I took a half dose of my antidepressant this morning as the beginning of an attempt to come off it. Whether or not I’ll be able to come of the stupid things altogether, or whether I’ll need a new one remains to be seen. My doctor and I will work that out as time goes on.
I’ve been unhappy about some stuff in my life for a while – basically all my creativity seems to be abandoning me, from my creative writing (just gone with everything untouched for about two years) to my stitching (just don’t feel like doing it) and even my reading (getting harder and harder), along with some other stuff that doesn’t need to be mentioned in a public place.
I recently went to see a CFS specialist (something I meant to blog about but never did – maybe one day) and something she said made me wonder if these things related to the antidepressant rather than it being a case of “just me” as I had been assuming.
All the same, trying to go off an antidepressant is always rather scary as you never know if the depression will come back or what the withdrawal will be like. And the withdrawal from this one (Effexor) is supposed to be especially nasty.
So all in all, I’m feeling pretty nervous about it all. A few good thoughts would be appreciated and we’ll see how it goes as the days go on.