I think whoever considers taking antidepressants should be told at the beginning not only about side effects but also about withdrawal symptoms. If I go back in time and the way I felt in February maybe I would have made the same decision. I don’t know. But I feel awful at present.
I’ve been meaning to write an entry for a long time. I’m not sure if writing this blog does make any sense as nobody is really reading it. It does help though when things get a bit too much of me to unload a bit. It’s a bit sad replacement of a motherly hug and somebody to tell me hey, it’s going to be all right.
I’ve been quite good over the last few months. Not perfect. I still cannot get back to me before the seizures appeared. I feel it was so careless then. It wasn’t at the time. But now it feels it was. I don’t know if my life will ever be again with the fear.
I feel horrible. You could tell that I haven’t written as things were all right. But if this gave me the push to keep writing that’s I suppose one good thing.
I’ve been desperate in February to start antidepressants to help me with the way I felt. As I mentioned before I first took Sertraline and it was horrible. I was suicidal after that. Then I started Venloflaxine and there was a week when I was unable to feel any “extremes”. I didn’t feel sad and I didn’t feel happy. I felt fine. But that wore off pretty soon and after that I felt normal. But I was told by my GP you have to continue to take antidepressants for at least 6 months after you felt better. The thing is that I don’t know if it was antidepressants which made me feel better or the psychotherapy I had? I tend to think it was the psychotherapy.
I felt all right on the Venloflaxine apart from horrible night sweats at first (it was sorted by reducing the dose). Then libdo is non-existent which was a bit annoying to say the least. And I’ve had a very very VERY vivid dreams. Unfortunately about half of then were nightmares. I dreamt graveyards, my mum dying but I could never attend the funeral. There were many weird dreams, including a tortoise escaping from an aquarium and me chasing it. I dreamt lots of animals. But one time for example I had a dream that me and a group of other people were trapped by a murderer who was playing games with us, setting us tasks and whoever lost was first to be killed. I remember he broke my thumb in the dream and I asked to go to hospital but he replied there was no point as I would die soon anyway.
So, not nice. I accepted it as a part of the course I suppose. A bit of different thing. I didn’t like the nightmares but it was interesting to be able to remember so many dreams. And then I had my last CBT 3-month review, I’m completely discharged from them by the way) and my therapist suggested that dreams like that do not help with anxiety and maybe I should speak with my GP about it. I think GP have enough to deal with that someone talking about dreams, but I have to say I didn’t think of how bad impact the dreams may have. And then I was thinking more about other things happening, I’ve noticed I was bruising a lot without any apparent reason. So I did call my GP last Wednesday and she told me to reduce my Venloflaxine to one tablet per day for three days and none at the weekend and she would call me back on Monday to discuss another antidepressant.
Little I knew about withdrawal symptoms :((( horrible horrible thing!! I suppose me working night do not help. As on nights I’m emotional and existential wreck anyway. BUT last night was just horrible. Awful. I had headache and felt lightheaded at the same time. I felt dizzy a bit like vertigo – when the world spins for a short moment. I felt sick. Very sick. And I had brain zaps – I still actually have them. These are strange it’s like an electric shocks going through your brain. Hot flushes. And it comes in waves. So I felt like that then all of the sudden felt fine. And then after an hour or so felt very sick suddenly, brain zaps and lightheaded. And mood swings… felt so low. Not suicidal but so fed up and low with everything. With feeling like that and also thinking that nothing will ever change. As soon as I thought that I felt like crying. Tears were just coming to my eyes. I just felt it was all pointless, I have had enough of the fear of seizures and I do feel that it all will never end. I’ll never feel better.
But actually I also feel very very upset and angry that this year has been so though and shit really. As it has been. I feel angry that my friend of 7 years just dumped me like that. How could she cross off 7 years of friendship just like that? I know I haven’t written about it here, I’ve tried to be subtle but… what’s the point. People don’t care about you, how you feel. People only care about themselves. She started her text message to me with words “my husband think I should talk to you and I gave it a thought and realised I don’t want to” – that hurt. I didn’t actually read the rest of the message too carefully as it was just a rambling. Just like that – I don’t want to talk to you anymore, goodbye and she had a cheek to “wish us happy future and to look after each other”. I do feel like say F*** Off. Yes, it has kind of resurfaced now because it hurts like hell. When you are accused of not being there for someone (even though I’ve tried my best) but to say it to me, knowing very well that me and Graham have been through hell this year – is just cruel and heartless.
That actually reminds me of two quotations. My grandma used to say that what you throw behind you, you will find in front of you. Everything comes back, what you give is what you get returned. But also having friends like that you don’t really need enemies.
So that’s me today. Not a very good come back to the blog but here I am again.