CanadianCoyote
Well-Known Member
Whoooookay. I usually don't talk about this, as it really makes me sound crazy, but I'm gonna do it anyway.
Nine years ago I was a total mess. I was dealing with a lot of shit that a 15-year-old shouldn't have to deal with and I was coming apart at the seams. The doctor put me on anti-depressants and I've been on them ever since. Every day I take a handful of pills that cost disgusting amounts of money and about six months ago I decided that I'd had enough.
I went to my doctor and told him that I wanted out. He said we'd have to ween me off gradually, very very very slowly, as coming off the particular med I'm on can cause some serious problems (not just mental ones). I've been reducing the dose steadily ever since, and it's felt like waking up out of a long and boring dream.
I thought the pills weren't helping my problem, but it seems that they WERE the problem. It seems I've forgotten what it's really like to FEEL things. My happy times are HAPPY, I actually feel GOOD. I'm more motivated to do ANYTHING than I have been in nearly a decade. Sure, I get bummed sometimes, but I know how to deal with it (as I'm not 15 and vulnerable anymore). I feel more social and ambitious and confident, things that I rarely seemed to have before.
What sucks is that every time I reduce my dose, even a bit, I'm sick for at least a week. And not just feeling drowsy and uggy, I mean shaking and occasional puking and downright scary states of mania and depression, switching between the two at a moment's notice. That goes away and I level out, and when it's happening I at least KNOW what's causing it, but it still sucks. When I'm lucky enough to have weed, I find that even smoking one bowl a day (usually when I wake up) helps my mood and the shaking/puking thing. I'm tempted to mention it to the doctor, but I'm not sure how he'd take it.
And, as a side benefit, I've been losing weight like mad. I haven't been doing anything differently with my eating and exercise habits (which really aren't all that bad), but since I've been coming off the meds the weight is just melting off of me. I've lost nearly 25 pounds since January.
Yet, even as I try and free myself my doctor is hinting that I might be happier on another med. Try something new. The idea disgusts me, really. He said I might need them in order to be a stable, happy person. I told him that I have no idea who I am without the meds, so how on Earth am I supposed to know if I need them or not. I really wanna see just WHO THE HELL I AM without expensive and useless happy pills coursing through my veins, making me feel like a zombie. If how I feel NOW is any indication, I think I'll be a better person and I'm positive I'll like myself more.
This Wednesday, I'll be reducing the dose again. After this, I have one more reduction until I'm free. My doctor has warned me that this last few legs are going to be really tough, but I'm determined. As long as I keep an eye on myself I should be okay.
I think anti-depressants are evil. Yes, they can help people - and some people do need them, but doctors pass them out like candy and when you find they don't work they'll just hand you some more. At one point, a few years ago, I was on five different medications (Effexor XR, Welbutrin XL, Abilify, Lamictal, Paxil XR). They did NOTHING. I'd go back to the doctor, say they weren't working, and she'd just hand me something new and ignore me when I said I didn't want to be on anything else. "This'll work in conjuction with the others". I dumped her, obviously, and I managed to get off all but two of them. I got rid of one of those about a year later.
This last med is Effexor XR, and my doctor has told me horror stories about other people who tried to get off of it. Some of them had to open the capsules and take out two of the little beads per day in order to shake it, and they STILL got sick.
I'm gonna do it, though.
Go ahead, make fun of me! I'm a crazy mental patient that's screwing Them All by not taking my meds. That's the attitude people seem to have, anyway...
Love and Peace,
CanadianCoyote
Nine years ago I was a total mess. I was dealing with a lot of shit that a 15-year-old shouldn't have to deal with and I was coming apart at the seams. The doctor put me on anti-depressants and I've been on them ever since. Every day I take a handful of pills that cost disgusting amounts of money and about six months ago I decided that I'd had enough.
I went to my doctor and told him that I wanted out. He said we'd have to ween me off gradually, very very very slowly, as coming off the particular med I'm on can cause some serious problems (not just mental ones). I've been reducing the dose steadily ever since, and it's felt like waking up out of a long and boring dream.
I thought the pills weren't helping my problem, but it seems that they WERE the problem. It seems I've forgotten what it's really like to FEEL things. My happy times are HAPPY, I actually feel GOOD. I'm more motivated to do ANYTHING than I have been in nearly a decade. Sure, I get bummed sometimes, but I know how to deal with it (as I'm not 15 and vulnerable anymore). I feel more social and ambitious and confident, things that I rarely seemed to have before.
What sucks is that every time I reduce my dose, even a bit, I'm sick for at least a week. And not just feeling drowsy and uggy, I mean shaking and occasional puking and downright scary states of mania and depression, switching between the two at a moment's notice. That goes away and I level out, and when it's happening I at least KNOW what's causing it, but it still sucks. When I'm lucky enough to have weed, I find that even smoking one bowl a day (usually when I wake up) helps my mood and the shaking/puking thing. I'm tempted to mention it to the doctor, but I'm not sure how he'd take it.
And, as a side benefit, I've been losing weight like mad. I haven't been doing anything differently with my eating and exercise habits (which really aren't all that bad), but since I've been coming off the meds the weight is just melting off of me. I've lost nearly 25 pounds since January.
Yet, even as I try and free myself my doctor is hinting that I might be happier on another med. Try something new. The idea disgusts me, really. He said I might need them in order to be a stable, happy person. I told him that I have no idea who I am without the meds, so how on Earth am I supposed to know if I need them or not. I really wanna see just WHO THE HELL I AM without expensive and useless happy pills coursing through my veins, making me feel like a zombie. If how I feel NOW is any indication, I think I'll be a better person and I'm positive I'll like myself more.
This Wednesday, I'll be reducing the dose again. After this, I have one more reduction until I'm free. My doctor has warned me that this last few legs are going to be really tough, but I'm determined. As long as I keep an eye on myself I should be okay.
I think anti-depressants are evil. Yes, they can help people - and some people do need them, but doctors pass them out like candy and when you find they don't work they'll just hand you some more. At one point, a few years ago, I was on five different medications (Effexor XR, Welbutrin XL, Abilify, Lamictal, Paxil XR). They did NOTHING. I'd go back to the doctor, say they weren't working, and she'd just hand me something new and ignore me when I said I didn't want to be on anything else. "This'll work in conjuction with the others". I dumped her, obviously, and I managed to get off all but two of them. I got rid of one of those about a year later.
This last med is Effexor XR, and my doctor has told me horror stories about other people who tried to get off of it. Some of them had to open the capsules and take out two of the little beads per day in order to shake it, and they STILL got sick.
I'm gonna do it, though.
Go ahead, make fun of me! I'm a crazy mental patient that's screwing Them All by not taking my meds. That's the attitude people seem to have, anyway...
Love and Peace,
CanadianCoyote