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Mental Health Coming off Invega/Xeplion (paliperidone) injections v. 9

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DrZaius1 said:
My life feels like such a waste, I spent all these years learning about stuff and acquiring new skills just to be destroyed by a dangerous drug like Invega.

I complained to the Psychiatrists and several Doctors that all did nothing, I also called the manufacturer who was no help either.

It‘s unfortunate it wasn’t banned years ago and will continue to be administered despite people killing themselves because of it.
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I'm so mad at psychiatry but I won't tell them how toxic it is because if I would, they would think I'm not taking the pills.
Gotta play smart with them, but I'm burning from anger inside.
 
DrZaius1 said:
My life feels like such a waste, I spent all these years learning about stuff and acquiring new skills just to be destroyed by a dangerous drug like Invega.

I complained to the Psychiatrists and several Doctors that all did nothing, I also called the manufacturer who was no help either.

It‘s unfortunate it wasn’t banned years ago and will continue to be administered despite people killing themselves because of it.
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in our case it is time that restores us the more the months pass the more we feel alive again try to have a healthy diet, hydrate well and above all sleep well
 
TonyTonyChopper said:
nah highly unlikely its permanent, like im currently reading version 2 and so far only 2 people never recovered. The person who started this whole thread narshe and this lady named rosi
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I’m so grateful that they started this thread guys. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone. The horror of going through this alone. I don’t know that I would have ever healed. I remember leaving the hospital thinking something is different. I truly felt disconnected from my brain. I felt off in so many ways. For the first time I felt mentally slow. I thought to myself what was in that injection that the doctors gave me. I felt fine until those injections. I jumped online and started reading the horrible reviews. I thought to myself well I can still feel love right? I could still feel the sensation of it. For the next few weeks I’d continuously hug my niece and nephews. I’d continuously hug my daughter. I thought well if everything else goes, as long as I can feel something I’ll be alright. I would continuously hug my pets too. In two weeks I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I just laid in my bed. No appetite. No desire to stay hydrated. No desire to shower. No I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t nap. It was living torture. I couldn’t cry to release my frustration. At some point I thought to try and have an orgasm. I thought maybe I could feel something. I lay there and have one. It was so hard to have one. I could barely feel anything at all. I went on Amazon thinking maybe I could buy some pills to feel happy. I felt depressed. The depression wouldn’t leave. I purchased some natural pills called happy or something like that. I didn’t notice a difference. I joined this online Invega group on Facebook. I joined this Anhedonia site too. Someone mentioned the discord app. I believe that same person mentioned Bluelight too. It was my friend Karen that recently told me that she healed. Without these online sites I wouldn’t of had anyone to talk to. I wouldn’t have known that other people shared my same experiences. I wouldn’t of met Bojana. Invega is such a nightmare to experience. Every day I am grateful to have healed from that wickedness. I truly try to thank God if I remember to. We are so lucky guys to notice that we didn’t feel right. Just imagine if I continued to take that poison. I was told I’d have to take it for the rest of my life. I advocated for myself. I said no I don’t feel right. My period has completely stopped. I have hormonal acne all over my back and shoulders. I said I can’t sleep. I have no hunger or thirst signals. That medication caused this. Those psychiatrist tried to convince me to continue taking it in exchange for talk therapy. Sometimes they would call me. They tried to convince me for over a year to take that poison. Just knowing that some people are forced to take it just angers me. I am living proof that all of you can heal. I was a walking skeleton when they injected that toxic mess into my system. They couldn’t inject my arm because I was too little. They injected it into my ass. I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I had the first injection. I thought to myself. I still feel the same. They gave me the second injection a few days later. I immediately realized that something was different. I felt really cold. I set inside the art room of the mental hospital waiting to be released. I felt disconnected from reality. I was shaking. I felt really cold. When they released me some one stole my shoes. They had to give me a pair of shoes out of the lost and found. I remember feeling dizzy while riding in my step dads car home. When I got out of the car I couldn’t walk straight anymore. I had this shuffled walk for the first time in my life. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t stop pacing. My mom would continuously ask me if I took my medication. She knew me my whole life guys. I never had medication. My cousin died seven hours after picking him up from the hospital. He was walking from the store and a blood clot traveled to his heart. They found him slumped over on the side walk dead. He was in his thirties. I felt guilty for picking him up from the hospital. He was at that hospital for swelling in his leg. He had a history of having blood clots. They released him from the emergency part. He asked me to pick him up. After his death I could barely sleep. I was barely eating. They claim I went into a psychosis. That’s how I ended up in the hospital. I was grieving. I only needed some nutrition and some sleep. I felt fine in the hospital. I just wanted to go home. I resisted taking Invega. I was held for three weeks or more. One of the men in the facility would repeatedly threaten to rape me like he did his daughter. I gave in and was ready for the injection knowing I’d be released shortly after. I wanted to see my daughter go to homecoming. I missed being around my dogs and boyfriend. I was tired of seeing the funeral home come pick up bodies from the hospital from my window. That was my only view from my window in that hospital. We are very lucky to have communication with each other. I will stick around to continue to uplift and encourage all of you. I have family that tell me to just move on with my life now. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I couldn’t be that light in darkness to somebody else. It would be selfish of me to just walk away. I might of had to have that experience to help someone else through theirs.
 
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Kiaf852 said:
I’m so grateful that they started this thread guys. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone. The horror of going through this alone. I don’t know that I would have ever healed. I remember leaving the hospital thinking something is different. I truly felt disconnected from my brain. I felt off in so many ways. For the first time I felt mentally slow. I thought to myself what was in that injection that the doctors gave me. I felt fine until those injections. I jumped online and started reading the horrible reviews. I thought to myself well I can still feel love right? I could still feel the sensation of it. For the next few weeks I’d continuously hug my niece and nephews. I’d continuously hug my daughter. I thought well if everything else goes, as long as I can feel something I’ll be alright. I would continuously hug my pets too. In two weeks I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I just laid in my bed. No appetite. No desire to stay hydrated. No desire to shower. No I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t nap. It was living torture. I couldn’t cry to release my frustration. At some point I thought to try and have an orgasm. I thought maybe I could feel something. I lay there and have one. It was so hard to have one. I could barely feel anything at all. I went on Amazon thinking maybe I could buy some pills to feel happy. I felt depressed. The depression wouldn’t leave. I purchased some natural pills called happy or something like that. I didn’t notice a difference. I joined this online Invega group on Facebook. I joined this Anhedonia site too. Someone mentioned the discord app. I believe that same person mentioned Bluelight too. It was my friend Karen that recently told me that she healed. Without these online sites I wouldn’t of had anyone to talk to. I wouldn’t have known that other people shared my same experiences. I wouldn’t of met Bojana. Invega is such a nightmare to experience. Every day I am grateful to have healed from that wickedness. I truly try to thank God if I remember to. We are so lucky guys to notice that we didn’t feel right. Just imagine if I continued to take that poison. I was told I’d have to take it for the rest of my life. I advocated for myself. I said no I don’t feel right. My period has completely stopped. I have hormonal acne all over my back and shoulders. I said I can’t sleep. I have no hunger or thirst signals. That medication caused this. Those psychiatrist tried to convince me to continue taking it in exchange for talk therapy. Sometimes they would call me. They tried to convince me for over a year to take that poison. Just knowing that some people are forced to take it just angers me. I am living proof that all of you can heal. I was a walking skeleton when they injected that toxic mess into my system. They couldn’t inject my arm because I was too little. They injected it into my ass. I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I had the first injection. I thought to myself. I still feel the same. They gave me the second injection a few days later. I immediately realized that something was different. I felt really cold. I set inside the art room of the mental hospital waiting to be released. I felt disconnected from reality. I was shaking. I felt really cold. When they released me some one stole my shoes. They had to give me a pair of shoes out of the lost and found. I remember feeling dizzy while riding in my step dads car home. When I got out of the car I couldn’t walk straight anymore. I had this shuffled walk for the first time in my life. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t stop pacing. My mom would continuously ask me if I took my medication. She knew me my whole life guys. I never had medication. My cousin died seven hours after picking him up from the hospital. He was walking from the store and a blood clot traveled to his heart. They found him slumped over on the side walk dead. He was in his thirties. I felt guilty for picking him up from the hospital. He was at that hospital for swelling in his leg. He had a history of having blood clots. They released him from the emergency part. He asked me to pick him up. After his death I could barely sleep. I was barely eating. They claim I went into a psychosis. That’s how I ended up in the hospital. I was grieving. I only needed some nutrition and some sleep. I felt fine in the hospital. I just wanted to go home. I resisted taking Invega. I was held for three weeks or more. One of the men in the facility would repeatedly threaten to rape me like he did his daughter. I gave in and was ready for the injection knowing I’d be released shortly after. I wanted to see my daughter go to homecoming. I missed being around my dogs and boyfriend. I was tired of seeing the funeral home come pick up bodies from the hospital from my window. That was my only view from my window in that hospital. We are very lucky to have communication with each other. I will stick around to continue to uplift and encourage all of you.
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Hello, how long after stopping did you regain hunger and thirst?
 
Kiaf852 said:
I’m so grateful that they started this thread guys. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone. The horror of going through this alone. I don’t know that I would have ever healed. I remember leaving the hospital thinking something is different. I truly felt disconnected from my brain. I felt off in so many ways. For the first time I felt mentally slow. I thought to myself what was in that injection that the doctors gave me. I felt fine until those injections. I jumped online and started reading the horrible reviews. I thought to myself well I can still feel love right? I could still feel the sensation of it. For the next few weeks I’d continuously hug my niece and nephews. I’d continuously hug my daughter. I thought well if everything else goes, as long as I can feel something I’ll be alright. I would continuously hug my pets too. In two weeks I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I just laid in my bed. No appetite. No desire to stay hydrated. No desire to shower. No I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t nap. It was living torture. I couldn’t cry to release my frustration. At some point I thought to try and have an orgasm. I thought maybe I could feel something. I lay there and have one. It was so hard to have one. I could barely feel anything at all. I went on Amazon thinking maybe I could buy some pills to feel happy. I felt depressed. The depression wouldn’t leave. I purchased some natural pills called happy or something like that. I didn’t notice a difference. I joined this online Invega group on Facebook. I joined this Anhedonia site too. Someone mentioned the discord app. I believe that same person mentioned Bluelight too. It was my friend Karen that recently told me that she healed. Without these online sites I wouldn’t of had anyone to talk to. I wouldn’t have known that other people shared my same experiences. I wouldn’t of met Bojana. Invega is such a nightmare to experience. Every day I am grateful to have healed from that wickedness. I truly try to thank God if I remember to. We are so lucky guys to notice that we didn’t feel right. Just imagine if I continued to take that poison. I was told I’d have to take it for the rest of my life. I advocated for myself. I said no I don’t feel right. My period has completely stopped. I have hormonal acne all over my back and shoulders. I said I can’t sleep. I have no hunger or thirst signals. That medication caused this. Those psychiatrist tried to convince me to continue taking it in exchange for talk therapy. Sometimes they would call me. They tried to convince me for over a year to take that poison. Just knowing that some people are forced to take it just angers me. I am living proof that all of you can heal. I was a walking skeleton when they injected that toxic mess into my system. They couldn’t inject my arm because I was too little. They injected it into my ass. I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I had the first injection. I thought to myself. I still feel the same. They gave me the second injection a few days later. I immediately realized that something was different. I felt really cold. I set inside the art room of the mental hospital waiting to be released. I felt disconnected from reality. I was shaking. I felt really cold. When they released me some one stole my shoes. They had to give me a pair of shoes out of the lost and found. I remember feeling dizzy while riding in my step dads car home. When I got out of the car I couldn’t walk straight anymore. I had this shuffled walk for the first time in my life. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t stop pacing. My mom would continuously ask me if I took my medication. She knew me my whole life guys. I never had medication. My cousin died seven hours after picking him up from the hospital. He was walking from the store and a blood clot traveled to his heart. They found him slumped over on the side walk dead. He was in his thirties. I felt guilty for picking him up from the hospital. He was at that hospital for swelling in his leg. He had a history of having blood clots. They released him from the emergency part. He asked me to pick him up. After his death I could barely sleep. I was barely eating. They claim I went into a psychosis. That’s how I ended up in the hospital. I was grieving. I only needed some nutrition and some sleep. I felt fine in the hospital. I just wanted to go home. I resisted taking Invega. I was held for three weeks or more. One of the men in the facility would repeatedly threaten to rape me like he did his daughter. I gave in and was ready for the injection knowing I’d be released shortly after. I wanted to see my daughter go to homecoming. I missed being around my dogs and boyfriend. I was tired of seeing the funeral home come pick up bodies from the hospital from my window. That was my only view from my window in that hospital. We are very lucky to have communication with each other. I will stick around to continue to uplift and encourage all of you.
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happy that you are cured, enjoy life as it should be, avoid drugs and other bullshit to avoid relapses, take care of yourself
 
Youwillrecover said:
I took shrooms. While they dont hit the same yet i woke up and i feel fresh. Depression is much less and i feel more content.
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Sounds like its worth trying.
Luckily I don't suffering from depression, but I do have anhedonia, lack of emotions, lack of sensitivity on my dick and sexual desire, hard to concentrate and absorb information, no appetite, takes a lot of time to fall asleep etc.
 
UnluckyXeplion said:
Sounds like its worth trying.
Luckily I don't suffering from depression, but I do have anhedonia, lack of emotions, lack of sensitivity on my dick and sexual desire, hard to concentrate and absorb information, no appetite, takes a lot of time to fall asleep etc.
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Yeah they were giving me the trippy feelings where it felt awesome after 6 months in previous olanzapine recovery. Its scary how much these injections last
 
Kiaf852 said:
I’m so grateful that they started this thread guys. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone. The horror of going through this alone. I don’t know that I would have ever healed. I remember leaving the hospital thinking something is different. I truly felt disconnected from my brain. I felt off in so many ways. For the first ....
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Wow thanks for sharing and I'm glad your still with us, your healing story inspires us to keep going. If I do recover I will also stick around for future antipsychotic victims and give them some hope . It pisses me off that they hand out these dangerous drugs like candy to people dealing with trauma, grief like you over your cousin RIP to him. I heard they even injected bojana for depression , like why not give antidepressants , why give strong neurotoxic drug like invega to someone suffering from depression like bojana and look what happened, it resulted in her death RIP. I myself did have a real episode of psychosis but I'm not schizophrenic I just abused super potent marijuana concentrates which led me to being injected 9 times.
 
Youwillrecover said:
I took shrooms. While they dont hit the same yet i woke up and i feel fresh. Depression is much less and i feel more content.
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yeah the reason the shrooms aren't hitting as strong is because the newer generation antipsychotics like abilify block serotonin 5h2a receptor which gets stimulated alot by psychedelic's. If you can feel something from the shrooms is good it means its not fully blocked yet and will clear up in the next few months.
 
TonyTonyChopper said:
Wow thanks for sharing and I'm glad you’re still with us, your healing story inspires us to keep going. If I do recover I will also stick around for future antipsychotic victims and give them some hope . It pisses me off that they hand out these dangerous drugs like candy to people dealing with trauma, grief like you over your cousin RIP to him. I heard they even injected bojana for depression , like why not give antidepressants , why give strong neurotoxic drug like invega to someone suffering from depression like bojana and look what happened, it resulted in her death RIP. I myself did have a real episode of psychosis but I'm not schizophrenic I just abused super potent marijuana concentrates which led me to being injected 9 times.
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Bojana was such a beautiful person. I truly hope that she is at peace now. I recently attended my daughter high school graduation. I watched her walk across the stage and grab her diploma while I was holding my grand daughter. You’d never know how bad I suffered. To be alive is a beautiful thing again. I am so happy in my life right now. I am dealing with a break up after years of being with the same guy. I am trying to adjust to the change. I try to live in the moment every day. When my daughter talk to me now I really listen. When I am in nature I really pay attention to everything around me. I have gratitude for everything. I celebrate life now to the fullest. I make sure to say thank you to people helping me. Going through that nightmare changed me for the better. All of you should look forward to healing. Life will be sweeter after going through this. You’ll never be the same again. I don’t think about what happened to me anymore. I try to laugh every day. I get dressed up and go different places. I am more confident within myself. I was a people pleaser before all of this. Not anymore. I don’t take shit from no one. Surviving Invega only made me stronger. They should make a documentary about overcoming this poison. I look at photos that was taken shortly after that medication. My eyes look blank. It looks like I didn’t even have a soul. I wanted to delete those photos. I could barely look at them. I keep them as a reminder of what I’ve accomplished. I don’t look like that person anymore. I try to share my story with people.
 
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UnluckyXeplion said:
I wish to inject my psychiatrist with at least one Xeplion injection, and let's see if he still believe in his theoretical knowledge bs.
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They wouldn’t take it. They wouldn’t allow their family to take it either. They witness the change in people. I believe it empowers them. It strokes their ego. They feel in control. They’re some demented individuals.
 
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