Posts by Brandon Lopez6

David Jackson22 said:Look, people don't just pop pills to dodge their actual life issues; they take them because they're dealing with an actual disorder or illness that’s making their quality of life absolute garbage.
If you're taking Lorsilan exactly how your doctor prescribed it, it isn't wrecking your brain. Lorsilan isn't some street drug; it's legitimate medicine used for specific purposes, and you have to follow a doctor's dosage strictly.
On the flip side, just white-knuckling through constant anxiety wreaks havoc on your entire body and all your organs, which can seriously lead to major health problems down the road.

shadowfox75 said:This is truly fascinating. You would think these newer medications would be superior, yet the older generations often seem to work much better.
I know things aren't easy for you right now, but I am sincerely rooting for this antidepressant to provide the relief you need. You deserve that

shadowfox75 said:Isn't amyzol a tricyclic antidepressant, from the older generation?
Hasn't a single SSRI worked for you?
How many different antidepressants have you tried?
How are you managing to get through life? Are you working?
Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can function like this. How is it possible that we have to experiment with these medications so extensively?
It is difficult to distinguish what is purely physical from what is psychological. My primary care physician refuses to attribute anything to a psychological phenomenon. Every time, they insist on ruling out a physical cause, but I know I cannot constantly demand endless tests throughout the year while symptoms are active.
That is the only thing keeping me going... the hope that they won't just dismiss everything as "all in your head" and overlook a potential physical issue.
I am in a total coma today... I am not depressed, just extremely anxious. I have this massive dizziness, and I have to work the next two weeks of night shifts because my colleague is on PTO.
Well, I am about to go on PTO myself, though I am worried I might pass out during a night shift... or whatever happens.
In my opinion, if you were actually going to faint, you would have passed out a hundred times by now. This dizziness wouldn't have lasted this long. I read somewhere that if there is a physical cause for vertigo, it resolves within a specific timeframe once the brain compensates for the damage (whether it's the vestibular system in the ear or something else). Anything persisting beyond that window is considered psychogenic vertigo.

I’ve cycled through four different ADs now, and honestly? Every single one of them hit me with some absolutely nasty side effects. The only thing that actually worked without making my life miserable was Amitriptyline. It’s been a total game-changer—I feel so much more level-headed since I started it. I can actually handle being by myself for a few hours without that instant wave of panic hitting me, and I’ve even managed to go for walks around the neighborhood on my own lately. Small wins, I guess.
I’m working full-time, and I only get about 12 days off the entire year. Plus, there's zero sick leave on my contract, so I really can't afford to mess around experimenting with meds that might end up being a total bust. I just don't have the bandwidth to go down any rabbit holes searching for physical illnesses, either.

My doctor is always nagging me, asking if I want to go get this test done or that one checked out, but honestly? Most of the time, I just don't feel like dealing with it. I know it’s probably just my mental state talking—if I actually had any drive, I’d be out there crushing my goals instead of sitting here. To be real, reading some of the stuff on here about Amyzol actually freaked me out a bit, especially that part about it being like rat poison. But then again, I don't have any actual symptoms of poisoning, so maybe I'm just overthinking things. 🤷.
I've been on this stuff for almost a year now.

Since things have been pretty much a downward spiral since 2010, I just went ahead and accepted this antidepressant. Honestly, even after reading all the horror stories on the forums, I think it’s probably for the best. My psychiatrist definitely wasn't trying to put me in harm's way; they were just doing what they thought was right for me.

wearycyclist17 said:So, how did you stumble upon that subconscious layer? What were you analyzing—your past, the present, your personality, relationships, deep-seated traumas? Or just everything at once? How EXACTLY did you get there?

I've done plenty of self-analysis myself, but I've never actually landed on any concrete answers or conclusions.

I’ve been sitting here chewing on everything you asked me. Just really digging into the whole thing—my past, how those old relationships actually bleed into my life right now, and how all that baggage shaped who I am today. Basically, I'm trying to figure out why I act the way I do when I'm out in the world with people.

When people ask about my childhood, I usually just recall a few scattered bits—mostly positive things. It’s only when I really start digging deep that I unearth these tiny, seemingly insignificant fragments that somehow perfectly patch together the holes in how I act today.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been obsessed with order and keeping my stuff organized. Mind you, I’m actually a pretty messy person; I don't really care what my room looks like, but I always fixate on one specific thing. For me, it was often magazines. I remember this phase where I’d go visit my grandma—she lived maybe fifteen minutes away from us—and I’d lug around this massive backpack stuffed with books and notebooks (not even school stuff, just my own).
I also had this strict ritual for reading. Like, if I had three magazines, I decided the exact order they had to be read in. If I was halfway through the first one and someone would just grab the third one without asking, I’d feel this insane, indescribable discomfort. I even used to get into full-blown arguments, insisting that nobody was allowed to touch *my* magazine (emphasis on "my").

It sounds like trivial nonsense, but I think it shows just how deeply OCD is baked into who I am. I never actually mentioned any of this to my psychiatrists; I only realized the connection long after I’d stopped seeing my therapist.
Then there’s this other thing. When I was really little, maybe two or three years old, we were living with my grandparents and a few other relatives while the war was going on. My grandpa and I had this game where he’d tell me stories about what my teddy bears did that day. They always, always had to follow a specific sequence. Whether that was his idea or mine, I have no clue, but Teddy A couldn't "speak" before Teddy B because that just wasn't how it worked. That wouldn't be the right order, and he simply wasn't allowed to do it.

The weirdest part of these fixations is how I tie emotions to physical objects. I can feel this sudden rush of euphoria just by holding a piece of paper that feels important to me. I’ll end up carrying it everywhere I go.
To me, looking back, it all seems totally warped. Honestly, I wasn't even aware of this side of myself for a long time. It’s like I’d just blocked it out.

I finally pieced it all together through conversations—sometimes with my parents, sometimes with my husband. We’d start off talking about something totally mundane, and then as the conversation drifted, I’d suddenly find myself remembering something much bigger.
I guess that’s how therapy is supposed to work, right? A doctor asks a question and you slowly navigate your way to some deep realization. But I’ve never felt that kind of calm, steady ability to pull anything from my past during a session with a doctor.

This might sound like a bunch of random junk, but I feel like I need to tell you absolutely everything—every single thing I've unearthed—and then explain how it all connects. Honestly, I feel like I’ve gotten to know myself so much better over the last year. I’m planning to write down all my memories, anxieties, and conclusions so that one day, if I decide to go back to psychotherapy, I can just hand the whole thing to my doctor.

shadowfox75 said:The battles we fight are intense... yet all we receive is a mountain of unsolicited advice.
Yesterday, I received the latest feedback from my boss. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if anyone truly understands us... or if we even understand ourselves. Personally, I feel lost regarding what is happening to me; I can no longer distinguish which symptoms are psychological and which are genuine physical ailments.

Do you ever get the feeling that you won't live much longer than a few years? It is as if I have entered a phase where everything has fundamentally shifted, though I struggle to put it into words.

Amanda Parker2 said:Nausea, zero appetite, brain fog, the shakes, tingling sensations... Honestly, how much more of this can one person take? And I guess we’re only just getting started.

shadowfox75 said:Oh my god😲

shadowfox75 said:Thanks for the support. 🙂
I just took a half dose, so I'm currently on day three.
The anxiety and tension are intense... it feels like I'm right on the edge of derealization and depersonalization. I don't know what is happening to me. There is this strange tightness in my jaw, restlessness, and a shimmering sensation in my vision. It might be the Lexapro. I feel like I'm going to snap. 🕺
Jazz... I suppose this is just the body reacting to the change. Since there is no more Luxe, my system is fighting the withdrawal, while simultaneously fighting to adjust to this new medication.
I went into work today (though I did take about 7mg of Helex 0.25 around 7:00 AM), but I am really struggling.
I wonder if I should call my doctor? Honestly, what could they possibly tell me that would make sense when I'm only on day three of treatment?

Nicole Morgan5 said:As far as I can tell, the acronym isn't even LOM, it's actually SOM 🤣

A few years back, all those family practitioners were required to specialize in general or family medicine just to run their own private practices... so, who really knows if that old medical association even matters anymore? 🤣

David Jackson22 said:Honestly, what do people like that even know about real life? It’s so easy for them to play amateur psychologist when they clearly haven't dealt with a single actual hardship themselves. Don't even waste your brainpower wondering what they think; they aren't worth a single second of your attention...

Michelle Sullivan3 said:since there are medical priorities, if a physical ailment is more life-threatening than a mental one, you have to choose saving your life first.

it really comes down to the individual and their specific health situation. being able to cope with a DSM-5 diagnosis is different for everyone. if psych meds are actually threatening your physical health—like, risking your life because of massive weight gain or metabolic issues—then a person has to weigh whether they can manage with something milder just to stay alive.

obviously, plenty of people can't function without psych meds, but I'm pretty sure there are others who (like me) face actual physical risks, yet can handle their mental stuff without them.

if someone has, say, schizophrenia, then yeah, they shouldn't refuse meds under any circumstances. but if we're talking depression or PTSD, things are going to get way worse if they lose their physical health due to weight gain. once that happens, the PTSD flares up, and you just spiral into even deeper depression and anxiety...

brightsailor76 said:Has anyone here dealt with the fallout of suddenly stopping antipsychotics? I’m currently taking them alongside an antidepressant, and I’ve been thinking about experimenting with my dosage—mostly because things have felt pretty dark lately, and the suicidal ideation is becoming hard to ignore.

Mark Fox96 said:So, I was prescribed some Xanax 0.25, but only as needed, plus half a tablet of Fevarin before bed.
How exactly is this Fevarin supposed to work?
Because honestly, I feel like it’s making everything worse, and I’ve never even taken medication before this. I only managed about four hours of sleep last night. I took it for the first time yesterday, and now my mouth is bone dry all day long. I can't eat a thing—just sipping on tea and calling it a day. The instructions say you shouldn't really be drinking coffee or tea while on Fevarin, either. Anyway, I woke up at 3:30 AM feeling like my heart was going to jump right out of my chest, and I just started sobbing. But it wasn't even normal crying; it was those heavy, painful tears... that feeling where you're literally struggling to pull air into your lungs.

Kimberly Morris said:Hey guys, Merry Christmas to everyone! To those celebrating... and to the rest of you, just ignore 🙂

Honestly, maybe all this is actually just pregnancy symptoms... Maybe the whole pregnancy and hormone rollercoaster just made my condition (if we’re being fancy and calling it a mental health disorder) flare up or get way worse.. Who knows..