I'm going to post this and then be sorry I did, but maybe it'll help someone else. In February, I was dealing with the worst anxiety I've ever had in my life (and that's saying something since I cared for my dying mother for years.) But it was killing me, so I tried to get help.
CW: anxiety, suicide
I went to the doctor's and they prescribed medication for me. I took it, and I didn't feel great on it, but I thought "maybe I'm feeling a little better? IDK." But I wasn't feeling better. In fact, I was having a reaction to it.
I went to the doctor's and they prescribed medication for me. I took it, and I didn't feel great on it, but I thought "maybe I'm feeling a little better? IDK." But I wasn't feeling better. In fact, I was having a reaction to it.
The kind of reaction it warns about, but you can't see until it's right in your face. It made me suicidal. Which I wasn't fully aware of until DH was out of town for work and I was alone at home.
I wound up calling 911 because I was afraid I was going to try to kill myself. And I spent several days in the hospital on a psych ward trying to get the meds out of my system, and a new one into it that would help me.
LUCKILY, it worked. I'm so much better now -- thank goodness for meds that work and therapy-- but I still have days where the anxiety comes up out of seemingly nowhere to choke me. The pandemic didn't help, but I'm grateful that it happened BEFORE that.
ANYWAY, if you're trying meds for depression or anxiety and you don't feel right, talk to your doc. Don't just ignore it.
And let's normalize mental health issues. Because they're just as dangerous as physical health ones.
This has been my Jodie talk.
And let's normalize mental health issues. Because they're just as dangerous as physical health ones.
This has been my Jodie talk.
Also, I was shaking the entire time I wrote this and I just took my acute-anxiety meds to try to stave off a full on panic attack, so I'm sure this is totally disjointed. And now I'm going to bed. Thanks for your support, all. Really.