RusselDunbar
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Hey there,
The fine people at /r/Drugs on Reddit pointed me to you guys.
The thing is, I have this question burning on my mind,
it's been on there for two whole years and has become somewhat of an obsession.
I'm no specialist at all of this, no PhD or M.D. or anything like that here.
My only knowledge about all this is what I've scrounged around on the internet.
I guess some backstory is major key.
Here comes a copy/paste from a Reddit post I made a few months ago,
Simply because I don't have the stamina to write it all up again, the Speed wearing off and all.
Do you think this story ends there? No, sorry, it doesn't. Ever since those faithful two weeks, I entered psychosis around 2-4 times a week for eighteen months. Some psychiatrists even go as far as saying that I never left the psychosis, that these eighteen months were one non-stop psychotic episode.
I do remember, after doing some digging during Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, anxiety induced psychotic episodes before all this happened. Long before, since early childhood, ever since I can remember.
I would get derealized, depersonalized, hallucinate, get extremely strong and powerful delusions along with paranoia and sometimes those mixed together into paranoid delusions.
Ever since I was a small child. I can't believe it myself, but I, now, highly suspect that I was born with some sort of prodromal Schizophrenia. Something that lies in wait, waiting to be triggered so it can strike, like a terrorist sleeper cell.
My question how ever is;
I know for a fact, and has it been confirmed by a number of psychiatrists and psychologists that I endured during those two weeks I had this major psychotic break, the Paradoxical Reactions of the Xanax. That the Xanax, instead of relieving anxiety, stress and pressure as it's supposed to do, did the exact opposite, induced more anxiety, stress and pressure, so much so that my brain couldn't handle it anymore and I entered psychosis. I went full on psychotic at work.
Now, I'm crystal clear on that part. For those of you not knowing what Paradoxical Reactions are, they are often called Benzo Rage from Benzodiazepines. But instead of getting ticked off as I keep hearing about people getting sometimes when they abuse Benzos, I got psychotic.
I haven't been able to dig up anything about anyone this has happened to on the internet, that Benzos can actually turn you psychotic, which leads me to believe that this is rare. So rare that there's nothing about it easily found on the internet. Which tells me that it's rarer than you'd even think. Because you can find some rare stuff on this internet we have here.
But again, I'm crystal clear on that part. However, what I'm wondering, is that whether the Xanax or the psychosis caused by the Xanax could have amplified this existing psychosis, this prodromal Schizophrenia if you will, into the full fledged Schizophrenia I have today? That the initial psychotic episode that happened over those two weeks during MAy of 2014, caused directly from the Xanax, could have pulled the Schizophrenia I have today out of it's dirty, disease ridden lair and into the open air?
As I said, those psychotic episodes I was having every couple of days, sometimes two days in a row, were completely unrelated to all anxiety. I could have been doing anything, relieving stress the old fashioned way, if you catch my drift, and out of the blue comes a psychotic episode.
So, I ask again, just to be clear; Is it at all possible that the Xanax possibly broke something inside my head that brought on this permanent disease I have today and will most likely have for the rest of my life?
I'm of course not saying that it wouldn't have eventually come out of it's shell, maybe.
I just refuse that it was all a coincidence, me having such a bad reaction to Xanax, AND possibly the onset of the Schizophrenia, a potentially life threatening disease, I have today.
Is it possible that the Xanax is at fault here?
I'm coming to you guys for your expert opinions, I've asked some nut jobs on other forums about this which they believed Benzos being the most innocent little child there is, never causing anyone harm, but I'm tired of getting those answers, from people who know exactly nothing about any of this, while I've studied exactly this for quite some time and have come to the conclusion, which my specialists agree on, that the Paradoxical Reactions from the Xanax caused that major psychotic break of mine.
I'll be forever grateful for what ever useful answers you provide me, and do I wish you all a merry chrismtas and a happy new year!
The fine people at /r/Drugs on Reddit pointed me to you guys.
The thing is, I have this question burning on my mind,
it's been on there for two whole years and has become somewhat of an obsession.
I'm no specialist at all of this, no PhD or M.D. or anything like that here.
My only knowledge about all this is what I've scrounged around on the internet.
I guess some backstory is major key.
Here comes a copy/paste from a Reddit post I made a few months ago,
Simply because I don't have the stamina to write it all up again, the Speed wearing off and all.
So, The thing is, I got put on Xanax or Tafil Retard as it was called a couple of years back. I was starting a new job after a long time unemployed, with people that knew me but I didn't know them which made me very anxious and uneasy. So, My psychiatrist prescribed me Tafil Retard which is basically just Xanax.
ME: "Cool!", until however I googled the name and found out it was Xanax, one of the most controversial drugs in the history of prescription medications. I read that people have actually died from the withdrawal and it's HIGHLY addictive and abused.
"Well, what can you do" I thought and popped one right before my first day, I don't remember the dosage but it was tiny, so tiny that there was no chance of getting addicted for those two weeks I took it.
Everything started okay, I drove those 20km to work, entered, said hello to everyone and was constantly waiting for that legendary "I don't give a fuuuuuuuck" high I had read so much about.
But after a while something happened, things started to change, I felt like I was in a dream. All the senses got fucked up, I started hearing these whispers and shouts from inside my head and got super paranoid that everyone was listening, following, looking at me.
I didn't understand it then but now I know it was psychosis. I just thought these were real thoughts, I't was my conscience talking to me, like it does sometimes, right?
I go through a couple of days like this, I fall asleep like this, I wake up like this. One night I had to escort my sister and her class along with other guardians/parents to the movies and I remember how I got extremely claustrophobic, heard everyone talking about me, making fun of me, telling me to kill myself and felt as if there were millions of cameras, all pointed at me.
The movie was finally over, I got out of the theater and into my car along with my sister and her best friend. On the way home I'm fine, at least until I drop off my sisters friend. After that the voices started again, telling me to kill myself, my sister, driving at top speed off the road and crashing into the next thing I saw. I broke down, I love my sister, I never want anything bad to happen to her so I just try to drive slow and steady, crying my eyes out. She must have been like "Whuuuuuuuuuut, the movie wasn't that bad"(It was Bad Neighbors with Seth Rogan and Zac Effron btw, so yes, it was pretty bad, but it wasn't because of that.)
I arrive at home where I break down completely on the couch next to my mom and tell her about everything. She shrugs it off as just something, you know, else... And I just go to sleep crying.
The next day she wakes me up for work and I get this big knot in my stomach, telling me not to go in because something awful is going to happen, That I'm going to do something awful to my co-workers. I tell my mother just to call the nice lady who owned the greenhouse(Where I worked), they knew each other from living in the same county for twenty years, and tell her I quit.
After that I feel like I've let everyone down, myself, since this was my first big job in a long time, my parents, since I finally was getting out of the house for something else than just a Lay's bag and a Mtn. Dew and my co-workers and supervisor for losing an employee.
The voices came back, told me to hurt and kill myself. Which I did, thinking it was my own inner monologue talking, so I started slicing up my leg with the intention of killing myself later.
Most people, as you probably know, slice their arms first because it's quite easy to get to them, I however loved the idea that I would survive this so I decided to start cutting my legs so, IF I survived, people wouldn't see the scars.
I wrote my suicide letter, named names of previous bullies, teachers and some other folks who made me feel bad through out history and made arrangements for all my stuff, along with my gaming computer tower, my most priced possession, which I was going to give to my sister.
I was holding the knife, bloodier than the rarest stake in the world, and was beginning slicing up my, what do you call'em, arteries, when my mom knocked on my door and asked me if I'd like to go to the psychiatric hospitals E.R. I was feeling so bad, I didn't want to go through with what I was about to do, so I just said "Oh god yes. Let's go!"
My father, my mother and I all drove to the hospital which was aprox. 100km away. Me feeling like shit. Voices telling me to off my self, off my parents and everything in close proximity. We arrived at the hospital and met with this very nice lady. One thing which constantly shocks me to this day is remembering when she asked me why I did all this and me saying "There is something inside me that told me to do this."
It shocks me thinking about this. How crazy it sounded, but it was all too real, for me, my parents and everyone around me. The nice doctor lady didn't want to take me off the Xanax unless my psychiatrist gave the green light, I got offered to stay a few nights but my prejudice against psychiatric hospitals and mentally ill people stopped me in accepting that offer.
We went Back home and got an appointment with my psychiatrist, which took me off the Xanax a few days later. As soon as I stopped taking the Xanax, everything went away. The voices, the delusions and the paranoia. Everything went quiet. As if I had actually killed myself. It was amazing, I don't think I've ever felt as good in my life. It all just stopped.
Do you think this story ends there? No, sorry, it doesn't. Ever since those faithful two weeks, I entered psychosis around 2-4 times a week for eighteen months. Some psychiatrists even go as far as saying that I never left the psychosis, that these eighteen months were one non-stop psychotic episode.
I do remember, after doing some digging during Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, anxiety induced psychotic episodes before all this happened. Long before, since early childhood, ever since I can remember.
I would get derealized, depersonalized, hallucinate, get extremely strong and powerful delusions along with paranoia and sometimes those mixed together into paranoid delusions.
Ever since I was a small child. I can't believe it myself, but I, now, highly suspect that I was born with some sort of prodromal Schizophrenia. Something that lies in wait, waiting to be triggered so it can strike, like a terrorist sleeper cell.
My question how ever is;
I know for a fact, and has it been confirmed by a number of psychiatrists and psychologists that I endured during those two weeks I had this major psychotic break, the Paradoxical Reactions of the Xanax. That the Xanax, instead of relieving anxiety, stress and pressure as it's supposed to do, did the exact opposite, induced more anxiety, stress and pressure, so much so that my brain couldn't handle it anymore and I entered psychosis. I went full on psychotic at work.
Now, I'm crystal clear on that part. For those of you not knowing what Paradoxical Reactions are, they are often called Benzo Rage from Benzodiazepines. But instead of getting ticked off as I keep hearing about people getting sometimes when they abuse Benzos, I got psychotic.
I haven't been able to dig up anything about anyone this has happened to on the internet, that Benzos can actually turn you psychotic, which leads me to believe that this is rare. So rare that there's nothing about it easily found on the internet. Which tells me that it's rarer than you'd even think. Because you can find some rare stuff on this internet we have here.
But again, I'm crystal clear on that part. However, what I'm wondering, is that whether the Xanax or the psychosis caused by the Xanax could have amplified this existing psychosis, this prodromal Schizophrenia if you will, into the full fledged Schizophrenia I have today? That the initial psychotic episode that happened over those two weeks during MAy of 2014, caused directly from the Xanax, could have pulled the Schizophrenia I have today out of it's dirty, disease ridden lair and into the open air?
As I said, those psychotic episodes I was having every couple of days, sometimes two days in a row, were completely unrelated to all anxiety. I could have been doing anything, relieving stress the old fashioned way, if you catch my drift, and out of the blue comes a psychotic episode.
So, I ask again, just to be clear; Is it at all possible that the Xanax possibly broke something inside my head that brought on this permanent disease I have today and will most likely have for the rest of my life?
I'm of course not saying that it wouldn't have eventually come out of it's shell, maybe.
I just refuse that it was all a coincidence, me having such a bad reaction to Xanax, AND possibly the onset of the Schizophrenia, a potentially life threatening disease, I have today.
Is it possible that the Xanax is at fault here?
I'm coming to you guys for your expert opinions, I've asked some nut jobs on other forums about this which they believed Benzos being the most innocent little child there is, never causing anyone harm, but I'm tired of getting those answers, from people who know exactly nothing about any of this, while I've studied exactly this for quite some time and have come to the conclusion, which my specialists agree on, that the Paradoxical Reactions from the Xanax caused that major psychotic break of mine.
I'll be forever grateful for what ever useful answers you provide me, and do I wish you all a merry chrismtas and a happy new year!
