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I’ve been on SNRI’s for a decade +. Venlafaxine, the worst of the bunch. They “work” in that I can feel barely able to live as opposed to definitely wanting to off myself daily. But they disabled my dick and flatten any kind of peak-ey emotions as well, including riding a rollercoaster. If I forget even a single dose - BANG, brain zaps for 12 hours. Good luck falling asleep.
I don’t know whether to be thankful they exist or to be sorry I got on them and have to live life like some sort of half-human in the meantime.
If you think you can wean off it because you feel ok. It means it is working.
That’s withdrawal. Now you’ll always be on it. Kaching!
This fear has kept me depressed and anxious my whole entire life. 😀 But I’m pretty much at the end of my rope now, so hopefully I can force myself to see a doctor and get some of these addictive pills.
“Oh no, I’m addicted to being able to function!”
Remember that you should never feel guilty about using meds as they are intended to be used. Dependence ≠ addiction.
Guilt about that kept me from getting medicated for my own issues, but when I finally found what worked for me, I genuinely wept. “Is this what ‘normal’ people feel like? Able to function? Quiet thoughts? Not overwhelmed by pure, constant anxiety?”
Does it kinda suck to think that I may have to take it indefinitely? Yeah. Sure. But it’s much better than being stuck in my own head and paralyzed by my own stupid brain.
Love yourself and do what’s best for you, meds or not.
My diabetic friend is totally addicted to his insulin injections. We’re thinking of staging an intervention.
Make sure you flush his stash first, and stand strong when he says he needs it to live.
You do you. I just kicked an 8yr addiction and feel better than ever, because I worked on myself and got my brain to make the happy chems. Being addicted is the worst nightmare I’ve ever been through. It starts with “omg this actually works, I can live again!” And ends with EVERYTHING on pause. I was not a human anymore, just a robot/slave to the drug and society. A perfect little worker. Happy to be free and be a real biological creature again. If I feel bad now, there’s a reason and I go change it, it was a whole lot of work to internalize that realisation.
But hey, everyone’s different, and using drugs might help you! It just didn’t for me. More power to you.
