I'm 3 weeks into 10mg of Prozac and it was okay, but it started to change and today I'm almost paralyzed with depression, self-harming thoughts, and lethargic beyond words. I feel so guilty for not being better by now, and so alone in keeping how I feel a secret. I know its bad, but I feel like a burden to my family, so I pretend.
My T's dad just died and she's getting married next week so I don't want to fill her head with my mess so I'm not calling her. There's nothing she can do anyway. Its all in my head, I know that. I need to talk to the Doc but I know she'll say its low dose, not long enough, etc and encourage me to stay the course. I've been on tons of different meds, lots of side effects, even made some up to get off them because I missed the crazies.
But I promised to give Prozac a try. I know that if I don't get on something, I'll eventually kill myself. I dont have a plan or anything, I just know that better men than me have made that decision, so I'm not leaving it to willpower.
My T's dad just died and she's getting married next week so I don't want to fill her head with my mess so I'm not calling her. There's nothing she can do anyway. Its all in my head, I know that. I need to talk to the Doc but I know she'll say its low dose, not long enough, etc and encourage me to stay the course. I've been on tons of different meds, lots of side effects, even made some up to get off them because I missed the crazies.
But I promised to give Prozac a try. I know that if I don't get on something, I'll eventually kill myself. I dont have a plan or anything, I just know that better men than me have made that decision, so I'm not leaving it to willpower.