Long history of depression and anxiety..over the years some of it has morphed into anger and irritability. I have tried various meds over the years, some successful, some not. The last medication was Pristiq. It worked. Not perfect but it worked. Side effects for me were minimal - at least tolerable. After some months I weaned, without much fanfare, off of it. Felt, at the time, I was in a place in life I could go without the medication and didn't want to spend the $40/month since employment was tenuous at best.
Now, a few months off I am back to the anger/rage at times, and anxiety that spurred me to get back on a medication in the first place. The depression, negative thinking..all is returning. As are the bad dreams, chest pains and inability to sometime filter what comes out of my mouth. My language has gone from a little salty at times to vulgar. I do not want to go out, work or socialize. The "defects" I see in my spouse, while normal because he is, after all, human, are now a source of my wanting little to do with him in any capacity. I feel we (or at least I) get along better with him (and others) if interaction is limited. It's not that I like being alone so much, it's just easier.
All of this is not who I am but it is who I have become - if that makes sense - and the only thing that seems to tame the beast that lives in me at least for now - is the medication - which I kicked to the curb a while back.
Logically I know I need the meds to function or at least not be a *****. The "think happy thoughts", meditate, grab a supplement from the nearest health food store do not work for me. I ask myself, how many times am I going to go through this process before I accept - not understand but accept - that for whatever reason, I cannot manage, at least not well, without medication to help me balance. I'm beginning to think there is some perverse comfort in the pain - maybe having lived with these illnesses for so long when they are absent that absence of upset in and of itself becomes an issue because it's all I've ever known.
Don't know what else to say other than I hope someone understands where I'm coming from.
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Long history of depression and anxiety..over the years some of it has morphed into anger and irritability. I have tried various meds over the years, some successful, some not. The last medication was Pristiq. It worked. Not perfect but it worked. Side effects for me were minimal - at least tolerable. After some months I weaned, without much fanfare, off of it. Felt, at the time, I was in a place in life I could go without the medication and didn't want to spend the $40/month since employment was tenuous at best.
Now, a few months off I am back to the anger/rage at times, and anxiety that spurred me to get back on a medication in the first place. The depression, negative thinking..all is returning. As are the bad dreams, chest pains and inability to sometime filter what comes out of my mouth. My language has gone from a little salty at times to vulgar. I do not want to go out, work or socialize. The "defects" I see in my spouse, while normal because he is, after all, human, are now a source of my wanting little to do with him in any capacity. I feel we (or at least I) get along better with him (and others) if interaction is limited. It's not that I like being alone so much, it's just easier.
All of this is not who I am but it is who I have become - if that makes sense - and the only thing that seems to tame the beast that lives in me at least for now - is the medication - which I kicked to the curb a while back.
Logically I know I need the meds to function or at least not be a *****. The "think happy thoughts", meditate, grab a supplement from the nearest health food store do not work for me. I ask myself, how many times am I going to go through this process before I accept - not understand but accept - that for whatever reason, I cannot manage, at least not well, without medication to help me balance. I'm beginning to think there is some perverse comfort in the pain - maybe having lived with these illnesses for so long when they are absent that absence of upset in and of itself becomes an issue because it's all I've ever known.
Don't know what else to say other than I hope someone understands where I'm coming from.