Ended up being prescribed an 100 mg increase in Seroquel (to 300) and a small increase in lamictal (50mg). But I’m considering not taking it. I started the process of paring back my meds 3 months ago with my pdocs help partially in a quest to see if my mind still exists behind all the crap I’m on. Adding more meds to the list just pushes that further away. They determined I was not a threat to myself or others, so I’m not that sick.
When do you sacrifice your goals to do what other people are telling you to do?
I actually finally got on the right path when I listened to my doc, did what he said, started including my family in my therapy and tried therapy.
I don’t think I sacrificed anything when I took my meds without argument.
Due to the stuff I’ve learned in CBT and the therapy that has helped me, and quitting smoking, drinking and illegal drugs… I’ve been able to cut back my dose with my doc’s help.
There are times the dose has to raise so I can get through what I need to get through… but then when I’m level again… the dose can be dropped back down.
I hope you get to where you want to be. Good luck.
When you haven’t the capacity to take proper care of yourself.
Until then, let no one deter your goals and prove you knew what was good for you all along.
…or at least give it your best and if you fall, accept the outstretched hand and allow others to help you until you can stand on your own two feet again.
I used to have a Dr who believed in a medication holiday - once a week leave everything off. I got to have a feel of life without it + to have dreams one night a week.
I don’t do that anymore - various meds + I can’t get to sleep at night without taking zyprexa
Pob, that would be amazing. I just came to the realization a few months back that I no longer remember back before I got slammed on all these meds. I don’t know who I was back then anymore. For all I know I could have a period of adjustment then be back to that time if I wasn’t drugged all the time. All I remember is being happy before all this started.
It’ll come back to you, I guess when the meds wear off, but more often than not so will everything else follow. When you get in a stable place, if you decide to take the meds, you might ask about the med holiday.
I didn’t do the increase in drugs but didn’t cut down to nothing either. Today there are bugs crawling over my brain. I can feel them inside my skull. Their tiny feet make clicking sounds and I can hear them whispering to me, adding to the voices I can already hear. It’s so loud, the cacophony of voices whispering and shouting. I want to let them all out but the only way out is through holes in my skin but if I bleed someone will see the bugs and hear the voices. But I need the release. I need the quiet.