Freizeit711
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((note, I'm also a member of Social Anxiety Support and my original post is there))
I am 19 and have been taking SSRIs since I was 12 starting with Prozac. I had bad social anxiety that would make it difficult for me to breathe and unbeknownst to everyone else I was experiencing frequent psychotic episodes. I was abruptly and abusively taken off of it by my father when I was 13 and experienced my first bout of "Antidepressant Discontinuation Syndrome" (withdrawal). It included the brain zaps (which my mother had experienced before and called it radiohead), fatigue, and irritability. Dad didn't believe me when I relayed my symptoms. It passed after about a week and then one of the most traumatic experiences of my life led to me having to flee my dad's.
A year into living with mom (I was 14) my stress level was so high that my GERD gave me an esophageal spasm that felt like a heart attack while I was in school. EMTs come and electrocardiogram me and then I visit my PCP (a PA, not even an M.D). He prescribes me 10mg of Lexapro and the standard dose of Prilosec as well as another inhaler.
I lasted for two years on 10mg, until I had a massive psychotic break and was hospitalized for 8 days. In the hospital they doubled my dosage, which left me so fatigued that I slept for the greater part of several days. The fatigue passed, though, and I learned to take the Lexapro before bed so that I could function.
Fast forward to two months ago. The Lexapro loses its effectiveness and I become suicidal. I visit my doctor (not a psychiatrist) and he prescribes me Zoloft after tapering down from Lexapro. I was to taper up from 25mg to 50mg to 75mg and finally ending at 100mg over the course of a week. I get off the Lexapro faster than he suggested and onto the full dose of Zoloft before ramping up fully like I was supposed to. I am doubtful it would be much different if I had listened, though. After two weeks at full dose the Zoloft stops cutting the highs and lows off and severs my ability to feel entirely. No libido, no interest in anything, no hunger.
I finally decide after another week that I can't do this anymore and "taper" (half of half every day for 4 days) myself off of the Zoloft. No zaps until a day after I've stopped. Then, like a landslide, the other symptoms hit me. Body-wide exacerbation of my existing nerve pain, fatigue, dizziness, constant diarrhea, strange dreams (nightmares, too), and emotional instability. A week into the withdrawal I contemplate suicide. Another week into it I begin banging my head against things to make it stop. My psychologist begs me to see a psychiatrist, but given their proclivity for prescribing pills, I'm scared. The fear of suicide is the only thing pushing me towards seeing a psych.
Today I opened my Facebook to learn that my step-brother (who was abusive to me and even tried to kill me once) got accepted to his dream art school. I walked out into the rain and screamed...
I need to know that this will end... I constantly wonder if I should be hospitalized, but then I remember that if I am I will be made to take more pills. That is terrifying because Zoloft was like poison to me. I am also so so so angry at the companies that hide the withdrawal symptoms and severity and the doctors that abet and profit with them. When I think of how many people are being prescribed these drugs unnecessarily (I understand that these drugs do help many people, but this doesn't invalidate my experience) it drives me stark raving mad.
I am 19 and have been taking SSRIs since I was 12 starting with Prozac. I had bad social anxiety that would make it difficult for me to breathe and unbeknownst to everyone else I was experiencing frequent psychotic episodes. I was abruptly and abusively taken off of it by my father when I was 13 and experienced my first bout of "Antidepressant Discontinuation Syndrome" (withdrawal). It included the brain zaps (which my mother had experienced before and called it radiohead), fatigue, and irritability. Dad didn't believe me when I relayed my symptoms. It passed after about a week and then one of the most traumatic experiences of my life led to me having to flee my dad's.
A year into living with mom (I was 14) my stress level was so high that my GERD gave me an esophageal spasm that felt like a heart attack while I was in school. EMTs come and electrocardiogram me and then I visit my PCP (a PA, not even an M.D). He prescribes me 10mg of Lexapro and the standard dose of Prilosec as well as another inhaler.
I lasted for two years on 10mg, until I had a massive psychotic break and was hospitalized for 8 days. In the hospital they doubled my dosage, which left me so fatigued that I slept for the greater part of several days. The fatigue passed, though, and I learned to take the Lexapro before bed so that I could function.
Fast forward to two months ago. The Lexapro loses its effectiveness and I become suicidal. I visit my doctor (not a psychiatrist) and he prescribes me Zoloft after tapering down from Lexapro. I was to taper up from 25mg to 50mg to 75mg and finally ending at 100mg over the course of a week. I get off the Lexapro faster than he suggested and onto the full dose of Zoloft before ramping up fully like I was supposed to. I am doubtful it would be much different if I had listened, though. After two weeks at full dose the Zoloft stops cutting the highs and lows off and severs my ability to feel entirely. No libido, no interest in anything, no hunger.
I finally decide after another week that I can't do this anymore and "taper" (half of half every day for 4 days) myself off of the Zoloft. No zaps until a day after I've stopped. Then, like a landslide, the other symptoms hit me. Body-wide exacerbation of my existing nerve pain, fatigue, dizziness, constant diarrhea, strange dreams (nightmares, too), and emotional instability. A week into the withdrawal I contemplate suicide. Another week into it I begin banging my head against things to make it stop. My psychologist begs me to see a psychiatrist, but given their proclivity for prescribing pills, I'm scared. The fear of suicide is the only thing pushing me towards seeing a psych.
Today I opened my Facebook to learn that my step-brother (who was abusive to me and even tried to kill me once) got accepted to his dream art school. I walked out into the rain and screamed...
I need to know that this will end... I constantly wonder if I should be hospitalized, but then I remember that if I am I will be made to take more pills. That is terrifying because Zoloft was like poison to me. I am also so so so angry at the companies that hide the withdrawal symptoms and severity and the doctors that abet and profit with them. When I think of how many people are being prescribed these drugs unnecessarily (I understand that these drugs do help many people, but this doesn't invalidate my experience) it drives me stark raving mad.