Thanx - so everybody who doesnt want a hug: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
(((((((((((((((((((hug to everybody here)))))))))))))))))))
Falcon - I decided to stop the drug cause it was clear that my depression was not endogenous (sp?) but caused by some problems I had (which I learned to deal with quite well in therapy)
I quit cutting in June 2000 and have been fine ever since. There was not one single anxiety attack, not one single bout of depression, no eating problems, NOTHING. I started to be the regular teenager (which I hadnt been since age 13) and so the side effects of paxil started to get on my nerves.
Also it had always been clear that I was not meant to stay on my meds for long. They were only meant to be a short time solution and my shrink told me that at the very beginning of the therapy. I fell into the category of moderate depression only.
Also I think yesterday was more due to withdrawal than for the caue that I still need the SSRI.
Paxil usually doesnt only cause physical withdrawal but also mental one. That s why you get off it extra slow.
If it happens again I am gonna put the dose up a bit (and stay there for a while until I dare to try again).
I ve been on Zyprexa, BuSpar, Xanax and some other stuff before, but reducing it was never a problem - no withdrawal. But who am I to complain - that med saved my life after all
Dodgy, the withdrawal seems to be working because you are sounding much more together today than in recent weeks. Not that you don’t normally sound mature and intelligent, because you do, but you are also sounding more organized. That shit wasn’t agreeing with you at all; all this time I thought you were smart but flakey. Hmmmmm, maybe quitting mine might make ME less flakey… Naw–I take them BECAUSE I was flakey. You should have known me BEFORE!
<gratuitous Brit bashing>
Maybe now you can think more clearly about your choice to move to that second-world country across the Channel and start thinking about moving to the only first-world country left!
</gratuitous Brit bashing>
I was on Prozac for a while and began to worry that this new person I became wasn’t really me anymore. So I slowly weaned myself off of it. I’m back to the real me again. Unfortunatly the real me is nuts.
I went through therapy when I was younger, that involved some mild (much milder that what you’ve been dealing with) meds. I fought my parents and the psychiatrist tooth, claw and nail, especially about the meds since I was afraid that “I wouldn’t be me” any more. I don’t think I’ve been able to state my feelings looking back as well as you did above.
Only real difference is people who’ve never been broken don’t realize they could be–or be stronger afterwards.
Consider yourself firmly, warmly hugged–with a few comforting pats on the back, too.
Hmmmmm, maybe quitting mine might make ME less flakey… Naw–I take them BECAUSE I was flakey. You should have known me BEFORE!