Alright, over the past few years prescription meds have been a source of conflict in my life. About two years ago i was diagnosed with ADD and was put on Vyvanse. That shit made me freak out, i found that after a week or so on it i couldn't eat lunch anymore i couldn't for the life of me fall asleep, and was constantly nervous/uneasy, the stuff really messed me up, but everyone insisted i keep taking it for a while longer, i started palming pills but let everyone think i was taking them well i got busted twice and had a few bouts with the family, So they take me back to the doctor, he talks with us for a bit and was pretty damn sure i was depressed after learning my family's history of depression, so he decides to wean me off Vyvanse, explains that ADD and depression can mimic each other and immediately puts me on Prozac, now after a while on this stuff i started to feel bad, not like sick or anything but i started to feel sad and lethargic all the time so i talk with my parents about it, now since they had seen something similar with my sister when she was on Prozac they let me off the stuff and we went back to the doctor again, this time i was put on Citalopram, the same thing my dad was taking, now i can't say this stuff gave me any bad side effects but it didn't do jack shit for me either, i couldn't feel any difference at all from when i wasn't taking drugs and when i was on Citalopram, but my parents kept telling me that they certainty saw a change in my attitude so i started palming pills again, this time for month's, all the while my parents thought i was still on the stuff even going so far as to say that they could tell when i didn't take it simply by going off my attitude, the thing was i knew they didn't know what they were talking about because i had taken myself off the stuff long ago, so after a few slip up's that ended up with me getting caught palming my pills again, i told them how long i had been off it so they agreed to let me go without it, but recently its come to the point where every time i do something they don't like they threaten to put me back on the shit, I've been fighting with them for quite a while about this and the problem still persists (drives me mad), so anyone got any prescription med story's they'd like to share?
I used anti-depressants and pain killers to strengthen the effects of alcohol, I decided to take myself off of anti-depressants as well, a they made me feel so bad I wanted to die. *shrugs* That's about all of it.
Thanks for telling me that, having a bit of an identity crises (was wondering if i felt the way i do about the world cos of the meds or something else...)
I was on anti-depressent and anti-anxiety meds for a while when i was a teenager and i felt worse on them then i did off them. They completely sapped me of all the remaining energy I had and made me feel like shit all the time. I didn't take them that long, I'd rather feel like shit some of the time off the pills than shit all the time on the pills.
I got some antidepressants a while back, took one and was certain i wouldn't live through the night. I did, obviously... But for weeks after everything was very wierd, i had no idea where i were and no sense of time at all. I went back to the doctor who prescribed it and he just told me that the first two weeks or so on those meds, i'd probably try to kill myself a few times so i shouldn't be left alone, and that if i'd ever try to get off them i'd probably do the same. Never took another pill.
All bad experiences posted. I figured I'd share mine. I take two anti-depressants and one anti-psychotic. I have schizoaffective disorder. It developed like out of nowhere when I was 22 - craziest story ever. Anyways, the schizo part is hallucinations - the affective part is depression. Without my medicine, I'm not functioning at all. I just stay in bed and even getting up to shower/eat is too much effort. The first time I got on my anti-depressants it was hell though. It takes 3-6 weeks and those periods are the hardest times I have. Lots of suicidal thoughts and stuff like that. I never tried to kill myself or anything like that though. Once I was stabilized - things were a lot better until one of the anti-depressants I was taking stopped working. I had to do a medicine change which wasn't as bad the first time getting on the pills but I went to bed for like a week. It's just a deep, overwhelming sadness and not really wanting to exist/do anything/nothing matters. But once my chemicals were balanced again due to the medicine, I have periods of sadness but no where as intense as without the medicine. The anti-psychotics keep the hallucinations away and honestly, without my medicine, I would be locked up in a mental hospital. If you really need medicine - that the depression is too much to cope with, I mean, we all get sad sometimes, but if it is affecting your ability to function maybe it's time to consider medicine. I am as anti-medicine as they come and I hate how I need to depend on the system for pills so I can function. I really have no choice though, it's either pop the pills or they'll use an iv to inject me. So, I decide to comply and take my medicine. I was told by the doctor at the mental hospital I spent a week at (not my fault, my doctor took me off my medicine thinking it was post traumatic stress disorder and not a full blown break with reality) that I would be back there because I would want to stop taking my medicine. I never want to go back to a mental hospital - it really really sucks there. So, I take my pills and I am functioning. Sometimes, I go through periods of depression and go to bed for a week because the world sucks/life sucks/everyone sucks/no one understands/society is based on violence/people are messing up the world/etc. I mean, it's really hard being one of the good guys and caring. My doctor once pointed out to me that the assholes don't have a hard time - they don't care, it's the people who care who get depressed because you have to care to be depressed. I never really looked at it negatively, that there's something wrong with me which is why I get depressed. I think everyone else is messed up for not caring so much it hurts. I never want to stop caring or stop trying to be a positive change in the world. I don't want to sell out or burnt out or anything. I want to fight as long as there is breath in my body and in order to do that, I need to take some pills.
Word, do wat ya gotta, hey original poster don't palm pills enmasse please as ya fucking up others who then have less propensity to annoy authorities properly, cheers. Figure out ya triggers, ask for help, talk to others on same or similar medication, a bit of docs knowledge and yours is the balance u may find as some find they don't need them at all or on a less regular basis and others need them all the time, ya do watcha ya gotta. Jessfive there are less a-holes than ya think and we are working to erase them, you have heart i had friend who was taking them and they fucked her up even worse and my mates who had propensity who they were palmed off too, i'm not sure if she still takes them but she is as good as she can be, another mate has to take them, some take them intermittently it seems
Mind altering prescription pills is mental terrorism. I refuse, to ever again, take any kind of medication that is for any kind of supposed ADHD/Depression/Anxiety bullshit. Its all lies. The reagan administration fucked my brain up bad enough by lying to my parents when I was younger, and pumped my skull full of that bullshit for years, whos to say you dont grow up to be a drug addict/alcoholic after you quit taking prescribed mind altering medications? You know why people do that? Because your brain and body grow at a young age, and become dependent on an outside source to keep you moving, once you stop life becomes almost impossible to manage/deal with. Hence why I drink and smoke weed. You can argue my point up and down, but I know for a fact that I am worse off taking that shit than I am off it. A drink and a few hits a day does it for me, and is way more enjoyable.
The doctors are pretty well full of shit. All they ever do is change diagnosis and vend pills. ADHD is a laugh and the medication is social control. Take a kid and shove him in a seat for seven hours a day and he's bound to go a bit stir crazy. Thats just it though, its training the rat to race. If he does'nt comply, medicate him. So he's just like the rest of those bland boring lab rats. Anti-depressants also have a social control aspect to them, from my stance at least. Instead of dealing with the problem. They seek to make one complacent with ones shitty life. Now there is biologic depression for which i would condone medication; but it seems pointless to treat winter blue's or a short bout of sadness with mind altering drugs. Psychology often has trends. Such as AdHD in the 90's and 00's or schizophrenia in the early part of the century. (many were diagnosed as such and lobotomized simply so society did'nt have to deal with them.) Still; speaking as someone left fucked in the head by nature and environmental causes. I must say that it often all becomes too much. I would rather have the haze of anti-psychotics or the fake feeling of anti-depressants then the pain, fear, anxiety, and delusions of my fucked brain. Booze, pills, weed, its all the same band-aid stuck to a wound that wont heal. Take your pick, in the end it does'nt really matter.
I can't really offer any kind of qualified solution; there just isn't enough information. If you feel this medication isn't helping that's between you and your doctor. If you don't find any difficulty functioning without it, then I guess you don't need it. If y ou were suffering from a psychological disorder it would probably show up on tests, (Rorshach, etc.) and you'd probably be quite aware. When I was diagnosed with chronic depression my first thought was; "Why are we paying these people?" Again, you have to communicate with you're doctor. For years when I was a kid I felt uncomfortable and just said what I thought I was supposed to say. This accomplishes nothing. They only know what you tell them, it's up to you to self advocate. It is especially hard for people suffer from some sort of psychological disorder. Unfortunately, while technology is progressing, most of the leading pharmaceuticals come with very serious side effects; nausea, dizziness, weight loss, weight gain, headaches, etc., etc. Not to mention, these medications don't work for everybody, and it can take a long time to find the right one. First of all, it takes about a month to build up in your system, although, the side-effects usually start almost immediately. Then, the standard procedure is to raise the dose, wait another month, maybe repeat this process, then wean off and start again. Combined with the preexisting ailment this can be a very frustrating and unpleasant process. There is no magic answer, everybody's different. After over 10 years I still haven't found a medication that works for me. I have, however found different coping stategies that make it more manageable. I've slid backwards, but now I know more and am better equipped to pull myself out, again. In my experience, physical exercise, especially intense cardiovascular exercise was more effective than any of the medications I've tried. However, I would recommend people try antidepressants first, especially if they are having a serious problem. However, exercise keeps you healthier and is pretty much always a good idea, anyways. The thing about chronic depression is it's a constant issue. It's very subtle, and you can get in deep without realizing it, and once you do, it becomes very difficult to get out again. You have to be ever vigilant about behaviors that will push you back into another episode.
Flipped through a babylon newspaper today and stumbled upon an article on how some scientists had been researching the psychological health af activists. Apparently activists are unusually happy people! This due to the fact that activists do something they find important. Reading this topic might of couse give a different view on that, i thought. But then again, isn't the missery mostly creeping up in the moments of apathy, while sitting at home waiting for a good, healthy, riot..?
Yea, a few years ago my parents convinced me to take anti-depressants. I took them for about 5 or 6 months. I found just 2 changes while on these pills. One being that I felt high/euphoric for a whole week coming on to them, and the same coming off them. The other thing being numberous negative side effects! Maybe unrelated, but I found a lot of my bad feelings went away when I stopped taking drugs (that's a differnt topic all in it's own, but I found myself happier and healthier when I stopped). I still drink but stopped all the other stuff. I've had numberous friends over the years that took anti-depressants as well, and they seemed to get no positive effects from the pills either. As for fighting against parents about this shit, I wish you luck saering. That shit IS frustrating !
Don't let anyone! force anything down ya throat, trust ya gut, 'children' have rights and a voice, speak up, be reasonable and if they hold ya down, kick like hell, they'll get the picture, be wise. There is the blues and there is depression, i had deep depression i've also had pyschotic episodes(drinking and emotions) and a breakdown(i just decided to let go as holding on wuld've sent me ova), I let my brain heal itself, fortunately! in hindsight whch most of it is I went on tour and drunk heapsss of piss round and i came out of it as my brain seemed to resynch and realised my triggers, i was numb for awhile and vewy serious, self medicated but i realise others can't always be so fortunate in this regard but i am ordinary as folk. I guess i had part time or teenage... depression and stress due to other health issues, my asthma also passed over time haha, it can pass much like some schizophrenics, who basically don't listen to the voices anymore, they're still there but they choose not to listen to them, easier for some than others maybe, when you take control in a positive manner but be honest with your feelings, u 'maybe' even just have the blues and think about what actually does make you happy, find a passion, make one up, icecream... bikes... staring out the window... whatever....listening to miserable music, theres no right answer just hopefully yours, hold on or don't, hope and talk to somebody, anybody who will listen, anybody I also decided, to be happy, fuck it if thats what it takes