I don’t know why, but I just can’t catch a break when it comes to staying out of the hospital. I started having side effects from the Effexor XR I was taking. You know what it feels like when your foot falls asleep. My brain started tingling like that, and that would turn into headaches sometimes. I wrote it off at first, but it ended up getting so bad that I couldn’t take it anymore.
My doctor started to weaned me off of it, b/c the withdrawl from Effexor really sux. Even with the gradual reduction I still felt fluish symptoms. She didn’t put me on another antidepressant right away, which turned out to be a mistake. She did start me on a mood stabilizer again, since I said that I had been feeling irritable. I probably shouldn’t have been off of one in the first place, but I had been doing okay for sometime now w/o one. She started me on Trileptol.
My mood started to crash after 2-3 weeks. I got so depressed on May 29th I was suicidal, and went into a crisis center. I stayed there for a day, but they decided that I was acute enough that I required hospitalization. I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. The police showed up to escort me there.
I was there for about a week, and while there they started me on Remeron. It made me really tried, and I didn’t really wake up until 3:00pm the next day. Talk about a killer hangover. The doctor promised that my body would adjust to the side effect.
I finally was discharged June 5th. Even though I was really antsy to get back to work, I agreed to go back to a crisis program. I would have agreed to just about anything to get the hell out of there. He wanted me to spend a couple more days there, so they could monitor my meds.
I finally made it back to work the next Monday. I haven’t been with the company a couple months, and I’m out a week. I was worried, but I still have my job. That Monday I was still feeling side effects from the Remeron, but I thought I would be able to fight through it. I actually felt a little drunk though on the drive to work, and that was the end of that. I haven’t taken the med since, and I can tell.
I need to get back on an antidepressent. I’m running out of meds to try, and I’m worried. I have an appointment tomorrow with a different doctor. I’ve actually seen him before. Hopefully he’ll have a good idea.
I quit DBT, and started with a new therapist. I just couldn’t handle all the babble about coping skills any more. I found it was more hurtful than constructive to have someone get me super upset a couple times a week before I had to work. I have only had one appointment with the new therapist, but I really like her so far.