All,
As many of you know, I suffer from severe panic attacks. I recently kicked the Paxil habit as the medicine stopped working for me. And at the level of PA’s that I was having, it wasn’t hard to deal with them by themselves.
Several weeks ago, I started having severe insomnia. After 2 weeks of not being able to sleep I went to the doctor who advised me that it sounded like my mind might be suffering the anxiety again and that I might want to look into taking another SSRI since I refuse to take Paxil ever again. Needless to say, I declined the idea and went with a prescription of Ramelton as I reasoned that the reason I had been slightly anxious over the past few days was because I was exhausted and simply needed some sleep.
As of Tuesday evening, I was proven wrong.
The panic attacks came back and almost as strong as the very first time I had them. And it lasted for nearly two days. During this time, I was pretty sure I was losing my mind and that this time I wasn’t going to be able to make it back. I went back to the doctor because my children nd my wife need me. I was truly terrified that I was going to be committed. Luckily the doctor reminded me how the brain works and that he’s not just there to prescribe whatever pills the rep gave him with a set of golf clubs. Unfortunately, finding the right combination might take some time. During this time, I’ve also been prescribed Clonazepam, or as I call it, the ‘zombie pill’ to keep myself all drugged up until the Lexapro starts doing its magic. As much as I hate to admit it, at least when I was on Paxil, I felt normal. Tired as hell, but I didn’t have the nagging feeling I was going fucking insane all the time.
I hate it. I hate the thought of drugging myself into ‘normality’. But I have to look at it as no different than a man with no legs having to use a wheelchair. I can’t consciously control the way my brain synapses fire or how I produce seratonin, melatonin, etc.
So far, the worst part of all this is the overwhelming depression. It’s like every ounce of joy has been sucked from my life. Even my children’s smiles and the screams of ‘Daddy’s Home!!!’ have little or no effect on me and that in and of itself is maddening. How can I go through life not even taking joy at my own children?
So for the immediate future, I don’t expect to be doing much blogging. I don’t even plan on reading blogs for a while. I need my mind to relax, and realizing all the horseshit that goes on in the world simply doesn’t help. It’s one of those ‘ignorance is bliss’ copouts, but one that might be critical to my actual survival.
I don’t plan on going away. I enjoy this outlet from time to time. I plan on posting when I can, but really only for me and me alone. I appreciate all my readers and am sad to say I won’t be around for much, but I’m sure I won’t be gone for good.
Thanks,
Robb
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Friday, December 16, 2005 1:14 PM