My username is WonderingY, because. I'm wondering why the local medical community is bound their going to take someone who has only ever suffered anxiety and throw him through the SSRI window no matter how much blood n glass he comes out with on him. In late June I was forced off .75 mg of clonazapam a day for 21 years. # months previously I was ran through a rigorous pile of testing. Heart, IQ, reflex, detail ct scan. On and on. The neurologist that did them said she'd never seen the likes at any age. Then my first SSRI, Escitalopram. Within 2 weeks I had 2 court cases. One I had knocked a girl to the ground. The other I'd broke a boys jaw. Went back to the doc. He said "oh well no biggy, no ones dead yet". After another month of spasming uncontrollably I went off. Sertraline was tried. I spasmed so bad from the get go I was brought into ER convulsing and seizuring on the floor. Ya so maybe that's not real good huh. Then mertazapine. Well that was even worse. screamed all day n night. 20 days ago celexa entered stage left. 10 mg for a week, then 20 started 13 days back. Every day and every second of the day is more hellish. On these SSRI's I feel as I'm going to scream.. Each and every second is a thousand worse than the one before. I know not one split second of even remotest calm. Within 5 minutes of awaking I step through the door of immense hell. On top my muscles and joints twist worse than an unfortunate victim of cerebral palsy. I try relaxation breathing. My chests too tight..can't even get one in.. After 10 at night maybe 1 wee 1.I talk to my God father. Who I've been literally in love with my whole life. As for father figure and super best friend there is nothing close. I merely recognize him at a very technical,topical level now. The anx is constantly grinding inside my head. My IQ has dropped from north of 140 to MAYBE 100 reamaining. I don't know what to do. I scream near constantly in my home, which I'm loosing. I can't function in such way as to keep it. I can't function in public. I say inapropriate things. I think worse inapropriate things.. Like way worse. This WILL end in an asylum or incarceration or death by cop for me. Why is the canadian medical system so bound that everything flies through the depression window.... WHY???? My eyes are so sore all the time it'a wild. I only have memories and recountance of the long ago paast. I know tommorow mornings dose will make me 1000000 times worse. That's all these things are capable of doing. Yet .0000001% worse will have me running down the street pulling my hair out and screaming
Yours
Effectionately pooched by the system I funded
My username is WonderingY, because. I'm wondering why the local medical community is bound their going to take someone who has only ever suffered anxiety and throw him through the SSRI window no matter how much blood n glass he comes out with on him. In late June I was forced off .75 mg of clonazapam a day for 21 years. # months previously I was ran through a rigorous pile of testing. Heart, IQ, reflex, detail ct scan. On and on. The neurologist that did them said she'd never seen the likes at any age. Then my first SSRI, Escitalopram. Within 2 weeks I had 2 court cases. One I had knocked a girl to the ground. The other I'd broke a boys jaw. Went back to the doc. He said "oh well no biggy, no ones dead yet". After another month of spasming uncontrollably I went off. Sertraline was tried. I spasmed so bad from the get go I was brought into ER convulsing and seizuring on the floor. Ya so maybe that's not real good huh. Then mertazapine. Well that was even worse. screamed all day n night. 20 days ago celexa entered stage left. 10 mg for a week, then 20 started 13 days back. Every day and every second of the day is more hellish. On these SSRI's I feel as I'm going to scream.. Each and every second is a thousand worse than the one before. I know not one split second of even remotest calm. Within 5 minutes of awaking I step through the door of immense hell. On top my muscles and joints twist worse than an unfortunate victim of cerebral palsy. I try relaxation breathing. My chests too tight..can't even get one in.. After 10 at night maybe 1 wee 1.I talk to my God father. Who I've been literally in love with my whole life. As for father figure and super best friend there is nothing close. I merely recognize him at a very technical,topical level now. The anx is constantly grinding inside my head. My IQ has dropped from north of 140 to MAYBE 100 reamaining. I don't know what to do. I scream near constantly in my home, which I'm loosing. I can't function in such way as to keep it. I can't function in public. I say inapropriate things. I think worse inapropriate things.. Like way worse. This WILL end in an asylum or incarceration or death by cop for me. Why is the canadian medical system so bound that everything flies through the depression window.... WHY???? My eyes are so sore all the time it'a wild. I only have memories and recountance of the long ago paast. I know tommorow mornings dose will make me 1000000 times worse. That's all these things are capable of doing. Yet .0000001% worse will have me running down the street pulling my hair out and screaming
Yours
Effectionately pooched by the system I funded
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