I'm on Celexa and haven't really noticed too much. I did feel very nauseous the first week so I take it at night. I have found (very recently) that I'm having a hard time crying any more. I'm not sure if it's the Celexa or if it's that I'm out of tears because of all the crying.
I haven't had any bad side effects. I do think, though, that it may have limited my ability to cry....I haven't cried as much lately. Of course, I may be out of tears, too! Actually I did cry last night, but not for long. I guess it is possible to cry while taking it!
there's just too much that time cannot erase
And the more I know, the less I understand
Because of you...I am afraid...
Separated - 11.19.2007 / DIVORCED - 1.13.2010
-- 19 years, 8 months, 24 days of marriage (including 2 years, 1 month, 26 days of separation) legally ended 1.13.2010. I now officially start my new life.
When you say feel foggy, is it in your head?
I'm just not sure I'm ready to talk to someone and get a prescription.
I would try exercise, in fact I was exercising for a while and it seemed to help a bit, but I just don't have the energy now. I just can't. I'm not keeping up with anything, even though I very much want to.
I was told that it works well for stress and calming the thoughts. I have a hard time sleeping, when it's quiet at night my mind won't shut off. The stress and lack of good sleep are taking a toll. I look and feel horrible.
I didn't see this mentioned, so I thought I'd ask. Thanks!
so my doc has prescibed Topamax. Only been on it for week now. Feel a little foggy. Just wanted some feed back from anyone on it.
I have been on Topamax, but it was a disaster for me, personally. I couldn't remember things, was always in a daze, if you'd asked me my own name I wouldn't have been able to tell you.
I didn't start feeling better until July of this year when I was prescribed Buspirone in combination with the Paxil I'd already been taking (the Paxil alone was helping, but not enough). Even now I'm still struggling sometimes.
Sounds like T's working for you a bit better than it did for me, though.
I just took off last week since our youngest daughter was out of school. Coincidentally, my wife's anti-anxiety med is not working, she was a basket case most of the week, crying, agitated, anxious, a freaking wreck.
I'm sorry, the reason I work in computers is because working intensively with troubled people drains me, I don't have much left to give. I hope her doctor gives her something that works.
I've battled depression pretty much all my life though mildly until I had my son. After his birth I slipped into a deep depression. It was a slipping feeling too. I felt like I was slipping into a dark place and the light was shrinking.
I became a person I had never been. I was sad, hopeless, helpless, tired, scattered, numb and yet my thoughts were very painful. I would obsess about stupid stuff. I was afraid of being in big crowds. I had anxiety like you wouldn't believe.
I finally, after four years of just either hoping it would go away or going nowhere when I did try went to a mental health facility. I was out of my mind with depression that I would have been happy if they'd committed me. I couldn't cope, with anything.
I look at pictures of myself back then and I actually see the sickness in my face. I even looked kind of yellow!
I eventually did come out of that deep dark place. I took a couple of years but I did it. In the heels of my healing came my H's affair. I feel thankful that I was passed my depression because I don't think I would have survived if I'd been in the low place I had been.
But having depression once, I am learning, is like be in remission from cancer. You have to always monitor yourself and make sure you're emotional cancer stays in remission.
So lately, though many circumstances, I am feeling the snake-like presence of my depression wrapping slowly around me. It is squeezing me slowly.
I am going to go the doctor because I don't need to be clinically depressed every again in my life. But the depression, this time, is scaring me again, because it feels stronger than it has in a long time.
Oh, I hate it. I really, really hate it. The self hatred. The constant criticism of myself. The nasty creepy thoughts.
It makes me sad.
I wish I could explain it. That it goes beyond a simple case of the blues.
please call your doctor.
[This message edited by browneyesblue at 10:04 AM, December 4th (Thursday)]
The holidays are making this so much worse for me. I no longer have any family, and very few friends due to my illness... so this time of the year is hard. I was also in a psychiatric hospital with a mental breakdown at this time last year... and there is nothing, nothing, nothing lonelier in the world than being in a locked psych ward with no visitors during the Christmas holidays.
Tonight I hate my XH. He was supposed to be my family, damn it. He was supposed to love and cherish me. What happened? Why did he do this to me?
I'm sorry, I know I'm not doing well tonight. I'm scared even to admit that I feel like doing myself in because that'll just land me right back into the psych ward if I ever admit that to anyone... I know I won't do it. But I'm so afraid. I feel apathetic and uncaring... and yet it hurts so much... how can you not care and hurt at the same time?
God help me.
please go see your dr. it might be time to change your meds, or add something else. my dr. just recently (after dday) added celexa to my wellbutrin. it is helping.
i have never, ever considered suicide as an option, because i have always been able to remember that over time things change.
however, i find myself lately getting closer and closer to that edge. i still know that tomorrow i will feel differently. i know i am still on that stupid rollercoaster (anyone know how to get off?).
recently, my dr prescribed sonata to help me fall back asleep when i wake up in the middle of the night.
it is a controlled substance, could be addictive, etc.
it has occurred to me that this could do the job, if i decided i wanted to end it.
i was horrified when i realized what had just occurred to me.
i am not going to do anything to hurt myself. i have two kids to think of.
but it scares me that i even had that thought. i wonder if i should give the pills to my h to hold onto, only giving me one at a time.
i have only taken 3 in the week and a half since i got them, so i am definitely not abusing them.
god, i hate depression.
i had gone on ad's in 2001, shortly after 9/11. i will never forget the pit i was in at that time. i was on them for about a year, then got off.
i was okay for awhile, but kept a close watch on my mood, because i did not want to fall into that pit again.
so i ended up asking dr for ads again about a year ago. we started with zoloft, but ended up with wellbutrin. as i mentioned earlier, after dday, we recently added celexa
chunk, it is totally like remission from cancer. once you have had it, you have to really be aware for it s return. and, it sometimes, it creeps up on you, and you don't even realize it until it is almost too late.
i think i have come to the realization (with my dr. and c input) that i may never be able to go off ad's. once those connections in the brain are broken, they can't always be repaired.
and, you know what? if taking meds the rest of my life keeps me out of that pit, i am totally up for it.
i take meds for my high cholesterol, acid reflux, and allergies. taking meds for depression is no different. i don't like having to take meds of any kind, but if it keeps me healthy and able to take care of my family, i am going to do it.
fortunately, i have finally gotten my h to start understanding it, and understanding it is a medical condition, not something i can just snap out of. so, now i have him keeping an eye on my mood, too. i think this is very important, since it can be so sneaky.
wow, i seem to be rambling in pretty much every post lately. i'm done now!