I haven't been posting as frequently as I used to. I attempted to remedy that, but I just wasn't into it. I've been feeling a bit off lately + I know it has to do with the medicine I have been prescribed. No, I didn't catch anything creepy or have something insanely wrong with me. I can't remember if I mentioned it on here, but a few months back, I was having panic attacks up to three times a day. It was a culmination of many things + was frustrating. So, although I didn't want to do it, I went on medication.
Now, I am the girl who lives through headaches + only takes Advil gel caps when I get some serious dental work done. The only time I would take Valium was to get on a plane, which was rare + hasn't happened in years. In order to "make it stop," I went on Zoloft. I got nauseous, felt like crap + couldn't function for a week. After awhile, the side effects subsided + my panic attacks stopped.
About a month ago, I got a sinus infection. I was holed up in bed, feeling like crap, taking over the counter stuff I haven't touched in years. While I was sick, I totally forgot about taking my Zoloft. After my sinuses cleared up, I was still feeling gross. Bad headaches, pressure, nausea, blurry vision, etc. Then, I went to crack my neck, like I always do. It felt like a jolt of electricity had gone from my brain down my spine. Needless to say, I freaked out. Long story short, I was having withdrawals from not taking the Zoloft.
Wonderful.
So, back on it I went. Nausea lasted another week. Started feeling normal, but still in a strange fog. My sleep schedule was thrown off, but eventually I got it regulated. Of course, the night that I actually fell asleep at a normal time is the night I missed a dose. I know, I know, I know - baaaaaaad move. But of course, I didn't think missing one day would throw me off.
Boy, was I wrong. I had insane withdrawal symptoms again, which is totally disturbing. I feel like a drug addict, like I can't survive without this stupid blue little pill. I'm caught between a rock + a hard place: take the medicine + don't have panic attacks, or get off the medicine, withdraw like a monster + suffer consequences, plus have my panic attacks back?
In a way, I feel defeated. Like I lost to the medicine. Sure, I'm happier, but there is a price to pay for this, of course. I can tell I think differently, which is good + bad. I feel that I am still creative, but my drive has diminished. Its as if I sold my soul for sanity.
Welcome to the wonderful world of chemical imbalance.