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So, I don't have a lot of experience with meds. I took Prozac a long, long time ago (8 years?) briefly and it didn't really do much. If anything, it made me feel worse at the time. Tried Wellbutrin at a low dose last year and it made my already pretty regular, vivid dreams increase in occurrence and severity. So I stopped. I'm pretty nervous about handling medication in general and was wondering if anyone had any experiences that they could share specifically with Effexor? I'm supremely nervous, as I can barely function as it is and don't know how these side effects may impact me. How long does it take to feel effect? And does anyone know at what threshold of dosage it'll actually help? I'm really flying blind here and could use any help.
I'm super new to all of this. I've had a lot of different mental problems since being a kid and am just now getting around to talking to a psychiatrist and sorting through what the hell is going on in my brain. I have GAD, PTSD, social anxiety/phobias, and some other random phobias (honestly, once the anxiety/social stuff is taken care of THEN I'll work on the random phobias). Symptoms include daily paralyzing anxiety, racing negative thoughts, panic attacks, depression, anxiety around people, anxiety leaving my apartment, vivid depressing dreams, paranoia, and, recently, EXTREME amounts of jumpiness + increased paranoia (brain likes to hit me with the scariest, worst thing that could happen to me in that moment, but I don't see/hear anything, just paranoid thoughts). There are more but that's the abbreviated list. Been especially bad for about 5-6 months and finally pushed myself to get some help. Wasn't "suicidal" per se, but was definitely tossing the idea around last year; it's subsequently been replaced by extreme, crippling existentialism. Weirdly a great cure for suicidal thoughts, but also sucks in its own way. (Bonus fun random symptom: recently been waking up in the middle of the night, fine, then having to run to the bathroom and puke my guts out + covered in cold sweats and feeling like I'm literally going to pass out. Lasts 45 min or so, sometimes less, then I go back to bed and I'm fine the next day. Recently realized I must be waking up into panic attacks. Has been happening 1-2 times a month for almost the past year.)
Welp, so, I saw a psychiatrist for the first time. It was both an extremely good thing and also extremely traumatizing because I tend to suppress, suppress - that's how I function. But, anyways, he prescribed me Effexor. I'm only taking 37.5 for one week, then upping to 75. I'll see him again in three weeks to re-evaluate how I'm doing. I'm super duper terrified because, well, let's be real - that's my natural state. I've only been on it two days and I feel fine-ish, I guess. I had a particularly anxiety-ridden last week so my current definition of 'fine' is not having a panic attack every other day so my bar for "fine" is messed up this week. But, seriously, I'm fine. I'm just worried. I'm curious as to how long it generally takes to feel side effects for medicines like these. Is it right away? Is it months? I honestly don't even know if those are questions anyone can answer. I'm just feeling kind of alone in all of this and looking for people who know what I'm going through.
I have sever social anxiety, depression and very likely ADHD (I'll get assessed for it soon hopefully). My GP prescribed me Citalopram 10mg, I'm starting taking it tomorrow but I was just curios because from reading around I understand it can make depression and anxiety worse at start. I was wondering if anyone had experiences with this drug and how was it?
My christmas was okay.
I survived it.
I do well when the food is rolling in and the drinks are flowing. Saves me from having to make idle chit-chat.
Went to one family gathering and I ended up getting the shakes (I have essential tremor of the head and neck) and nerves.
My seat was in the corner in front of family I rarely see.
I ended up swallowing 2 ativan, and some pepto-bizmal and swallowed my pride and survived.
we were being forced to socialize and it was painful.
Anyone want to share?
Hi, I am new here. I am an adoptive parent of a 12 year old girl. I though long and hard before adopting as a person with social anxiety. I worried about my ability to connect and give my child what she needed. But I managed to convince myself that I would get by. Not sure that was a correct assumption. I have seen posts from parents with social anxiety complaining about having to sit in the car at soccer practices etc, or not having their children in extra curiculars because of their anxiety. That isn't my story. My daughter has always been in extra-curriculars, and I don't sit in my car. Can't say I socialize either, but I go. The biggest challenge that I face, and I think it is the reason for my social anxiety rather than the other way around, is my lack of conversational skills. Starting conversations, keeping conversations going in a way that gets more than 1 word answers, speaking coherently and not getting tongue tied all all problems. So I have always been the quiet type. I think my daughter has suffered because communication skills are a big part of connection and feeling connected. Our dinner time conversations are minimal. We don't talk much in the car, we don't talk much during the day. I do the usual stuff like "how was your day" which gets "fine", and "do you have home" which gets "yes". But getting conversations, and actual conversations, not parent lectures going is next to impossible. I have read up on it, and most sites have conversation starters for kids that make my kid role her eyes - Tell me three good things that happened today at school" and stuff like that that feels fake to her. I am desperate to keep my connection with my daughter as she grows, but we are drifting apart. Has anyone here developed good communication with their children despite being very shy? Thanks.
I look in the mirror and see a really standard white female, average and in my opinion she is pretty! I think I actually went from an ugly duckling to a swan in fact. I have days were I feel ugly but today is a good day. And I feel it's important to tell myself this because I was bullied so much as a teen about my appearance. I didn't look much worse than anyone else looking back, I was sort of plain looking because I was too stressed out to care much about fashion or doing my hair. But yet my anxiety always gravitates back to "People treat me horribly because I look weird to them and they wouldn't if I were prettier or had better clothes", but that is well, crazy! People are mean not because of how someone look but because of their own personal problems/lack of empathy/boredom and they think they can use random people as their punching bags whenever they feel like it, or they've got it in their warped minds that it's fun to tear people down.
I am frustrated by this problem because I feel guilty that I worry about my appearance so much, that it makes me shallow or something. It goes against my true values and beliefs and everything I've learned thus far about beauty, which is that:
a) Scientists have already proven that "ugly" is what we call something that our brains have difficulty processing. I wish I could find the article for this but yeah, if a person finds something hard to look at it means they've been looking at the same thing for too long and need to get out of their comfort zone.
b) I am a proud feminist, and so in general I think a girl has a right to be whatever she wants to be, and she doesn't have to fit into Society's beauty ideals to be treated as an equal.
c) This quote: "You are beautiful when you do beautiful things."
The most frustrating stuff that comes up is not that I keep having these persistent "I'm ugly, I'm a freak, I don't belong here" thoughts, but that I get jealous of girls who say they are sick of being catcalled. How messed up is that?? I hate it. Being catcalled is just another form of harassment and somehow my mind has been polluted with this unwanted thought that it's somehow better to be catcalled than to be straight up insulted and called shit-ugly by grown men (Or semi-grown men I guess, it happened in College.) Then again maybe they weren't really grown men for behaving that way....no they weren't. They were bratty toddlers in adult male bodies. Yeah. >:)
Girls, any of you have these struggles? These thoughts that contradict your other thoughts and make you feel bad? Ugh, the struggle is real.