I was "forced" to try Zoloft, Atarax, and Gabapentin (why???). My latest PCP, lucky number seven, gave me Welbutrin for my anxiety attacks. This time, it worked. My PTSD stemmed from denial of events that happened. After a week on Welbutrin, I was in that strange state of sleep where you can hear everything around you, but you still don't know what's real. I went to bed watching Frasier on Lifetime, and apparently through the night, some movie came on. My therapist tried for a long time to make me accept what happened and embrace it instead of lying to myself and making up different scenarios. Well, a line from the movie was, "Stop lying to yourself!"
Next day, I woke up, completely at peace and fully rested. I hadn't had a good night's sleep for years until then. Maybe it was the medication, or maybe I was ready to help myself instead of relying on jackasses with degrees in canned response. Either way, the Welbutrin is still working, and even my marriage is recovering.
Next day, I woke up, completely at peace and fully rested. I hadn't had a good night's sleep for years until then. Maybe it was the medication, or maybe I was ready to help myself instead of relying on jackasses with degrees in canned response. Either way, the Welbutrin is still working, and even my marriage is recovering.