Posts by fadedbear92

rustymoose13 said:I don't have an appointment for another two weeks, and getting a slot around here is a total nightmare. Besides, you can't just settle stuff like this over the phone—not in this country. That's why I wanted to reach out and see if anyone else has dealt with something similar.

rustymoose13 said:I could really use some advice here.
I’m currently on day seven of taking Lexapro. After dealing with those initial side effects—mostly nausea, dizziness, and anxiety—I’ve actually started to feel some mental improvements. My anxiety and depression, which were the whole reason I was prescribed an antidepressant in the first place, seem to be lifting. However, it feels like the Lexapro is giving me a bit too much energy; normally, I’d be asleep by 11:00 PM, but now, even after getting up at 6:30 AM, I find myself taking Misar 0.5 around midnight just to try to wind down. Even then, I don't feel tired until about 2:00 AM. Has anyone else dealt with this? Is this just a temporary side effect that will eventually settle down once my sleep routine returns to normal (which for me is usually about 6 to 7 hours a night)?

hollowviper40 said:There’s also Viagra, Cialis, Levitra, and so on—but I’m honestly not sure which ones can be safely mixed with these types of antidepressants...

I have two specific questions here, so I'm hoping someone with more expertise or actual experience than I have can weigh in. First, why is it a confirmed fact that antidepressants like Paxil, Prozac, and Effexor lose their effectiveness after a year or two of regular use? Second, is Tylenol still actually prescribed for treating depression, and what is its mechanism of action—basically, what class of antidepressant does it fall under?

Kenneth Scott41 said:I was actually reading something today about this kid over in the USA who was primarily on Prozac... he ended up killing a girl and then just calmly went to Mass with a smile on his face.
There always seems to be some connection made between Prozac and those manic types committing murders across America... and I guess this isn't even the first time it's happened. But honestly, what I really need is an antidepressant that won't absolutely wreck my libido.😁

Kenneth Scott41 said:Well, she’s laughing, obviously. I suppose I didn't explain myself very clearly, so some people—women, in particular—are taking a little pleasure in twisting my words. The reality is that I'm back with my girlfriend now. So, naturally, we want to be intimate. I don't see what part of that is unclear or particularly funny.☕

Aal Mahmud;38001697 said:Of course it matters, but you told us you suddenly emptied all your prescription bottles just because your relationship ended.>

Now, the only way that would be an issue is if you're worried about a low libido from spending too much time solo.

😂😂😂 I'm going to get flagged for infractions again!

Kenneth Scott41 said:I suppose I don't see how there's any confusion here. Sex is a fundamental part of a relationship. It’s basically the core issue that can tear things apart if it's missing, though I guess not everyone views it that way.☕

hollowviper40 said:I don't get what you mean by "overdid it." Did you take more than your prescribed dose, or did you just wash your meds down with a bottle of bourbon?

btw, a question for those who know better than I do: how long should you actually give an antidepressant (like Effexor, for example) to really kick in and start working?

Timothy Wood38 said:If I remember correctly, you were on Cymbalta, which hits both the serotonin and norepinephrine receptors. Then there's Effexor, a textbook SNRI. If you're currently taking an SSRI plus an NRI, you're essentially doing the same thing as an SNRI. Honestly, unless the side effects from Cymbalta or Effexor were just too much to handle, I don't really see the logic in splitting them up like this.

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Kenneth Scott41 said:I wonder, who actually suggested that specific AD to you? Did you ask your doctor for it yourself, or was it their idea?

Donna Torres5 said:Goodness, what on earth is going on with Kuksa??

I'm hitting the gym three times a week, doing 6.2 miles brisk walking sessions three times a week too, and I'm basically living on Herbalife for breakfast and dinner—lunch is usually just some salad or fitness cereal. My daily intake is hovering around 600 calories, yet even with my dear Seroquel, I just can't budge from those 175 pounds.

dustymason97 said:I’m dealing with some health issues right now—still in the middle of testing, actually. It’s been an incredibly rough stretch just waiting for results. To be honest, I’ve gone from being this calm, collected woman to a total hysterical mess, and naturally, I’m taking it all out on my husband. I’ve been awful to him, even though he’s been nothing but supportive in every way possible. He treats me like royalty and just puts up with my constant mood swings—he’s basically acting as my punching bag at this point. My big question is: how do I get a grip on myself and reign in all this anger, sadness, and negativity? If I keep this up, he’s inevitably going to snap, and then there won't be anyone left to support me because I simply can't do it myself right now. Beyond that, I can't help but wonder—am I being selfish?

David Ramos4 said:Hi..
I've been thinking about joining this forum for days now. It seems everyone here is actually engaged and offers real advice. I’m looking for some honest, objective perspective and advice...

I'm a college student who moved out at fourteen. I lived in a dorm and life was pretty carefree until I turned eighteen, when one specific event changed everything. That's when the struggle with weight began. There were periods where I worked out constantly and watched every bite, followed by phases where I would spiral and overeat until I hit a breaking point of physical discomfort and total self-loathing. Later, I moved to a different city for university and started a completely new life. That’s when the loneliness, isolation, and anxiety set in. I thought I was someone who could adapt to anything, so I assumed this was just a passing phase. But the days passed, and my dissatisfaction only grew. I hated the city I moved to; I went to class, but only because I felt I had to distract myself from my own head. Then came the first episodes of purging and crying. I remember it vividly. On my birthday, sitting alone in the kitchen, listening to music and just weeping... then suddenly heading to the bathroom to purge. That lasted three months. The worst part was going home to visit family and having to hide in the bathroom, trying to purge quietly to mask my frustration. I never told them anything; they always had such high expectations of me. When I told my mom I wanted to drop out of school, take a gap year, and figure things out, she just called me a coward for giving up before even trying. Everything shifted again after winter break. I started exercising again, tried to be social, and focused on my studies. My confidence returned. A month later, through a series of events, I moved into an apartment with a roommate, found a boyfriend, and things seemed to improve. As the days went by, I lost weight. I went from 150 lbs down to 136 lbs in four months. It wasn't just diet; I was obsessed with working out. My roommate actually told me she was worried because it looked like I was starving myself. She even mentioned anorexia a few times. I wasn't aiming for that; I just finally felt good about myself. Eventually, I broke up with my boyfriend, moved out due to the distance, and took a summer job. I met new people, a new guy, and fell back into a routine without the exercise. In fact, I started binge eating constantly, though I didn't care at the time. Within a few months, the weight was back—from 135 up to 150. Summer ended, I broke up with the guy because I wanted something serious and he didn't, and all those "friends" I met over the summer vanished; they were just acquaintances. I spiraled right back into the cycle of binging and purging. I'd go to the grocery store, buy nothing but junk food, gorge myself, and then purge multiple times in a single day. For the entire month of December, I didn't attend lectures or see anyone; I just ate and stayed shut in. My daily routine was waking up (praying I wouldn't), hitting a bakery, interacting only virtually because I'm terrified of being judged by people, eating, and occasionally purging amidst feelings of sadness, disappointment, and anxiety. My grades tanked; I really let myself down. During the holidays, I practically stuffed myself constantly. I was eating every thirty minutes if not less. I hit 170 lbs. Whenever my mom or anyone at home asks what's wrong, I stay silent and pretend everything is fine. The words just won't come out. Now, I have no energy left, and I know I'm responsible for this. Sometimes suicidal thoughts cross my mind because I feel like I can't open up to anyone. I see the negative in everything. I joined a gym two days ago, but I have zero motivation. I find myself reading about different ways to end it online, wishing I had the courage to do it so I wouldn't have to worry about my parents. I have no will to live. Please, if you can give me any advice. I know killing myself or grieving every day isn't the solution, but I'm just exhausted. I don't know what's happening to me; it feels like I'm running in circles. I'm fighting myself every day, and I'm genuinely scared I might do something drastic. I've reached for pills twice, but I stopped because of the sheer panic and the "what if I survive" feeling. I don't have friends I can talk to, and even if I did, I don't think I'm good company. I can't even bring myself to laugh sincerely anymore. I thought about seeking professional help, but my current roommate's brother works at the local psychiatric hospital, which is the only facility in my city, and I'm too ashamed to go there. Maybe a campus counselor? I am so ashamed of myself. My self-esteem is at zero. Everything is a struggle, and I don't know how to find motivation when I can't even stand myself.
Please help. I would be truly grateful to everyone. 😢

urbanskipper4 said:I pick up the original Prozac at a pharmacy near Pike Place Market. They order it in from Germany.
Pfizer stopped making it because the profit margins were too thin, basically.
At least, that's what my psychiatrist told me.

One box of 100 isn't enough for my monthly dose, so I grab two boxes and end up coughing up about $293.

No tax rebates right now, but I'm keeping all my receipts just in case they ever decide to bring those back.

Honestly, I have no clue what a replacement drug would even be.
I'm really not interested in messing around with different brain chemistry or swapping meds.