Corri I think I know what you are stating about the dislike. I avoid SSRIs but I'm not you nor am in your shoes and I certainly get too negative. We just want you to be careful and as wise with the SSRIs as you are with your science and history.
We enjoy your work and insites though they do stretch my brain. It simply takes all kinds and we all cannot aspire to be like spongebob or Patrick. Some of us have to be smart and hard. Looks like you were elected.
"All I want is a weeks pay for a day's work" Steve Martin
Corri, I'm happy to hear that you're doing better.
LP, So sad about the kitty.
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In my book, there's no merit in "battling through on your own" when a tool is available, and you are clear-eyed about using it. It makes more sense to use zoloft than to down a bottle of Jack Daniels-- THAT'S medication, too.
My Type 4 sister who suffers from periodic depression went to a psychiatrist who asked her patients what "street drugs" they used that temporarily made them feel better in order to figure out what legal drug to prescribe. For instance, people who tended to drink would get a different prescription than people who tended to smoke pot. My sister thought this was a brilliant diagnostic tool.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I have, many times, sent little prayers upward that I found so quickly doctors and medicine to help me. I am grateful for the help it brings... I still don't like it. Kind of like eating brussel sprouts when I was a kid because 'they were good for me,' and 'there were starving children in China who would be very grateful to have hot food to fill their bellies.'
Kwis? btw, I have not touched Jack Daniels since I was 19 years old. That's when I had the three day hang over and I have not been able to touch the stuff since.
I'm so sorry about your cat, and I'm even sorrier you had to be the one to bury it... alone. {{{{{{{{{ Hugs }}}}}}}}} I so know the feeling... awh.
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You are no SpongeBob or Patrick... though I love both of them. I see you more as a man who is far more intelligent and observational than he'd ever give himself credit for. Intelligent and humble. And since you are, you can't even argue with me about it.
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That is really interesting about your sister's shrink and self-medicating. I have to get that book Lil told me about regarding the Enneagrams...
Hey Corri - re: the SSRIs, I used to take Effexor and, even though I followed the weaning schedule, it really sucked, big time, for about three weeks after I stopped. It also sucked each time my dosage went down, prior to stopping. Afterwards, I read message boards where people would actually break open the capsule and take 1 or 2 fewer of the little tiny pills each day (1000, 998, 996, etc) until they were weaned.
Oh, and because you mentioned it over in my thread, I think I already have a pair of your pointy toed witch shoes in the back of my closet. You loaned 'em to me one other time I initiated "the talk." Just need to dust them off and get my shoehorn.
Lil: so sorry to hear about your cat. Bf should have driven in to take care of the burial. hugs to you.
The doc went into a rather lengthy discussion of how the weaning process goes. I'm on the smallest dose for this particular drug. He's monitoring me closely. I appreciate you and Lil and NHS underscoring it for me. Perhaps you can all 'hold my hand' when weaning time comes.
Oreo was his name. I cried while I buried him. Then I came in the house and did a sensible thing-- took 1/4 mg of xanax. That will help me sleep.
Sorry about Oreo Lil. I see how BB reacts to her cats and dogs. It is very emotional for her when one is sick or dies. I do what I can for BB as I know pets are one of her main interestsin life. I am glad you took the xanax.
BB took an AD for 3 years after her favorite dog died. We both held the dog as the vet put her to sleep.
Kind of like eating brussel sprouts when I was a kid because 'they were good for me,' and 'there were starving children in China who would be very grateful to have hot food to fill their bellies.'