I remember seeing an excellent cartoon of a person (the ignoramus) who was telling another person, who happened to be on the ground, to “just pull yourself up by the bootstraps.”
The latter had no legs.
I remember seeing an excellent cartoon of a person (the ignoramus) who was telling another person, who happened to be on the ground, to “just pull yourself up by the bootstraps.”
The latter had no legs.
Thank you.
I’d be dead if it weren’t for depakote. Even then, it’s not the right amount. Right now, I haven’t taken it forever because It’s making me sleep through class. But we’re fixing that.
Soon I hope. 'cus these ups and down just about lost me 2 potential boyfriends, and good friends before that, as well as 3 friends this week.
Gr. I’m so horrible to people, I don’t understand why people still talk to me.
~C~
I started taking Prozac because, well, this year has been one hell of a ride on the front car of theroller coaster of my life.
I come from a family of depressives ( two brothers are on SSD for depression and not the reason they are depressed, because they are severely disabled from Muscular Dystrophy.) My mom is no bed of roses, or even dandylions, to be around lately either and she has stopped taking her paxil, so it’s been a total joy (not) to talk to her.
I felt I needed something to help me not get so irritated.
Enter Prozac.
It took a few weeks to kick in and MAAAAAAAAAAAN, things that would have made me grit my teeth before just bounced off of me.It was unfucking believable. I did more, ate less, and it really helped with some OCD’s that I didn’t realize I had. I felt like I landed on an island of serenity.
BUT it just stopped the sex drive totally.
And another side effect that was more disturbing than the sex drive in reverse was (did/does anyone else have this?) memory loss. I mean , really bad. I was introducing someone I 've known for 13 years to a new friend and I could not remember either of their names.
The memory lapses (more like gaps) became so disturbing to me that I stopped taking it about three weeks ago.
Oh, and during the 9 weeks or so, I had no urge to write. None. Whatsoever. That is totally foriegn to me.
I’m just wondering if I could get my OB (who RX’d the Prozac for me) to give me an RX for something else to give it a go or whould I have to go into a Shrink. (Not that I have anything against shrinks, it’s just that I can’t pyschologist…well, I’ll be damned, I can spell it.) but I think the Doc would end up paying cash for his mansion in Switzerland after I tell him about my family. I’d fund his retirement plan.
I’m rambling.
I blame Prozac
Great thread, btw.
I haven’t read the entire thread so I apologize if this is redundant.
People who spew the “it’s a crutch line” can be dealt with by letting them try prozac. They probably think it’s like valium or something, or alters your mood the way a beer does.
People who aren’t clinically depressed would take Prozac and wonder “what the hell? I didn’t notice anything.” Because they have plenty of nice serotonin to spare. SSRI’s aren’t going to do shit for them. That it makes such a difference for people with clinical depression should illustrate that it’s correcting, or at least mitigating, faulty brain chemistry.
Thass’all.
There are a lot of people who oppose any use of drugs, even anti-inflamatories like aspirin. That is their right, but if I have a fever, I’m going to take an aspirin, etc. I’ll let those other guys tough it out.
I am late to the party but here I am complete with a freshly filled bottle of prozac! Yes I was so depressed honestly I couldn’t get out of bed without crying. Things were so low even though I had two wonderful kids that I wanted to die. I went on prozac and realized for the first time in my life what normal was. I’ve never been able to handle stress or anything in my life, now things happen and I can cope with it. I still have normal emotions but I can deal with them now. Prozac has been wonderful to me. Some people look at me strangely because I am very vocal about how much prozac has changed my life, to those people I say FUCK YOU YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY HELL I WENT THROUGH! Ahem…I can handle it. Depression is something no one can fight on their own, thank God for drugs that help you out of it. Hama, you point out the idiots to me who think it’s a crutch and I’ll throw sock monkey’s at them, that’ll teach them!