hollowviper40 said:I believe Prozac can act that way for certain patients—though let's face it, we're all essentially patients, even when we aren't taking Prozac and complaining to our doctors. As that Irish genius George Bernard Shaw once put it, "the whole world is one big hospital," and if one of the "hospitalized" thinks they might feel better somewhere else—say, the French Riviera, the Caribbean, or New Zealand—it's really no different than asking for a hospital bed closer to or further from a window; nothing actually changes—the sickness is inside them, eating away at the system regardless. When I switched from Paxil to Prozac back in the day, I was incredibly irritable and combative for nearly two weeks. Someone with less self-control, especially if they're still young and immature, could potentially commit a decent little massacre in their immediate surroundings during that window—though I didn't go anywhere near that extreme. After about fifteen days, Prozac became my favorite antidepressant to date, and I still hold a soft spot for it even though its effectiveness has significantly waned (and reading others, it seems many have similar experiences with various antidepressants after prolonged use, though none of us truly know why...). So, in a layman's attempt at speculation, I'm drawing a parallel between psychotropic drugs and psychoactive drugs—not that the scale of drama is comparable:
when someone starts experimenting with heroin, after that first sniff of an almost negligible amount of powder sends them to seventh heaven, later on, once they're properly hooked, just that hit becomes like half a shot of bitters for a gourmet grandson, which he takes just to stave off the bloating after overindulging on beans.
I was on Prozac for just over two months and man, it was way too much...
If I had stayed on it, I would've demolished my house from the roof down to the basement. Maybe I would've gone underground too. The only question is if you could even call it a house anymore.
I was walking along the road at a hundred miles an hour just trying to vent, but even that didn't help.
I felt cold constantly, and my skin was itching so unbearable I wanted to lose my mind.
Total damn hypomania. I'm usually quiet, but I was being way too loud. I was laughing out loud so much that half the theater was staring at me wondering what was wrong.
Some people have committed suicide while on Prozac. And some have killed others.
I was both aggressive and self-destructive; I was mutilating myself, picking at scabs and tearing my skin until it bled... which left craters and scars all over.
Anyway, my psychiatrist switched my meds.
Whew, then I finally got some relief from the Seroquel.
I became normal.
Well, as normal as I can be with my annoying OCD.
And look, we all know that one size doesn't fit all when it comes to meds. Something works for you, something doesn't.
