Hello friends,
I wanted to add family but I’m not sure if I have let any of them know that I began a blog.
I took a break because I did a couple of terribly foolish thing over the holidays. One of them is quitting anti-depressants cold turkey. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thought this would be a good idea. I’m also sure that I’m not the only one who thought they would be invincible to withdrawal effects from SSRI’s(selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors). My specific anti-depressant was Lexapro.
I have had some form of depression for as long as I could remember. It began when I was molested as a young child which led to a rapid weight gain. It worsened after suffering from spiritual abuse from an evangelical church I attended for 13 years (more on this later).
Anti-depressants weren’t my first route. I tried changing my diet, meditation, exercise and taking supplements along with therapy. These things were great when I was in a clearer state of mind but these tools went out the window when I would hit a depressive episode. Guilt would settle in when I could not keep my mental health in check.
I have been given a prescription for Prozac in the past from my GP. I kept that little slip of paper in my purse until it became nothing more than a crumpled illegible note. This led me to look into integrative healthcare which was pretty interesting. Extensive bloodwork was done that showed I was lacking in many essential vitamins and high cortisol levels. Unfortunately, this facility didn’t work for me because I never had a consistent doctor. Well, to be honest, I was paired with nurse practitioners. I’m not saying they weren’t capable but I felt I had to start from ground zero during every visit.
In 2016 I moved from Texas to Colorado. It was my first time living in another state and it wasn’t easy. If you suffer from mental illness and have to make a big move, please build a support network as soon as you can. Moving to a place where you don’t have family and friends is difficult.
Initially, I loved the idea of being in a place where I didn’t know anyone. But that feeling soon passed and I fell into a deep depressive episode. Most people would never know I dealt with depression because I have learned how to hide most internal struggles. However, I would burst into tears the moment I got into my car after a long workday. I eventually found a new doctor who was also an osteopath and she was amazing. Additionally, there was also a social worker on staff that would become my therapist. A few months later my doctor finally got to see the full scope of me at one of my lowest points and then that is when she really suggested I consider medication. I am usually wary of doctors prescribing anti-depression medication but I was open to it because she was in contact with my therapist.
This is when the Lexapro began. I still felt like my old shitty self for a few weeks. Then one day I realized I was not having the usual dark terrible thoughts. I had to sit back and recall the last time I had a crying session in the closet or shower. I thought to myself, “Is this how normal people feel?” Yes, I know that “normal” is relative but when you have deep bouts of hopelessness you do tend to wonder how it must be like to have your emotions somewhat under control.
So, if I was doing well why did I decide to quit Lexapro? Well back in March of 2018, I decided to quit my job. Which meant that I no longer had insurance. My doctor set me up with 3 more months of medication until I found another healthcare provider. I looked into other facilities meant for individuals who were also uninsured and would work on a sliding scale. That was when I met another issue. My income was too high to qualify.
That is when I decided to just stop taking my medication. What’s the worst that could happen? Well, I’ll tell you. I had ongoing dizziness unlike I had ever felt before. I explained to my husband that it was like my head and chest were pulsating and leaving before my body had time to follow. I also had difficulty communicating along with slurring which made most daily activities burdensome. Another symptom was constant fatigue. One of my favorite activities is cleaning (yes cleaning) and it took me 3 hours to finish my kitchen. The most troublesome symptom for myself is the combination of strong emotions.
So, one night my cat had vomited in my bedroom and my husband walked in on me having an intense conversation with my pet. I was so upset for some reason and I began to laugh and cry simultaneously while I assured my spouse that I was okay. I vomited shortly after due to dizziness. I tried to self-medicate by smoking cannabis(thank you Colorado) high in sativa to achieve a head high that would lift my spirits. Thanks to Netflix’s “Explained” who knows what is actually in my pot.
Shortly afterward one of our clients called asking for an address to send a payment. I began to recite it but was promptly interrupted by my husband because I was giving the wrong address. I tried to correct myself but could not stop the giggles and then began to choke on my spit. I chucked the phone and took off to the restroom. I could hear him apologize to the client.
After all this nonsense I finally connected with a psychotherapist that works for a non-profit that is connected to my church. I was about to insert a disclaimer because I’m not a traditional believer. Anyhow I called and explained what was happening to me. She said, “so you must be suffering?” I chuckled because no further explanation was needed. She then gave me instructions on incorporating 5-hydroxytryptophan, tyrosine along with fish oil and a multivitamin. I still felt dizzy but I improved a great deal.
Now it’s February and sometimes I miss Lexapro. I wonder sometimes if that was the real me. The person who is slow to act and quick to think. Calm and collected. Perhaps even zen-like. But I don’t know what the long term effects would’ve been. I was just ready for another way.