MrsKubalabuku
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I'll start off warning you, this thread will get a little graphic, as I want to fully describe what happened to freak me out.
I was on Lexapro and Lorezapem at the request of my husband and counselor, who thought the combination of the two would help me cope with symptoms enough for us to really delve into my trauma. I reached a therapeutic level of 20mgs and was at it for 2 weeks when I found out I was pregnant. The pregnancy was a surprise, but my husband and I decided we wanted to do what was best for our growing baby. My psychiatrist informed me Lexapro may be associated with certain birth defects, and strongly urged me to try and slow down my therapy for the duration of the pregnancy and wean off the Lexapro. My husband and I agreed to wean me off both medications, and while I was being weaned, I only suffered from headaches.
This last Wednesday was my last day taking either of the two medications. My husband and I had had a very emotionally charged fight, where he even left my therapist's office because he just couldn't take anymore. We were working through the issues, but it was VERY rough. I noticed I was having mood swings, going from pure and utter sorrow to outrageous anger. One moment I'd just lay there wishing my heart to stop, the next I'd want to chew a hole through the house and beat the ground.
On Thursday I started having thoughts of self harm. I fantasized about just laying in my bathtub filled with cold water and shivering. I found myself picking at my fingers. My anxiety was so bad I couldn't sleep or eat. What I did force down I immediately threw up. I tried to read up on Lexapro, but I didn't really find anything explaining why I'd suddenly want to cause myself harm.
On Friday, my husband and I fought while he was at work. He'd been on Facebook, and we were trying to just chat when I blew up. My anxiety and stress were so strong, I felt like they would kill me.
Then, I don't remember anything. I was struggling to breath, my head was throbbing, and then it all went blank. When I came to, I was standing in the garage, holding a box cutter. I had slashed 2 deep three inch long lines into my upper left shoulder. The blood was just dripping down my arm, and I felt no pain, satisfaction, or anything.
My panic reached a new level. I couldn't believe what I'd just done! How can I just slice myself and not even KNOW what was going ON? I've tried to get a hold of my therapist all weekend, but have failed to reach her.
I finally told my husband about the injury today. He said he'd suspected something. He's handling it pretty well and being very supportive. I'm sure he's upset about it, but he understands this is something so out of the ordinary for me. I've promised to get a hold of my therapist at her office first thing Monday, and to go to the clinic to have a doctor look at my arm. After the cutting, I began just telling him "I'm having thoughts of hurting myself" on Friday and Saturday night. He just held me tight until I fell asleep.
I'm very scared by what has happened. I don't even understand how I could have lost control long enough to injure myself in such a way. While I do feel better that my husband and I finally talked about it, I'm terrified of it happening again.
I don't know what I hope to hear. I think I just need some extra support until I can be seen. Has this happened to anyone else? What causes this behavior? What should I look at for to avoid it happening again?
I was on Lexapro and Lorezapem at the request of my husband and counselor, who thought the combination of the two would help me cope with symptoms enough for us to really delve into my trauma. I reached a therapeutic level of 20mgs and was at it for 2 weeks when I found out I was pregnant. The pregnancy was a surprise, but my husband and I decided we wanted to do what was best for our growing baby. My psychiatrist informed me Lexapro may be associated with certain birth defects, and strongly urged me to try and slow down my therapy for the duration of the pregnancy and wean off the Lexapro. My husband and I agreed to wean me off both medications, and while I was being weaned, I only suffered from headaches.
This last Wednesday was my last day taking either of the two medications. My husband and I had had a very emotionally charged fight, where he even left my therapist's office because he just couldn't take anymore. We were working through the issues, but it was VERY rough. I noticed I was having mood swings, going from pure and utter sorrow to outrageous anger. One moment I'd just lay there wishing my heart to stop, the next I'd want to chew a hole through the house and beat the ground.
On Thursday I started having thoughts of self harm. I fantasized about just laying in my bathtub filled with cold water and shivering. I found myself picking at my fingers. My anxiety was so bad I couldn't sleep or eat. What I did force down I immediately threw up. I tried to read up on Lexapro, but I didn't really find anything explaining why I'd suddenly want to cause myself harm.
On Friday, my husband and I fought while he was at work. He'd been on Facebook, and we were trying to just chat when I blew up. My anxiety and stress were so strong, I felt like they would kill me.
Then, I don't remember anything. I was struggling to breath, my head was throbbing, and then it all went blank. When I came to, I was standing in the garage, holding a box cutter. I had slashed 2 deep three inch long lines into my upper left shoulder. The blood was just dripping down my arm, and I felt no pain, satisfaction, or anything.
My panic reached a new level. I couldn't believe what I'd just done! How can I just slice myself and not even KNOW what was going ON? I've tried to get a hold of my therapist all weekend, but have failed to reach her.
I finally told my husband about the injury today. He said he'd suspected something. He's handling it pretty well and being very supportive. I'm sure he's upset about it, but he understands this is something so out of the ordinary for me. I've promised to get a hold of my therapist at her office first thing Monday, and to go to the clinic to have a doctor look at my arm. After the cutting, I began just telling him "I'm having thoughts of hurting myself" on Friday and Saturday night. He just held me tight until I fell asleep.
I'm very scared by what has happened. I don't even understand how I could have lost control long enough to injure myself in such a way. While I do feel better that my husband and I finally talked about it, I'm terrified of it happening again.
I don't know what I hope to hear. I think I just need some extra support until I can be seen. Has this happened to anyone else? What causes this behavior? What should I look at for to avoid it happening again?