseed. I operate above the lower chakras. Heart, intuition, compassion. That is how I move. Most people do not get that. Even family. Even lovers. They do not see the world like I do.
I need to be discharged from these services. I need my nervous system healed. I need my semen charged. I need my Kundalini whole again. I need a car. I need to be able to work and create and breathe without this weight.
I am not looking for pity. I am writing this because I am still here. Because I have lost so much, but I have not lost the fire.
I am cutting cords. I am moving low. I am coming back.
If anyone has been through the collapse—the real one—where you lose your mind, your body, your money, and your name all at once—then you know what I mean.
This is not the end. This is the rebuild
Five years ago I was doing music. Real music. I was getting grants for thousands. I was blowing up in my city. Any girl I wanted, I could get. I still can. But that is not the point.
The point is I had momentum. I had money. I had movement.
Then the diagnosis came. And after that, everything started slipping.
I have ruined good relationships with good women. I have lost savings. I have lost peace. My dopamine is fried. My nose is blocked. My nervous system is shot. I wake up every day in a body that does not feel like mine.
I am not a crackhead. I am not some case note. I am a man who got pulled into darkness by people who did not mean me well. I was 17 with thousands in crypto, and a man 20 years older used to bleed my energy and my money. I spent it on weed. I lost connections. I got blacklisted from banks. I learned I could not rely on anyone but myself.
And still, here I am.
I have been gang stalked by people who did not know who they were dealing with. They thought I was just another one. They did not realise they were messing with a sun god. Now they are stepping back. Now they are quiet. Because they see.
But that does not undo the damage.
Right now I have no money. No proper home. I got kicked out of step down because I went to hospital with my heart and stayed at my girl’s for three days. That was enough for them to cancel me. I have an assessment in two days for new accommodation. It might come through. But what I really need is my own flat. My own space. My own peace.
I have a girlfriend. But it is not the one I would have chosen. She wants babies. I am not ready for that. Not like this. Not when I am still trying to find myself again.
I am a starseed. I operate above the lower chakras. Heart, intuition, compassion. That is how I move. Most people do not get that. Even family. Even lovers. They do not see the world like I do.
I need to be discharged from these services. I need my nervous system healed. I need my semen charged. I need my Kundalini whole again. I need a car. I need to be able to work and create and breathe without this weight.
I am not looking for pity. I am writing this because I am still here. Because I have lost so much, but I have not lost the fire.
I am cutting cords. I am moving low. I am coming back.
If anyone has been through the collapse—the real one—where you lose your mind, your body, your money, and your name all at once—then you know what I mean.
This is not the end. This is the rebuild