The first thing they do when they diagnose you with any strain of psychosis is prescribe you with drugs that make you fat, bald and impotent. They are trying to wipe out your bloodline. I told my doctor I wouldn’t go for it and he tricked me into it. Now he is trying to get me to increase the dosage on the drug. It just clicked yesterday. Since last year I haven’t been able to lose a single pound. I thought of it because of the food I was eating. So I cut out this food, and that food and that food. I’m still fucking gaining weight! It’s the fucking meds! What an asshole. If I went back to a nutritionist they would not be able to explain it. I am basically strict vegan except I eat chicken once a week and I’m still gaining weight. Now my fucking doctor wants to increase the dosage? I don’t think so. That is the end of that. He got me with the teaser… “One of my patients says this really helps with sleep.” That’s great if I want to sleep my fucking life away!
I can’t believe none of them mentioned it may be the cause of my weight loss troubles. I’ve been telling them about it and nobody said a thing. They are supposed to be helping me? It took my ex wife casually asking how it is with weight gain. Then it clicked. Fuck that shit. Last time this happened I was banging my head against the wall. I was going to the gym 3 hours a day, training hard and eating like a dirt farmer. Still gaining weight. Then I stopped taking the med and boom! I lost 30 pounds the first month. I fucking hate these people!
Yeah, I got about an hour of some kind of sleep type thing last night. I don’t care. I’ll go without sleep if I have to for a few days. That’s how he got me. That magic pill to put me to sleep in ten minutes and stay asleep with no disturbing dreams. I didn’t realize I would wake up a year later and be fucking huge.
I’m not doing it any more. I’m so sick of these people saying they are trying to help me. I want to stop all my meds and fuck right off!
Oh. You don’t wanna kick this shit. I can’t think. Second day with no sleep. I was in bed and semi conscious but I wouldn’t describe it as sleep. I gave up and made some coffee. I can’t thinks of the words to say how I feel right now but it’s not pleasant.
I can’t believe he gave me another fucking diabetes pill. I’m eating like I’m training for the Olympics and my belly looks like I’m pounding a case of beer every day. And stupid me, I’m thinking, maybe eating chicken twice a week is too much. Should I stop buying apples? I eat a lot of apples. Maybe that is why I’m still gaining weight. He got me because for years I refused to change any of my meds.Specifically because I had my side effects under control. Ugh… I’m so stupid. Why was he so determined to get me on another med? I told him no every time I saw him. WTF?
I’m still withdrawing. Last night I slept twice for about 2 hours each. Both times I woke up in confusion with high anxiety. It took me a few minutes to figure out how I got there. Even though I’ve been spending all my free time in bed trying to fall asleep. I wake up and don’t know where I am. I still don’t feel “right.” I don’t remember anything about it but when I opened my eyes it didn’t feel like a real sleep. I was tired this morning for the first time in forever.
Don’t worry. I’m not quitting my only anti psychotic med. I’ve been on another for years and I’m still taking it now. I never had to detox from one like this before. I knew it would be trouble because of how I felt on the nights I missed a dose. That is another reason I wanted to quit. But what would you trade for a guaranteed 4-6 hours of uninterrupted, dreamless sleep every night?
It’s Friday night and I’m coming down hard. How can they prescribe this shit to someone? What was the endgame? Stay on it for the rest of my life which would be short and horrible from the diabetes it causes? There can’t be a plan to come off or it. There are no smaller doses to taper. I was fine this morning but now I just want to die. I thought I was on the last day.
I had the same kind of 2 hour naps again last night. I feel like it’s over but that’s what I thought yesterday morning. My voracious appetite went away on the first day. That is a good thing. I used to want to stuff my face every waking moment. Now I am wondering if all the food I bought yesterday is just going to rot in my fridge. Something unexpected happened. On the first day my jaw unclenched. I had been grinding my teeth for months and didn’t know why. It was so bad that when I did body scans I would just skip over the part where they tell you to relax your jaw. My jimmy legs went away. They were so tight I was always involuntarily bouncing them up and down. I stopped making weird faces I couldn’t control. These are all things I was so used to I didn’t notice until it suddenly stopped. Oh yeah, I stopped freaking out and screaming at shit for the first 4 hours of every morning. I thought that would be the opposite. I was so angry every day. Raging mad.
It is a powerful drug. I can feel how it changed my brain. That is what first had me wanting to quit a few weeks ago. I was addicted to the sleep. I was also addicted to the drug. It is the only medication I have ever taken where I couldn’t miss one dose. Falling asleep without it was a nightmare. I would wake up an hour later and run for the pill. I still can’t sleep.
Afternoon: For some reason I feel better in the mornings. Now my anxiety is sky high. My chest muscles are so constricted it is hard to get air into my lungs. My jaw is still relaxed though. I caught myself breathing through my mouth without trying. The emotional downturns have started. They get worse as the day goes on. I’m supposed to see my daughter tomorrow. I have a feeling I’m not going to suddenly be all better by then.
My cat knows when I am hurting bad. He plasters himself next to me and purrs very loudly. It helps but it is very unusual for him. He doesn’t like to cuddle and he never purrs. For the longest time I thought I owned the only cat that didn’t purr. He normally stays exactly an arms length from me. He likes me to reach out and pet him with one hand but none of that picking him up and hugging him shit. He hates that. But when I am lying in bed freaking out he is stuck right to me. Only when I am at my worst though. He won’t waste it on a simple anxiety attack.
Still no sleep. I hope I don’t melt down at my daughter’s today. I am pretty good at holding it together in front of other people. As long as it is only a day or so. I knew this would be rough. That is why I started at the beginning of the week. I thought I would be back to normal in three days at the most. I had no idea I would still be a total mess today, when I am going to see my daughter.
Should I call my doctor and ask him how long the withdrawal lasts on this fucked up medication he was pushing on me? Every time I saw him for years, I made it clear I didn’t want to change my meds. I finally had a combo that helped somewhat with minimal side effects. He finally got me with the promise of sleep. At first all it did was make me sleep and I didn’t notice any other changes. No, the fucked up side effects didn’t start until months later. That’s why I never made the connection between the new med and all the new problems. He’s lucky I didn’t stop all my medications. That is what I used to do. Then it turns into a total shit show!