My favorite Plan Z is to feign senility and sneak out of the house on a very cold Winter’s night. There are worse ways to go than hypothermia, and there are reasons why I don’t own a gun.
Zoloft’s a bust. My symptoms are back in force, with me obsessively shopping for sesame sticks and a hoveroundish scooter because I doubt I’ll be walking worth a shit when I can leave. I’m eating more than I have in years, compulsive eating things I don’t even like, so my weight loss trend has reversed. Worst of all, I can, um, no longer bring myself to “completion” despite some first-class stimulation. Impotence, even when alone, is unfun and doesn’t help me keep my prostate clear. But has my bozo psychiatrist been back to check how the transition from Prozac has gone? NO! and even my PCP is mad.
Fucked up dump.
I’m sure you and your PCP know what’s worked for you and what might not, but I wanted to chime in that I’m on Bupropion and not only has it been great at helping me in my depression, I don’t deal w/ anything you’ve mentioned above - and I **really **like sesame sticks.
For some reason SRIs don’t work the same for everyone. I have a stash of 3-months of fluoxetine but I want to give Zoloft a fair test.
Speaking of personal stashes, I’m supposed to get acetaminophen and ibuprofen every 6 hours, BUT THEY ARE ALWAYS OUT OF THE IBUPROFEN! It’s a good thing I have a stash of it so I can get properly treated without the nurses running to other units trying to find some.
For reference, bupropion is an NDRI; it’s often added to an SSRI and AIUI the 2 work together.
If I run out of ibuprofen it will be an emergency.