Pro-zac/Anti-zac...
Because I have nothing to say, I'll say something about prozac. I'm on it.
Lexapro, actually. And how I came to Lexapro is a roundabout story.
Basically, I was unhappy. I couldn't sleep. Chris and I were regularly fighting and silent. Sometimes both.
So I took these teeny tiny pills, and they made me feel better.
Hmmm. Maybe not so roundabout, but there it is.
The trick to the situation is that I was one of those really vehement anti-zac folks. I was convinced that it was a quick-fix, an avoidance technique, a plague on my nation. I was angry when other members of the family tried the shit, and I was confused by the generally pleasing results that everyone kept reporting.
I was opposed. To the pleasing results. To the general contentment.
Now... you should know that I have an excuse for my anti-zac-ness, which is that I was medicated on and off (mostly on) from age 5 to age 25... for epilepsy.
And in high school, I was on a particularly bad anti-convulsant called Tegratol. So I was sleeping all the time. I mean, ALL the time. I was sleeping in school, and failing. I was sleeping in the basement from the time I came home until dinner. And then I was sleeping after dinner. I was also drinking on the weekends (and such). Which didn't help. And I did some stupid things, so I went to therapy, and they told me that I might be manic-depressive (though I never really saw much mania in that particular year).
Until FINALLY they checked my blood levels and discovered that I was TOXIC.
They said I should be dead, which I wasn't.
So they rescinded my bipolar diagnosis, switched my meds, and I woke up!!
I stopped sleeping and my grades improved and I smiled and I ate and all kinds of other goodness happened.
They switched me to Depakote, which worked for me until I was 22 and I discovered (through research for a paper) that Depakote (if I became pregnant) would cause me to bear a child (most likely) with Spinabifida.
Seriously. I was 22 and I'd been dating (and living with) the same man for 4 years. I wasn't planning a baby, but I wasn't feeling opposed to the idea.
So I went to the doctors and asked if they knew about the baby thing, and they nodded their medical heads.
I asked what they planned to do with me if I became pregnant. And they replied that they'd have to terminate the pregnancy.
They'd terminate the pregnancy.
So I stopped taking meds altogether. Until the Lexapro.
Which explains my vehement anti-zac status prior to last year, as well as the extremity of last years status.
Both now finished.
Lexapro, actually. And how I came to Lexapro is a roundabout story.
Basically, I was unhappy. I couldn't sleep. Chris and I were regularly fighting and silent. Sometimes both.
So I took these teeny tiny pills, and they made me feel better.
Hmmm. Maybe not so roundabout, but there it is.
The trick to the situation is that I was one of those really vehement anti-zac folks. I was convinced that it was a quick-fix, an avoidance technique, a plague on my nation. I was angry when other members of the family tried the shit, and I was confused by the generally pleasing results that everyone kept reporting.
I was opposed. To the pleasing results. To the general contentment.
Now... you should know that I have an excuse for my anti-zac-ness, which is that I was medicated on and off (mostly on) from age 5 to age 25... for epilepsy.
And in high school, I was on a particularly bad anti-convulsant called Tegratol. So I was sleeping all the time. I mean, ALL the time. I was sleeping in school, and failing. I was sleeping in the basement from the time I came home until dinner. And then I was sleeping after dinner. I was also drinking on the weekends (and such). Which didn't help. And I did some stupid things, so I went to therapy, and they told me that I might be manic-depressive (though I never really saw much mania in that particular year).
Until FINALLY they checked my blood levels and discovered that I was TOXIC.
They said I should be dead, which I wasn't.
So they rescinded my bipolar diagnosis, switched my meds, and I woke up!!
I stopped sleeping and my grades improved and I smiled and I ate and all kinds of other goodness happened.
They switched me to Depakote, which worked for me until I was 22 and I discovered (through research for a paper) that Depakote (if I became pregnant) would cause me to bear a child (most likely) with Spinabifida.
Seriously. I was 22 and I'd been dating (and living with) the same man for 4 years. I wasn't planning a baby, but I wasn't feeling opposed to the idea.
So I went to the doctors and asked if they knew about the baby thing, and they nodded their medical heads.
I asked what they planned to do with me if I became pregnant. And they replied that they'd have to terminate the pregnancy.
They'd terminate the pregnancy.
So I stopped taking meds altogether. Until the Lexapro.
Which explains my vehement anti-zac status prior to last year, as well as the extremity of last years status.
Both now finished.
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