Thanks for the comment, HSP Woman! It really, truly helps me to know that I’m not the only one who feels this way. I have several other blogs, where I just ramble about TV and my cute cell phone (it’s red) and other fun stuff, and those have all kinds of readers, but since my friends don’t know about this one, it feels a little bit lonely, still. Am I an emotional exhibitionist? No, I guess not, since if I were, my friends WOULD know about this…
At any rate, since HP Woman mentioned that she had taken the same meds as me “and a lot of others,” I thought I’d share what I’ve been on, so far…
Let’s see…
- Zoloft (did nothing)
- Effexor XR (worst withdrawal EVER)
- Amtriptyline (couldn’t even tell I’d taken it)
- Wellbutrin XL (made me super anxious)
- Clonazepan/Klonopin (helped for anxiety to some extent, but not sleep)
- Ambien (only kept me asleep for like 3 hours)
- Lexapro (Still on it — best SSRI yet)
- Lunesta (worked for about a year)
- Ambien CR (gave me my first-ever panic attack)
- Lorazepam (Still on it — good stuff, wish I could take more)
- Trazedone (Still on it)
Hi there, Moodblogger!
How are you feeling? You are so totally not the only person who feels this way. And, second, you are in no way an emotional exhibitionist! This type of exhibitionist in my opinion is the person you are sitting next to in the doctor’s office who tells you (and everyone else within 30 feet) his or her life story. EE’s talk and talk and talk. They don’t listen. They don’t problem solve. They complain and wonder out loud why their lives still suck.
What you’re doing with your blog in the opposite. You are being proactive, trying to figure yourself out. You are the most healthy type of person there is. Never forget this! Your friends (even maybe your closest) can understand maybe feeling down or PMS-ish, but unless you’ve had what we have, I’m sorry, they just cannot ever truly understand.
This is why sharing with like-challenged individuals is the very best thing one can do to heal.
Third, thanks for sharing your medication history. It’s hard sometimes to remember them all, no? Some psychiatrists think poly-drugging is an art. So. Wrong.
Take care!
I’m not exactly sure what extent of random web browsing got me to this page, but here I am. I’m taking pretty similar meds, though Lexapro UGH I hated that one. They had me on Wellbutrin for a while, same effect you mentioned. Lexapro just made me feel unnaturally happy, to an annoying extent. I know how you feel about the Ativan(Lorazepam)…do I ever wish I could take more. But like you said, they want to label you an addict and take it away completely at the first sign of “Patient desires slightly increased effect”.
You do sound a bit like me too, anxious randomly, crying over nothing. I hate it =( Bi-Polar disorder is included with me though. My ex-girlfriend just thought I was too emotional =( WRONG!
Thanks for your support! You’re right, I definitely have met some EEs (a lot, at the psych office… When I’m there, I just read or play with my cell phone or something, unless someone starts a conversation with me, but some people are super eager to share all of their troubles with me!).
Yeah, I’m trying to be proactive with this, though it is just so hard to figure out what’s going on with me. If, as an outsider, you have a clue, let me know.
Yes, it is super hard to remember all of my meds… I also have several types of birth control pills to add to that list, because I suffer from PMDD in addition!
Thanks, and take care yourself!
I agree about the Effexor XR withdrawal. When I first started taking it, it was making me sleepy (it’s supposed to have the opposite effect, but I was falling asleep at my desk at work!). I stopped taking it because I had an appt with the doc about three days later, and I figured I would just ask him about it then.
Needless to say, I felt like I was losing my mind – I was hearing strange noises in my head, my ears kept tightening up (that’s the only way I can think of to describe it), etc. I’m still on it, but at half the dosage and in conjunction with Wellbutrin.