a dream
Bluelighter
(I hope this is an appropriate place for this)
I got halfway through writing this post and realized it was way too long, so here's the short version:
I'm depressed: anhedonic, not interested in people, few emotions. Last year I started using drugs, starting with weed. But that didn't really help the depression much, so I got a prescription for Wellbutrin (bupropion), a stimulating antidepressant. That actually increased my motivation, and motivated me to do more drugs, so I tried a few psychedelics - all were fine - but then used 6-APB way too much, which resulted in severe anxiety. I went on an antidepressant to stop the anxiety, which worked, but resulted in hallucinations, which I then stopped with an antipsychotic. The antidepressant also caused mania, so I had to stop taking that. After that I was still feeling depressed, so I was prescribed a few mood stabilizers, none of which worked and one of them even made me suicidal.
So now I'm out of any good psychiatric drug options. I recognize this is a bad idea, but I've decided to go back to using recreational drugs. Why do I feel compelled to do this even though I think it's a bad idea?
Here's the TL;DR version of my post, not that anyone will read it:
I've been depressed for most of my life, but most of the time got by without any treatment. My main symptoms are anhedonia, disinterest in relationships/other people and limited emotions. In the past, my life goals gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning, and were enough to keep me from feeling too bad. I didn't use any drugs, save for a few positive psychedelic experiences, and alcohol, and prescription stimulants during college. But now that I've achieved my main goals, I'm horribly depressed and unmotivated. I started self medicating with weed, which improved my mood somewhat but didn't help with motivation at all. After a few months, I was barely able to get by at work. I desired some sort of escape, and wanted to recreate the positive psychedelic experiences I'd had in the past. Then I started taking Wellbutrin (bupropion, a stimulating antidepressant), and that gave me the motivation to keep going, but also motivated me to do more drugs.
So last August I started taking more drugs. I had a few good experiences with shrooms, an okay time with 5-MeO-MiPT and a horrible time with 25i-NBOME. I also tried 6-APB, and enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a little too much, and used it every weekend for a few weeks. Bad idea. By the end of the month I experienced a panic attack with no apparent trigger, and had anxiety so bad that I couldn't go to work for a week. My doctor prescribed an SSRI, Zoloft (sertraline), and that instantly fixed my anxiety problem. It also gave me minor hallucinations; it started with very minor breathing-type visuals on things like pictures of galaxies of space (the Mac OS X wallpaper). Despite being on Zoloft this I continued to try 6-APB every week or two. In October I began to experience depersonalization, and then brief hallucinations of objects that weren't there, like cats, people, and cars.
In November I finally decided to seek psychiatric care. I was immediately prescribed Zyprexa (olanzapine), a sedating atypical antipsychotic. This effectively killed the hallucinations. But at that time, the SSRI was making me almost manic - I was spending tons of money on things I didn't need, scheduling lots of vacations - both of which caused me to fail to meet my savings goals, and skipping lots of work. In December, I began to see the harm the SSRI was causing to my finances, and stopped taking it. This made me more depressed again, and resulted in more prescriptions, and less drug usage.
In January, my psychiatrist prescribed the atypical antipsychotic Abilify (aripiprazole, in addition to Wellbutrin and Zoloft), as an add-on antidepressant. It didn't make me feel any less depressed, but it did provide a nice motivation boost, but I've been on it since. Around this time I became unable to tolerate weed - I'd get anxiety and my heart rate would get high, causing me to go to the ER once when it reached 180 bpm. After a month on Abilify+Zyprexa I started to develop akathisia, a sort of restlessness caused by antipsychotic drugs, and stopped taking Zyprexa. In March, after the Zyprexa withdrawals were no longer bothering me, I was prescribed Lamictal (lamotrigine), a mood stablizer normally prescribed for bipolar patients. It didn't help much at first, so I was then prescribed lithium, another mood stabilizer usually prescribed for bipolar patients. But lithium appeared to have no benefit and had unpleasant side effects, so we dropped it.
As we increased the dose of Lamictal, I eventually became suicidal, and just last Friday I realized that the drug was responsible for it. Which leads me to today. I'm tired of trying all these different psych drugs and not having good results. The remaining choices don't seem promising - anything with side effects of sedation or decreased mental capacity are no good for me, as I work in an intellectually demanding field and have enough trouble as it is getting out of bed. SSRIs are out of the question because they make me manic, antipsychotics are never an ideal treatment, and I have no reason to believe that any other mood stabilizer will help me. Which means I only have Wellbutrin, good enough to keep me going to work and paying the bills, but not enough to stop me from being miserable all the time.
So now I want to go back to recreational drug use again. This time hopefully smarter, doing more research, dosing more conservatively, spacing experiences out appropriately, etc., but I'm not confident I will really do any better than I did before. I feel like it's a bad idea. One friend said I'll end up in a psych ward.
But I've already decided, and am planning to start up again this weekend. I intend to tell my psychiatrist that I no longer want to take antipsychotics, and only want to take Wellbutrin, Adderall, and Xanax, none of which interfere with the recreational drugs I plan to use. And for the sake of honesty I should tell her I plan to start using drugs again.
If this is really such a bad idea, and I recognize it's not a good idea, why does it feel like the right thing to do?
I got halfway through writing this post and realized it was way too long, so here's the short version:
I'm depressed: anhedonic, not interested in people, few emotions. Last year I started using drugs, starting with weed. But that didn't really help the depression much, so I got a prescription for Wellbutrin (bupropion), a stimulating antidepressant. That actually increased my motivation, and motivated me to do more drugs, so I tried a few psychedelics - all were fine - but then used 6-APB way too much, which resulted in severe anxiety. I went on an antidepressant to stop the anxiety, which worked, but resulted in hallucinations, which I then stopped with an antipsychotic. The antidepressant also caused mania, so I had to stop taking that. After that I was still feeling depressed, so I was prescribed a few mood stabilizers, none of which worked and one of them even made me suicidal.
So now I'm out of any good psychiatric drug options. I recognize this is a bad idea, but I've decided to go back to using recreational drugs. Why do I feel compelled to do this even though I think it's a bad idea?
Here's the TL;DR version of my post, not that anyone will read it:
I've been depressed for most of my life, but most of the time got by without any treatment. My main symptoms are anhedonia, disinterest in relationships/other people and limited emotions. In the past, my life goals gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning, and were enough to keep me from feeling too bad. I didn't use any drugs, save for a few positive psychedelic experiences, and alcohol, and prescription stimulants during college. But now that I've achieved my main goals, I'm horribly depressed and unmotivated. I started self medicating with weed, which improved my mood somewhat but didn't help with motivation at all. After a few months, I was barely able to get by at work. I desired some sort of escape, and wanted to recreate the positive psychedelic experiences I'd had in the past. Then I started taking Wellbutrin (bupropion, a stimulating antidepressant), and that gave me the motivation to keep going, but also motivated me to do more drugs.
So last August I started taking more drugs. I had a few good experiences with shrooms, an okay time with 5-MeO-MiPT and a horrible time with 25i-NBOME. I also tried 6-APB, and enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a little too much, and used it every weekend for a few weeks. Bad idea. By the end of the month I experienced a panic attack with no apparent trigger, and had anxiety so bad that I couldn't go to work for a week. My doctor prescribed an SSRI, Zoloft (sertraline), and that instantly fixed my anxiety problem. It also gave me minor hallucinations; it started with very minor breathing-type visuals on things like pictures of galaxies of space (the Mac OS X wallpaper). Despite being on Zoloft this I continued to try 6-APB every week or two. In October I began to experience depersonalization, and then brief hallucinations of objects that weren't there, like cats, people, and cars.
In November I finally decided to seek psychiatric care. I was immediately prescribed Zyprexa (olanzapine), a sedating atypical antipsychotic. This effectively killed the hallucinations. But at that time, the SSRI was making me almost manic - I was spending tons of money on things I didn't need, scheduling lots of vacations - both of which caused me to fail to meet my savings goals, and skipping lots of work. In December, I began to see the harm the SSRI was causing to my finances, and stopped taking it. This made me more depressed again, and resulted in more prescriptions, and less drug usage.
In January, my psychiatrist prescribed the atypical antipsychotic Abilify (aripiprazole, in addition to Wellbutrin and Zoloft), as an add-on antidepressant. It didn't make me feel any less depressed, but it did provide a nice motivation boost, but I've been on it since. Around this time I became unable to tolerate weed - I'd get anxiety and my heart rate would get high, causing me to go to the ER once when it reached 180 bpm. After a month on Abilify+Zyprexa I started to develop akathisia, a sort of restlessness caused by antipsychotic drugs, and stopped taking Zyprexa. In March, after the Zyprexa withdrawals were no longer bothering me, I was prescribed Lamictal (lamotrigine), a mood stablizer normally prescribed for bipolar patients. It didn't help much at first, so I was then prescribed lithium, another mood stabilizer usually prescribed for bipolar patients. But lithium appeared to have no benefit and had unpleasant side effects, so we dropped it.
As we increased the dose of Lamictal, I eventually became suicidal, and just last Friday I realized that the drug was responsible for it. Which leads me to today. I'm tired of trying all these different psych drugs and not having good results. The remaining choices don't seem promising - anything with side effects of sedation or decreased mental capacity are no good for me, as I work in an intellectually demanding field and have enough trouble as it is getting out of bed. SSRIs are out of the question because they make me manic, antipsychotics are never an ideal treatment, and I have no reason to believe that any other mood stabilizer will help me. Which means I only have Wellbutrin, good enough to keep me going to work and paying the bills, but not enough to stop me from being miserable all the time.
So now I want to go back to recreational drug use again. This time hopefully smarter, doing more research, dosing more conservatively, spacing experiences out appropriately, etc., but I'm not confident I will really do any better than I did before. I feel like it's a bad idea. One friend said I'll end up in a psych ward.
But I've already decided, and am planning to start up again this weekend. I intend to tell my psychiatrist that I no longer want to take antipsychotics, and only want to take Wellbutrin, Adderall, and Xanax, none of which interfere with the recreational drugs I plan to use. And for the sake of honesty I should tell her I plan to start using drugs again.
If this is really such a bad idea, and I recognize it's not a good idea, why does it feel like the right thing to do?

