Anyone here have any experience with Prozac/Fluoxetine? I've got low energy levels and difficulty concentrating (on school work), and I'd like to know if anyone else experienced something similar.
Yup, I take it. Those are possible side-effects, yeah although it's hard for me to say if I share them with you because my illness causes a great deal of fatigue. What's your dose?
I'm just venting, so I don't expect any reply, but I really need to get it off my mind and this is the only place I can do it in relative anonymity while still easing the burden the revelation poses.
From an early age, I had suspicions that my parents investigated any activity I did, from speaking to teachers regularly about what I said and/or did in class, to the parents of friends who they had investigated to find out precisely what I said, to relatives who I spoke to so they could glean every bit of insight into what I was doing to later manipulate, to any other miscellaneous individual who I came into contact with. In adition, they had a rather corrosive affect on anything I enjoyed, be it swimming (where my father always demanded on accompanying me, where he always ended up shouting at me and/or telling me I was shit at it) to a friend I brought home (who they interrogated, and then integrated themselves in all activites which made the person who had been my friend dislike me due to their obsessive behaviour destroying the day). To remedy this, I resolved never to mingle that which I liked, be it friends or hobbies, with them, in order to avoid their corrosive affect on all that made me feel decent about myself, by refusing to speak to relatives to any extent, refusing to bring home friends while they were present, and refusing to partake in any activities I enjoyed until thy were gone. This is, of course, overlooking their manipulative, dehumanising, insulting, belittling, narcissistic, spiteful, and obsessive nature, and my father's alcoholism and penchant for outbursts of screaming.
There was quite a large length of time where I strongly believed there were cameras scattered amongst my house so that they could observe my behaviour while I was away, and manipulate me more successfully when they returned. This was, clearly, insane, and paranoid. I knew full well that it was, but even so in the moments that I believed this I was gripped with a sense of certainty as it conflicted with my rational acknowledgement that it was crazy. I had thought, perhaps, that maybe they didn't contact relatives to find out what I was doing, perhaps they didn't contact friends' parents in the past, that they didn't contact teachers or the school facilty, perhaps that was crazy too? Never the less I never reigned myself in, I wasn't so doubtful that they were indeed that controlling so as to break my personal vow of silence and detachment and to preserve what little privacy, and happiness I had.
A few weeks ago, I discovered that they indeed searched my room regularly and most of that happiness diminished, particularly as the circumstances surrounding that carried grave consequences for my future and deeply impacted the stability of my living situation, but while things had remained rather static in a practical sense since then, I had slightly come to terms with the situation. And then today, while with my aunt, she stated bluntly that my mother had always contacted her as soon as I left so that my mother would try and loosen crumbs of information from her by joking about how she'd be contacted when I left and my mother would interrogate her as she (my aunt; one of three people I trust that aren't friends, my others being my grandmother and former child-minder, neither of who I trust not to reveal everything to my parents) remained tight-lipped. All of a sudden I feel like every potential piece of supposed paranoia I'd had regarding them has vanished. Every single feeling of loathing, scathing hatred of them which I'd had suppressed since the revelation of them searching my items obsessively has surfaced once more. Every possibility I once considered delusional has now been rendered as a distinctly realistic possibility. I had thought that escaping their grasp was a possibility as I leave for college and cease all communication, but that miniscule hope has been squashed; given how obsessive they are, given how distrustful and manipulative I can now plainly see, with confirmation to all but the most insane belief, that they are, it's clear that they'll never retract their tendrils. I don't, as already stated, expect a reply, there's not really any escape from the situation at the moment, The only thing I really have is a fierce hatred of them which I really must get out of my head as quickly as possible, hence this post, as it really is a bad idea to let it fester.
I got a B- for C programming class, so I got a decent grade on one homework he didn't grade. Also, he drops the lowest grade. The percentage was 64.81%, so I thought I got a D as a class grade. But when I looked at my schedule details, I got B-. That surprised the hell out of me since I don't know how I got that grade. I just hope it's legitimate grade.
Anyone here have any experience with Prozac/Fluoxetine? I've got low energy levels and difficulty concentrating (on school work), and I'd like to know if anyone else experienced something similar.
I wish I had people in my life I could go to for help, but no one seems able to help me anymore.
I'm just really lonely...Maybe I wasn't meant to be happy.
First session with the new psychiatrist went pretty well yesterday. He told me that what I'm going through is manageable for a lot of people, even if it is something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. He said he knows things are getting worse year over year for me, but that things will eventually plateau about it and I should avoid thinking about things getting worse as much as possible, because focusing on it will make things even worse. He also talked about the nature of my hallucinations and delusions and talked about why those specific ones were hitting me.
He also filled out my work accommodation form, and now I have an extra 20 days off per year. Which gives me a total of a month off from work per year, plus my regular 4 weeks of vacation. I guess there is a good side,
Been reading through here and wanted to respond in more detail but something Prax said got me to thinking, and my sleep deprived brain got stuck on it. It's just an observation and I guess it's about comparing + compartmentalizing ourselves, and about how the world isn't black and white. (it's probably all kinds of wonderful messed up grey). So in that, spirit, i guess, here are are a few people you might know:
- That odd guy on the street corner with negligible hygiene hawking goods out of a trench coat? Kindest, warmest person youll meet. Great at chess. Recovered alcoholic. Straight A student in their day. Very specific about what kind of bluegrass music they like.
- Person in flashy designer suit? Beacon of confidence. Sweet car, stunning partner. Inner demons so consuming that they cry themselves to sleep every night but for some reason can't seem to shed any actual tears. Great with kids and loves animals. Really good at Dark Souls.
- Involuntary hospital patient? On all of the meds. Has 80 percent of diagnoses found in the DSM-V. Throws chairs to communicate. Sees polychrome monkeys descending from the clouds on the regular. Has the most joyous laugh, and loving partner.
- Staff member at the same hospital? More issues combined than all 87 patients. Terrible childhood. Crochet champion. Novice thespian. At home, throws chairs to communicate.
- Jackass next door? Jackass. 'Cos reasons. Bad listener. (loves kittens).
- Celeb-person on the news site? Seems to really have it all together. Paralyzing fear of flying snakes. Plays PC strategy games on easy setting. Wants to be someone else.
I've never gone from so happy to so low as fast as I have this week. That job offer I mentioned earlier officially came through on Monday, but the salary was quite a bit lower than I'd hoped for. And so I've been crying almost constantly because I'm having to fight between a) taking the huge leap in moving to a place that I can barely afford (if I can afford it all now) or b) giving up not only a "dream" job, but also the only job opportunity I've had in a year of unemployment. I'm so afraid, and terrified, and uncertain of my future. In fact, I'm crying as I write this, because I am just so unable to control my emotions at the moment.
Nothing like being four months away from 30, and feeling like you're just a child still.
How stretched is your budget?
I really begin to question if I am even a good person or not...
I've never gone from so happy to so low as fast as I have this week. That job offer I mentioned earlier officially came through on Monday, but the salary was quite a bit lower than I'd hoped for. And so I've been crying almost constantly because I'm having to fight between a) taking the huge leap in moving to a place that I can barely afford (if I can afford it all now) or b) giving up not only a "dream" job, but also the only job opportunity I've had in a year of unemployment. I'm so afraid, and terrified, and uncertain of my future. In fact, I'm crying as I write this, because I am just so unable to control my emotions at the moment.
Nothing like being four months away from 30, and feeling like you're just a child still.
I've never gone from so happy to so low as fast as I have this week. That job offer I mentioned earlier officially came through on Monday, but the salary was quite a bit lower than I'd hoped for. And so I've been crying almost constantly because I'm having to fight between a) taking the huge leap in moving to a place that I can barely afford (if I can afford it all now) or b) giving up not only a "dream" job, but also the only job opportunity I've had in a year of unemployment. I'm so afraid, and terrified, and uncertain of my future. In fact, I'm crying as I write this, because I am just so unable to control my emotions at the moment.
Nothing like being four months away from 30, and feeling like you're just a child still.
Given ideal circumstances? I'll be $50 in the black every month.
Unless I can find a great roommate before I move out there, in which case I can save on rent and live a little better. That's probably not going to happen until at least a month or two after I move.
Is it possible to downsize temporarily? Or are you already looking at a super cheap rental deal? Building up savings is very important in my book. It's your backup plan.
New member here just checking in to say hi, I feel like ill be spending quite some time here. Ive been having severe anxiety as of late i even went to the ER last week with splitting chest pains and extreme difficulty breathing(among other things) convinced i was gonna die only for them to tell me im fine. How embarrassing
If anyone is feeling charitable, I could really use someone to talk to about things.
New member here just checking in to say hi, I feel like ill be spending quite some time here. Ive been having severe anxiety as of late i even went to the ER last week with splitting chest pains and extreme difficulty breathing(among other things) convinced i was gonna die only for them to tell me im fine. How embarrassing
New member here just checking in to say hi, I feel like ill be spending quite some time here. Ive been having severe anxiety as of late i even went to the ER last week with splitting chest pains and extreme difficulty breathing(among other things) convinced i was gonna die only for them to tell me im fine. How embarrassing
I've responded to you a couple times about Remicade and you haven't responded. I have been in your position before.
I have been on Remicade for 13 years. Without Remicade, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be alive today and at the very least, would not be able to function without it.
It's incredibly easier to focus on your mental health when you don't need to think of your other illnesses. I remember I have Crohn's diseaseonly when I have an infusion. That's it. For 2-3 hours every 1.5 months, I remember I have Crohns. Remicade has allowed me to function as a human being.
You live in Ontario (I'm assuming based on Trillium), you are about to rock it. Remicade has changed my life. You are going to notice a difference.
Yeah, I have experience with Fluoxetine. I quickly gave it up because I felt it was not effective. It was stupid because I barely gave it a chance. Yeah, it affected my energy levels detrimentally though. Talk to your doctor if you are having issues don't be dumb like me and quit cold turkey.
I called target today to check my status of my application. They turned it down because they wanted my availability to be everyday. I should've said that I'm available everyday since I'm in my summer break from college. But for some odd reason, I didn't say anything and just accept the fact that I was turned down. After that, I went back wasting my time on the internet doing the same routine. I'm never going to get a job, even if they're hiring. I'm getting scummier as I move forward. I hate what I've become.
Well I accepted the job. Took a step back, and decided to take things one at a time. Now that I know I'll be working in a month, I can focus on finding my new home. Once I do that, I'll figure out what needs to be cut out from my budget to make up for the variance in rent. Just gotta take things one day at a time, and try not to get too stressed out.
Are there any other department stores around? Maybe try something else. I remember I used to work at Burlington coat factory for 4 years and didn't know jack shit about clothes :lol
There's Macy's, but I'm never working there again. I'll try Burlington Coat Factory. Is there an online application for that place?
I'd suggest using Google Maps to find out what stores are in your area (as well as comparable places), then plot out a series of them to visit and ask for job applications. Then repeat the following day with completed applications. Might save you some time and energy if, for instance, the local store's not hiring for some reason.
Realize there is nothing to regret. Just like a mentally disabled person won't become president, some people won't become happy, or have friends. When you accept that fact, regret doesn't even enter into it. You can then embrace the pure rage!
In fun news, we had a big E3 live chat in IRC last year and it was an absolute riot. It will happen again this year! Please join us! This is a great low - key way to get to know people in IRC.
Mumble yo. Time we stress-test this thing.
Any ideas how make me feel like sportacus