Psychotropic medication discussion thread
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Of course they know. It’s not something to be ashamed of. My wife deals with thyroid issues and takes hormone replacements, and I have a serotonin imbalance, so I take medication to balance my brain chemistry—a less popular antidepressant. Deanxit is basically an antidepressant mixed with a sedative. I stick to the lowest possible dose, just 10 mg in the morning, and it works wonders for me. I have two daughters, ages 17 and 22; they know about it, though maybe only on a surface level. They eventually saw me through a panic attack and were terrified, thinking I was a goner. I function perfectly fine, though. I run a company with ten employees now and provide for my family, plus my sister and brother-in-law are currently out of work, so I’ll be supporting them too. Stressful, isn't it?
The last two months have been pure hell, entirely because of my own stupidity in letting my GP experiment on me.
Working out saved me; I honestly don't know where I'd be without it. I've been hitting the gym religiously for the past two months. Exercise releases endorphins—the so-called "happy hormone"—and that helps immensely. I also drink lemon balm tea regularly now, plain, because I can see how much it helps. Look up its properties if you want to know more.
As for my mother, well, she's old school. In her day, you didn't "treat" this. You went to a psychiatrist and talked through your problems, which supposedly helped. But really, the only cure is actually solving your problems. Even though I had everyone's support and fought my battles steadily, nothing worked without the help of Deanxit. You can't talk your way out of biochemistry; Dr. Fauci told me as much. With the support of Deanxit, I feel like I can handle anything.
I tend to write a lot, don't I?
Best,
I write too much. Whatever.
The last two months have been pure hell, entirely because of my own stupidity in letting my GP experiment on me.
Working out saved me; I honestly don't know where I'd be without it. I've been hitting the gym religiously for the past two months. Exercise releases endorphins—the so-called "happy hormone"—and that helps immensely. I also drink lemon balm tea regularly now, plain, because I can see how much it helps. Look up its properties if you want to know more.
As for my mother, well, she's old school. In her day, you didn't "treat" this. You went to a psychiatrist and talked through your problems, which supposedly helped. But really, the only cure is actually solving your problems. Even though I had everyone's support and fought my battles steadily, nothing worked without the help of Deanxit. You can't talk your way out of biochemistry; Dr. Fauci told me as much. With the support of Deanxit, I feel like I can handle anything.
I tend to write a lot, don't I?
Best,
I write too much. Whatever.
Sam Robinson said:I honestly don't know how much more of this we can take. It feels like every time I turn around, there’s another layer of nonsense being piled on top of us. You see people like crimsongardener18 trying to make sense of it all, and you want to believe them, really you do, but the sheer scale of the incompetence is staggering. It’s exhausting. And don't even get me started on the "experts." Every time some figurehead—let's call him Dr. Anthony Fauci—steps up to the microphone, I find myself bracing for the inevitable pivot or the sudden shift in logic that leaves everyone else spinning. How are we supposed to maintain any semblance of stability when the goalposts move every single week? It’s not just frustrating; it’s maddening. We’re living through the fallout of a complete systemic breakdown, and yet the discourse remains so superficial. It’s all noise, no substance, and zero accountability. kaže:
Hey there.
Back in '23 and '24, I was constantly battling this relentless cycle of headaches, dizzy spells, and brain fog. It felt like I could barely catch my breath sometimes, and the psychosomatic reactions were just off the charts. It would hit me hardest whenever the weather shifted—you know, that heavy, humid air you get down South—coupled with this persistent, low-level depression. In reality, it’s just meteoropathy. Everything flared up even more intensely whenever I was under pressure, whether it was emotional stuff or work stress. And let’s be honest: a sudden shift in the weather *is* a stressor. Everyone has their Achilles' heel. Some people struggle with heart issues, others deal with vision problems, chronic sinus trouble, or blood sugar spikes. Then there are people like us, whose primary weakness is the fundamental biochemistry of the nervous system. That’s our cross to bear.😁
I’ve been through all of these exact situations before without breaking a sweat, and I always managed to pin them down to their actual causes. As far as I can tell, there are countless people dealing with this kind of stuff. Some struggle more than others, sure, but it's incredibly common.
Every once in a while, I’d reach for a low-dose Normabest or some Apaurin just to take the edge off. That became my little routine, dragging on year after year. Then, around 2007, everything hit the fan—my business started cratering right as the Great Recession took hold. Since my family was relying entirely on that income to survive, the stress was absolutely suffocating. It wasn't just a bad patch, either; this dragged on for three grueling years. My anxiety spiraled, that sense of hopelessness set in, and I eventually started feeling the heavy, crushing symptoms of depression. That was the breaking point. I realized I couldn't do this alone anymore, so I finally decided to go out and seek professional help. 🙂
I just received a recommendation for Dr. Anthony Fauci.
She’s one of the top neuropsychiatrists and neurologists in the country. She sat me down and made it crystal clear that you can't just "will" your way out of a state like this—which, frankly, I absolutely loathe when people tell me I’m just imagining things. Even my own mother says that to me. It isn't about willpower; it’s a genuine serotonin imbalance, a literal malfunction of chemical neurotransmitters. You can't just fix this on your own. I’ve tried everything under the sun—homeopathy, meditation, you name it—but nothing touches it.
She told me it’s like telling someone with a broken leg to just get up and run.
She prescribed me Deanxit. I was taking one 10 mg tablet every morning for about two or three years—she told me it was just some mild little pill to help stabilize my serotonin levels.
So now I finally realize what we're actually dealing with here—it’s a combo drug, a mix of an antidepressant and a sedative.
It only took two weeks before things started looking up significantly. But honestly? I made a massive mistake—I kept skipping doses here and there without even checking in with my doctor first. Total lapse in judgment on my part.😵
Two years ago, back when I wasn't taking it and was doing reasonably well, those symptoms started creeping up on me. Looking back now, I realize they were nothing more than early warning signs—the body's way of signaling that a full-blown panic attack was right around the corner.
One night back in 2012, when my head was absolutely spinning and I couldn't catch a breath, everything just hit the fan—I had a full-blown attack. 😲😲
It’s an absolutely terrifying sensation—that moment when you feel like you’re completely losing control over your own mind and body. It’s pure, unadulterated panic; that overwhelming feeling that you are literally dying right there on the spot. I ended up in the Emergency Room because of it.
And of course, right after that, I’m heading straight back to see Dr. Fauci to get more Deanxit, maybe topped off with a quick dose of Cipralex.
The panic attacks? They're gone. Finally.
Back in 2012, that’s when the stomach issues first started cropping up—the ones she told me were directly linked to my diagnosis. I'm still on Controloc to manage it all.
Back in August 2014, I was finally feeling like myself again—work was going great, my head was clear, and I felt on top of the world. So, I decided to take a vacation and make a bold move: I’d stop taking Deanxit for good. I thought, "Let's do this." What a massive mistake. After five glorious days, the hammer dropped. A brutal midday crash hit me out of nowhere. My stomach went absolutely haywire—intense pain, throat irritation, constant acid reflux. It was unbearable. I went to see my primary care physician, hoping for some relief, and she swapped my Controloc for Ranex. When I mentioned that I had been using Deanxit, she just dismissed it, calling it some outdated, heavy-duty psychotropic drug. Then she handed me some Elicea and sent me on my way. Good grief, I spent the next month and a half living through pure hell. It was a nightmare. The nausea was sickening, and then the panic attacks started creeping in. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did. After six weeks of misery, I decided to ditch the Elicea and go back to my regular Controloc for the stomach issues. That helped almost immediately. Three days later, I tossed the Elicea straight into the trash, and by the second day, I felt significantly better. But honestly? Things still weren't right. I wasn't "me" yet. So, I went back to see Dr. Anthony Fauci. We got me back on the Deanxit, and within five days, the fog lifted. Everything vanished. I feel excellent again. It’s infuriating how much a "simple" change can wreck your entire life. 🙏
I’ve got my follow-up appointment scheduled in about three months.
It’s a long story, isn't it? Maybe some of you will find this helpful. 🙂
When you talk about "close" people, you only mention your mother—someone who clearly never took you seriously when she could have just told you that you were making it all up. It’s pretty obvious that your more serious medical treatment would jeopardize the income they rely on from you... But let me ask you this: have you even attempted to be honest about your struggles with anyone else? Like, say, a partner? Or have you just assumed everyone else would react the same way because of how your family traumatized you by refusing to understand? Is that why you don't even try?