Lady Codone
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As many of you may know (because I've talked about it so much lol), I've taken virtually every antidepressant drug on the market today. Here's a partial list of some of the tricyclics, antipsychotics, SSRIs, and other psychiatric meds I've been prescribed:
Effexor
Lexapro
Prozac
Luvox
Anafranil
Risperdal
Cymbalta
Elavil
BuSpar
Provigil
Desyrel
My relationship with these substances began at the age of 16 at the urging of various physicians, counselors, psychiatrists, and other "professionals". Though I've never been given an official diagnosis, the terms "depression", "OCD", "anxiety," and "phobia" have been used to describe whatever it is that is supposedly wrong with my brain.
Anyway, I began taking Prozac again in May of 2008 after gaining significant weight from quitting it a year prior (I'd put on 30 lbs. and was none too happy about it). This was the only reason I started taking it again, as I was experiencing nothing mentally that made me think I needed it. In fact, I actually felt BETTER without the Prozac, and my closest friends had even remarked that they liked me better without it (I'm more "fiesty" as they put it). Plus, my mom has enough Prozac stored up to last her years, so I figured, why not?
After one failed attempt to take a reduced 5 mg. dose by dumping out part of the powder contained in the pills that lead to me experiencing something horrible they refer to as 'akathisia', I said 'fuck it' and took the whole 20 mg. dose. I attribute the side effects mentioned above to be caused by an inconsistent dose resulting from my haphazard "dumping" of the pill contents.
Once on the 20 mg. dose for about a week, I began experiencing the typical SSRI "zombie" syndrome so many people describe: I was less enthusiastic, had more of a flat affect, and was generally less lively. Any time I should have had a strong emotion, good or bad, I would instead lay down for a nap until the feeling went away. The change was subtle and indescribable, but my roommate mentioned that she thought I seemed "different". I was willing to deal with losing a part of my personality if it meant getting back down to my fighting weight, so I continued taking my 20 mg. Prozac faithfully at bedtime each night like a good little girl.
Well, about 6 months into it, I still hadn't lost any of the weight I'd gained and began considering getting off the Prozac wagon again when life seemed calm enough to do so. Having had some truly terrifying experiences quitting psychiatric meds in the past, I knew what I was in for and wanted to make sure the mood was right, no pun intended.
Fast forward to February, and I was ready to start the long journey back to myself. I'd tried the cold turkey method in the past as well as an extended 3-4 month taper, both of which were pretty horrendous, so I decided to just quit taking it for a few days and see how it went. On the 4th day, my s/o informed me that they didn't get paid (it was payday) and that the company's payroll checks had been bouncing, and I just lost it.
I began crying, gasping for air, choking on my own spit, and just generally freaking out. I was inconsolable. I felt an indescribable need to "jump out of my own skin" and run away and kept saying things like "I have to get out of here" and "I can't do this" over and over between sobs and shrieks. It was like I was trapped in the most intense depression imaginable. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to take a Prozac despite being so upset and being totally convinced that the situation really warranted such a reaction. I also prepared some poppy pod tea, which immediately gave me back my composure so I could think things through logically.
The next day my roommate informed me that she'd really thought I was a danger to myself and was going to hide anything I could overdose on in the house. I was, and still AM, pretty embarrassed about the whole thing because the real me is in no way suicidal or hysterical when I'm not experiencing discontinuation syndrome from SSRIs. I haven't taken any more Prozac since about 48 hours ago, but plan to actually start the tapering process tomorrow when it's time for my next dose.
Unfortunately, this isn't the worst episode I've gone through while quitting psychiatric medication; when I quit my year-long run with Lexapro, I slapped and spit on my roommate after an 8-hour argument and then began having what the ER staff referred to as a 'pseudo-parkinsonian' reaction in which I was twitching and thrashing around uncontrollably. I've also tried to cut my wrists with a razor and done some other unspeakable things while attempting to quit my meds in the past, even with an incredibly slow, cautious taper, so I fear what's in store for me these next couple of months. I plan to use deep breathing techniques, yoga, meditation, nutritional supplements, and poppy tea/codeine as needed to help me get back to baseline.
In the meantime, I just hope nothing else too stressful happens...
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Effexor
Lexapro
Prozac
Luvox
Anafranil
Risperdal
Cymbalta
Elavil
BuSpar
Provigil
Desyrel
My relationship with these substances began at the age of 16 at the urging of various physicians, counselors, psychiatrists, and other "professionals". Though I've never been given an official diagnosis, the terms "depression", "OCD", "anxiety," and "phobia" have been used to describe whatever it is that is supposedly wrong with my brain.
Anyway, I began taking Prozac again in May of 2008 after gaining significant weight from quitting it a year prior (I'd put on 30 lbs. and was none too happy about it). This was the only reason I started taking it again, as I was experiencing nothing mentally that made me think I needed it. In fact, I actually felt BETTER without the Prozac, and my closest friends had even remarked that they liked me better without it (I'm more "fiesty" as they put it). Plus, my mom has enough Prozac stored up to last her years, so I figured, why not?
After one failed attempt to take a reduced 5 mg. dose by dumping out part of the powder contained in the pills that lead to me experiencing something horrible they refer to as 'akathisia', I said 'fuck it' and took the whole 20 mg. dose. I attribute the side effects mentioned above to be caused by an inconsistent dose resulting from my haphazard "dumping" of the pill contents.
Once on the 20 mg. dose for about a week, I began experiencing the typical SSRI "zombie" syndrome so many people describe: I was less enthusiastic, had more of a flat affect, and was generally less lively. Any time I should have had a strong emotion, good or bad, I would instead lay down for a nap until the feeling went away. The change was subtle and indescribable, but my roommate mentioned that she thought I seemed "different". I was willing to deal with losing a part of my personality if it meant getting back down to my fighting weight, so I continued taking my 20 mg. Prozac faithfully at bedtime each night like a good little girl.
Well, about 6 months into it, I still hadn't lost any of the weight I'd gained and began considering getting off the Prozac wagon again when life seemed calm enough to do so. Having had some truly terrifying experiences quitting psychiatric meds in the past, I knew what I was in for and wanted to make sure the mood was right, no pun intended.
Fast forward to February, and I was ready to start the long journey back to myself. I'd tried the cold turkey method in the past as well as an extended 3-4 month taper, both of which were pretty horrendous, so I decided to just quit taking it for a few days and see how it went. On the 4th day, my s/o informed me that they didn't get paid (it was payday) and that the company's payroll checks had been bouncing, and I just lost it.
I began crying, gasping for air, choking on my own spit, and just generally freaking out. I was inconsolable. I felt an indescribable need to "jump out of my own skin" and run away and kept saying things like "I have to get out of here" and "I can't do this" over and over between sobs and shrieks. It was like I was trapped in the most intense depression imaginable. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to take a Prozac despite being so upset and being totally convinced that the situation really warranted such a reaction. I also prepared some poppy pod tea, which immediately gave me back my composure so I could think things through logically.
The next day my roommate informed me that she'd really thought I was a danger to myself and was going to hide anything I could overdose on in the house. I was, and still AM, pretty embarrassed about the whole thing because the real me is in no way suicidal or hysterical when I'm not experiencing discontinuation syndrome from SSRIs. I haven't taken any more Prozac since about 48 hours ago, but plan to actually start the tapering process tomorrow when it's time for my next dose.
Unfortunately, this isn't the worst episode I've gone through while quitting psychiatric medication; when I quit my year-long run with Lexapro, I slapped and spit on my roommate after an 8-hour argument and then began having what the ER staff referred to as a 'pseudo-parkinsonian' reaction in which I was twitching and thrashing around uncontrollably. I've also tried to cut my wrists with a razor and done some other unspeakable things while attempting to quit my meds in the past, even with an incredibly slow, cautious taper, so I fear what's in store for me these next couple of months. I plan to use deep breathing techniques, yoga, meditation, nutritional supplements, and poppy tea/codeine as needed to help me get back to baseline.
In the meantime, I just hope nothing else too stressful happens...
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