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a btw (and this is my final word on the matter because I can see you all are ready to tear my eyes out) — have none of you ever watched a documentary about psychiatry? Have you never heard that they sign contracts with "certain" manufacturers, ensuring those specific drugs get pushed to almost everyone for a while? It’s just like a financial advisory firm where they only push one insurance provider for a whole month. We all know why that happens. They go on those exotic trips sponsored by pharmaceutical groups while you're stuck sitting on your couch. It pains me to say it—and honestly, it feels terrible to write—but that’s just the reality of it. Do you really think he cares about you? Not really (barring a few exceptions). And don't you notice how the same medications seem to circulate through this forum at the exact same time for most people? Look, I'm not trying to hurt anyone here; I just want to open your eyes if possible, though I highly doubt I can. Right now, you're all so tied to your meds that you refuse to let go, but just think about everything you're missing out on because of this mess. You are perpetually tethered to whatever medical institution issues your prescriptions. Sure, we have e-prescriptions now, but for stronger stuff like Phemiton, that doesn't even work—so Joe still has to sit in a waiting room every two weeks just so some pharmaceutical executive can enjoy the sun in the Bahamas. I am done participating in this illusion. Do whatever you want.
Anyway, please don't lash out at me with anger or whatever else; I won't be commenting anymore. I've already done my time with the meds, and I just wanted to make it clear that getting off them is actually possible. Most of you will probably hate me for saying this, but if even one single person reading this from the darkness of their room realizes that there is truly a way out, then I'll be happy. Bye-bye, people, and good luck to you all. Mwah! :P
I’ve been through the psychiatric system myself—spent time in hospitals, cycled through all sorts of medications—but honestly, nobody could actually help me until I decided I wanted to be helped. Not to say I wouldn't benefit from psychotherapy right now, but if it just boils down to a few minutes of talk once a month combined with a mountain of pills... well, I'll pass. And let's face it, private therapy is way out of my budget. I know you shouldn't generalize because everyone's biology is unique, but I think there's a common thread among us: we don't want to live without the meds. They provide a sense of security—a lifeline—just like they did for me. In fact, just the day before yesterday, I had this sudden, terrifying urge to take twenty pills instead of just one. I knew that, in that exact moment, everything would feel better—like the world was suddenly bright and colorful again—but I also knew that isn't a long-term solution. Again, I'm just saying—let's be real here—since I've been three months clean, I still get those impulses to just swallow them all and go back to the way I used to live. You know, with that vacant, glassy-eyed stare. It’s a struggle, but that’s just the reality of it.
Oh, goodness, no—you’ve completely misunderstood me. I was actually the very first one here to struggle with long-term medication dependency. I truly understand how much they can help during those darkest moments. And look, I’m not saying I’m in a perfect state right now, but it isn't nearly as catastrophic as I had feared it would be. That is precisely why I used the term "placebo." Honestly, until yesterday, I absolutely hated it when people threw that word around. But how else am I supposed to explain to my friends that I didn't suffer an epileptic seizure simply from abruptly quitting all those pills—including my anti-epileptics? In the past, whenever I tried to stop, I’d end up dizzy and unsteady for a day or two, feeling like a seizure was imminent... though, to be fair, back then I was desperately craving more medication (since, by the way, I am a former addict). This time, however, for the first time in my life, I genuinely wanted to get rid of everything—all of it—and my mind simply did its job perfectly. It's just what a high-performance machine like the human body is designed to do. So, that is why I said "placebo"—please forgive my choice of words. I have zero intention of hurting anyone's feelings here. But if someone honestly believes that psychiatrists who spend five minutes with a patient just to pile on more prescriptions are doing a good job, well, that's their prerogative. Personally, I think they're absolute scoundrels.
@fadedbear92 Yes, I didn't mean to imply that my mental state is fine while my physical health remains okay. After fifteen years and taking up to ten different medications a day, I fully expected a much more severe physical crisis.
For fifteen years, I was cycling through all sorts of—to put it mildly—psychotropic medications. It started with Melvil, and then followed a long, disorganized parade of Prozac, Xanax, Paxil, Faverin, Cerson, Misar, Effexor, Normabagel, Catapres, and so on... On top of all that, I was also taking Phemiton (which is a pure barbiturate) to manage epilepsy. Well, about two and a half months ago, I just stopped everything overnight—at my last stage, I was on Cerson, Effexor, Xanax, and Phemiton—and honestly, you wouldn't believe it, but I am alive. I know, it sounds a bit reckless; I could have easily suffered an epileptic seizure, a stroke, or even a heart attack, but luckily, I didn't. The only thing is, I am currently fighting a small battle with my primary condition, though that is a whole different story. What I really want to say is: stay away from those "scams." No one is ever going to save you unless you take matters into your own hands. Most of it is just the placebo effect, manipulation, and deception by the pharmaceutical industry—they make such beautiful profits off of you while poisoning you. To be perfectly honest, you aren't even truly yourself anymore. I am speaking from my own lived experience. After fifteen miserable years, I am finally searching for myself again—and I know it will be a long journey. Once they put you on psych meds, no psychiatrist is ever going to say, "Okay, you're doing great now; you can stop EVERYTHING." Don't wait for that moment; I waited fifteen years. You'll never see it coming. They will just swap one pill for another or add more to the mix. I've experienced both. Fortunately, my "ironclad" constitution handled it all remarkably well, including the sudden withdrawal. Now, I'm not exactly recommending this approach, but I've always been an "all or nothing" type of person. I just want to say: if I could go from seven pills a day to zero overnight, you certainly can too, given enough time. Sure, I had a fever for a month, but what is one month compared to fifteen years? I am still battling my mental health issues, but the physical crises are almost entirely gone.
Hi everyone, just stay brave. If I could do it, you can too. 🙂