Hi.
Hey there.
I haven't logged into this account in, what, nine years? Ten?
I very much doubt that any of my former LJ friends use this site anymore. It was probably replaced with Facebook and Twitter and Instagram as the avenue of choice to share our every thought and feeling. But I need to write today, and at least feel that there's the possibility that someone is on the other side.
I've been on antidepressants for four years now. I went on them following a brain injury that dredged up the anxiety and depression that I had been trying so hard to fight through, and the death of my grandfather, the dearest person I've ever known. And then I had a breakdown and quit my job and took time off and went back to school and started a new career and moved to Toronto with my partner and stayed on the meds the whole time, because with one big life change after another, it was never the time to take a chance on my brain.
But I've been settled now for a while. Settled in my relationship, settled in my job, settled in my new city, and it was safe to try feeling fully again, shedding the veil of SSRIs.
The withdrawal was the sickest I've ever been. They say that my particular brand is harder to quit than cocaine.
( Collapse )