Psychotropic medication discussion thread
in Psychology & Therapy ·
Someone earlier misstated that Xanax is a psychotic, which isn't true—it’s actually an anxiolytic. Meaning it lowers anxiety without necessarily knocking you out.
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melloweagle30 said:I trust my doctor completely. She spent a long time weighing whether or not to prescribe it, but since my depression is actually triggered by bulimia, she decided this was the best route given my weight concerns...
Right now, I'm about 13 pounds heavier than usual. I know that isn't a huge deal because I'm still thin, but in my head, it feels like the number one issue, especially since I feel like I've lost control over my life and my food...
Naturally, when things get tough, I fall back into bingeing and purging, which just fuels that cycle of dissatisfaction and disappointment in myself, pushing me even deeper into depression...
Even though it's not typically recommended for people with eating disorders, it has actually been incredibly effective in treating bulimia and binge eating disorder...
I know that once I regain control over my life, everything will fall back into place. I've always been a bit of a control freak...
At the end of the day, I have full confidence in my psychiatrist and know she knows exactly what she's doing.
Thanks anyway.
Sean Nguyen said:I’ve been noticing lately—maybe over the last three or four months now—that my ability to actually focus on studying has just completely tanked, and it feels incredibly tough to stay on track because my mind just starts drifting off into these totally random directions, you know? It gets to the point where I’ll sit down to work, hours will just slip right past me, and then I realize I’ve barely absorbed or even reviewed a single thing, which is pretty frustrating. Does anyone happen to know if there are specific exercises or maybe some other kind of techniques that could help fix this? Thanks so much in advance for any advice you can share!
crimsonwalker80 said:I am going to attempt to articulate this with as much precision as possible, though, quite frankly, even I struggle to pin down a definition for this sensation.
I’m twenty-two years old, and looking back, I can recall these episodes occurring since I was just a child. It always follows the exact same trajectory; I recognize the onset instantly, knowing full well that I am about to embark on this experience again within the next few minutes. It typically strikes when I am exhausted—perhaps during a mid-afternoon nap or just as I’m drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, my perception of the objects surrounding me undergoes a radical shift. Objects seem to gain this immense mass, yet simultaneously, I harbor this bizarre impression that they have shrunk in scale and are hovering right within arm's reach; for instance, if I’m lying in bed, I get this overwhelming sense that I could simply reach out and grab the doorknob across the room.
Inside my mind, things become even more surreal. These aren't hallucinations in the traditional sense, but rather an intense internal sensation—a constant, paradoxical tug-of-war between thoughts of something being gargantuan and something being microscopic. There is this quiet voice that manages to be piercingly loud at the same time, almost as if it’s shouting at me, all underscored by a mounting sense of dread. Then, I experience this sensation of hurtling through something perfectly smooth and level, only to plunge headlong into a chaotic nightmare of jagged edges and sharp protrusions, moving through it all at breakneck speed. None of this manifests physically; it is purely a phenomenon existing within my consciousness. The moment I attempt to focus on one specific sensation, it slips from my grasp, only to reappear in some other part of my periphery that I wasn't attending to. I am perpetually submerged in this medium, unable to truly grasp its nature. It feels as though I am constantly on the precipice of understanding exactly what is happening, but the truth always eludes me by a hair's breadth.
The entire episode lasts about five minutes before vanishing entirely without any lingering physical aftereffects. What infuriates me most is this absolute inability to comprehend the mechanics of it. Once the event concludes, the memory begins to fade immediately, making it incredibly difficult to describe the sheer intensity of those few minutes. It is as if my brain switched into an entirely different operating mode. This doesn't happen often—maybe just a couple of times a year.
In the past, I kept this to myself because the sheer strangeness of it was frightening, but I was stunned last year when, during a conversation with my college roommate, I realized he experiences the exact same thing. He tried to explain his version, but he too found himself stumbling for the right words. However, we are both certain that we are navigating the same type of "disorder"—this strange duality of something being tiny, quiet, and yet massive and deafening, combined with that feeling of passing through a specific medium. He described it somewhat like traveling through a tube that isn't hollow, but is instead completely solid.
I would be immensely grateful if anyone else who experiences such phenomena would share their accounts. Does anyone know what this might be? Is it a recognized condition? Is there any literature or research on this topic? Most importantly, is this something serious, and should I be seeking out a psychiatrist to discuss it?
Edward Flores4 said:Look, don't go poking your nose where it isn't wanted—people generally get pretty annoyed when someone jumps in to fix problems they didn't even ask for, especially when you aren't even sure those problems actually exist.
Honestly, it’s totally understandable why a girl would want to skip school. School is a massive obligation, and let's be real—it can be incredibly boring. You don't get a say in the social circle or the people sitting in the desks next to you, so if she basically grew up faster than her peers, it's easy to see why she'd find the whole adolescent scene exhausting. If she's got even a modicum of common sense, she probably realizes that the standard grind of high school, getting a degree, and following that specific path might not actually be the most useful thing for her future—so it wouldn't be weird at all if she just couldn't find any motivation to waste her energy on something that feels pointless.
From what I've seen, kids who distance themselves from the status quo and just retreat into their own worlds usually turn out just fine. They don't end up with major issues. The real trouble comes from the mediocre crowd—the ones who constantly pretend everything is perfect when it clearly isn't.
amberraven9 said:The hardest part for me is knowing she’s home most of the time. We rarely go out without her. When I'm working or away for a few days, I get this nagging sense of guilt. It feels wrong to be out having fun while she's just sitting there alone. I don't think she's thrilled about it either. I can tell she's bored, but it’s like she lacks the drive to change things. It isn't laziness. It's more like resignation. Years of a high-stress career and just a hard life have taken their toll. I think that's why she's stuck like this.
velvetscout43 said:Whoa, hold on—it doesn’t automatically mean it’s PTSD. ............ These are pretty standard symptoms for various psychological issues,
just like one of the guests mentioned... the symptoms overlap so much that it's easy to think (as I did) that you're checking every single box on the list..
Look, she won't know the actual diagnosis until she actually sees a specialist at the Mayo Clinic.🤷