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Welbutrin is making me feel high and drowsy
I was just prescribed Welbutrin for depression and ADHD. I am only 17 years old and am already showing signs of having an addictive personality. I had illegally been buying adderal pills off friends at school to help motivate me to do homework and get good grades. It worked. I had been making AMAZING grades, and not only that, but I felt like a happy person due to its euphoric side effect of amphetimine as well. At first, I would only take 10 mg every once in awhile like if I had a test or just a lot homework I needed to get done. Then it turned into taking 10mg everyday, slowly turning into taking 20mg, and sometimes I would take 20mg twice or three times in one day. I couldn't handle coming down off it, so I would just take more. Once I realized how out of control I had became, I told my parents. They weren't nearly as mad as j thought they would be. They just wanted to get me help. We went to the nurse practitioner I had been seeing for anxiety for the past few years. I was taking 100mg of Zoloft. I never have any energy of motivation to do anything and that's why I feel in love with the adderal. It gave me the confidence I needed socially and the extra boost of energy. My nurse practitioner prescribed me welbutrin. I've only taken it for 2 days now, but both today and yesterday it made me feel stoned and drunk. I don't even feel human and I just miss having the adderal high, this med is only making me tired and hungry, it's not motivating me to do anything. It's a Friday night and all I've been doing is laying in bed reading about Welbutrin and what it does to people. My throat feels swollen, I'm more emotional than I've ever been (I cry about everything), I'm tired, I feel disconnected from my body (almost like I just smoked a bowl of weed to myself), I wanna eat everything, my mouth is dry, and my anxiety has never been this bad. My doctor went ahead and took me off Zoloft, too. I really want this med to work for me. I don't want to take adderal illegally anymore, I don't wanna be addicted to it, but my depression is the worst it's ever been. My ears won't stop ringing either? Has anyone else felt this way? I hope these side effects will subside and I'll start to feel like a happy, normal person again.
breastfeeding hormones and depression/anxiety
i'm looking for *any* insight into this: i had to completely wean my daughter on 12/17/15 due to a new med that was completely contraindicated with breastfeeding. last week at the appointment with my therapist, she asks me what my (depression and anxiety) levels are at; i thought about it for a moment, and i said "zero." now, this is virtually unheard of for me; i'm DXed major depressive disorder (recurrent, severe), GAD, dysthymia; the only other time something like this happened was a hypomanic phase that lasted 6 months post-partum. i've read the potential side effects of atorvastatin (the new med), and i've seen nothing like "elevated mood" listed. is it possible that the hormone change from weaning is affecting my mood??? everything i've googled points to women becoming depressed after weaning, and here i am, feeling...normal. like what i think a undepressed, unanxious person must feel like. i am at a lose as to why this is happening, and almost waiting for it to end like the hypomanic phase did (man, that sucked), since i've been depressed/anxious/dysthymic well before getting pregnant/breastfeeding. the dysthymia is there, but manageable.
Falling back on old habits (possibly triggering)
I had an anxiety attack a few days ago. It was bad, a total beast. It went on for over two hours.
I hadn't self harmed in many months, and I hadn't made myself throw up for even longer. This anxiety attack was so absolutely terrible that I ended up falling back on old habits- my first attempt to stop the attack was to self harm, and when that didn't work, I forced myself to throw up. Turns out, I just deepened my guilty and anxious feelings. The attack went on.
I'm not trying to have a pity party, but I'm wondering if I'm alone in this. Does anyone else fall back on bad habits to try to stop anxiety attacks? Does anyone else even try to stop them, or do you just let it take over? I successfully did stop them in the past by either self-harming, throwing up my food, or jumping into an ice cold shower (if I was home).
Basically, I know better than to do that type of shit to myself. I know how much it upsets my loved ones, and I know how terrible it is for me. Why oh why would I set myself back like that?
Face rash on clonazepam (klonopin)
I started taking clonazepam for sleep and anxiety on Thursday evening. Today is Sunday.
My current dosage is 1mg at bedtime. I am also on mirtazapine, 30mg at bedtime, for depression.
On Friday I woke up feeling refreshed, as though I was alive again, after a full night of sleep. That same day I noticed what looked like a bug bug bite on my right cheek which I dismissed as such. On Saturday I had another bug bite under my right eye, again I brushed it off as a bug bite. But today I woke up with the same bites, this time a lot more red, tender, and itchy than the previous days.
The right side of my face shows a clear rash starting over my eyebrow through the right side of my nose and finally descending to my right cheek with a splotch under my right eye.
I don't feel any worse, nor have I had any changes in vision or anything else that warrants immediate attention.
I've notified my doctor and I will be hearing back from him on Monday.
Should I be worried? Has anyone else had a similar experience? I don't want to stop taking it because I don't want to stop sleeping again.
I wonder if the rash will disappear as my body gets used to the medication.
Any feedback is appreciated!
I need to talk (some TW)
I've been avoiding this site like the plague for a while. I think. I frankly haven't worked up the courage to check my profile yet, to see when I was last here or what i wrote.
But tonight I really need someone to sort of... acknowledge my words? Too know that i have communicated these thoughts to another person and that it wasn't scary.
I've been telling myself that I'm faking everything related to metal illness. I've been like an opposite Sherlock Holmes piecing together terrible explanations out of the tiniest things to prove to myself i have been an attention seeking liar all along. (Seeing how this has been during months of isolating myself, I'm almost impressed by how convinced i am that I'm seeking attention!)
_____//talk of suicidal stuff!!//________
Two months ago the was a snow storm and i had to travel somewhere by bus. I just gave up, sitting on a bench, wearing just a thin jacket over my clothes, and stayed there for about two hours. At some point in the middle, after i had lost feeling in my hands and while internally berating myself for not admitting just how fine and healthy i was, i could feel the joints in my elbow spassming and laughed out loud at the irony of that. Because i really, really wanted to just stay there and die and never have to deal with anything ever again.
(One of me had made a call to tell someone where i was, and they would have found me if I hadn't gone home when I did)
________//done with that subject now//__
I keep losing time and it's so fucking scary. Sometimes i feel like i change into someone else, and my lost time is back, fully or partially, but then the other time is missing. Like there is a partial link between the parts of me that remember different things but can sort of give a few impressions of certain memories.
I've been (and am) going through some major real life crisis since maybe spring. So I pressed all my realisation about this stuff, depersonalisation and all, deep down into the bottom of my head. It's starting to come back this week. I think it's because i keep crying in my dreams the last many nights.
I haven't allowed myself to feel too much, mainly because there is no doubt i will break if i feel anything right now. I need to not cry until my basic survival is less threatened than it is right now. If i feel things before i know I'll not be homeless I'll just give up completely. But i keep switching to someone/whoever i was a few years ago and i keep feeling this weird dread that time has passed. I feel unreal and exhausted.
I don't know what I want with this post. I think I just need to tell someone, again, that the problem i have is identifiable and understandable and that I'm not alone. There is a name for this, I'm not doomed, I'll be okay.