I'm sure you've heard that depression tends to run in families. Well today I picked up another prescription for antidepressants. This time for my dog.
Speaking of depression and antidepressants...... Mine are working, wooooo hoooooooooooooo! How much do I love AD's? A LOT!
As you know, I started off on an eighth of a pill (Celexa / Cipramil), and even on only an eighth, I felt some pretty strong side effects (my body is incredibly sensitive to SSRI's), but obviously no where near as hectic as before. I did that for a week and then went back to see the psychologist after a week and she put me up to a quarter tablet. That week was even easier, although the first day on a quarter was a little rough. I went to see her again on Wednesday and I am up to a half. And it is kicking my arse. It has only been three days, and so I will give it a while to settle in. I can't believe (a) that my body is so sensitive to the SSRI's and (b) that my other doctors put me on a FULL pill to start off with. No wonder I had such a freak out. Yuck.
I am definitely feeling a lot better. Much less anxious, much more skippy, but best of all....MUCH better ability to focus and concentrate. What a relief.
I feel so much better on AD's, I like myself so much more and I know that I am much easier to like. I was thinking this morning that me being on AD's is like four for the price of one, because it makes such a difference to my whole family. My kids are happier and my husband is MUCH happier. You would swear he was the one on AD's. Funny how the whole family's emotional wellbeing revolves around the mother. What a responsibility.
(Ok, except it clearly isn't working for the dog. The dog is obviously not benefiting from my newfound skippiness. Poor dog)
Anyway, bottom line is I am feeling MUCH better already, even on just half a pill. I am never, ever going off these pills. EVER.
* For those of you who are interested, my dog Chilli (not the homosexual guard dog, the other one, the one with the unfortunate figure) is busy chewing her own limbs. As in gaping wounds. Sounds absolutely revolting, and it is pretty gruesome. After ruling all sorts of other things out, it appears she is some kind of anxiety condition that leads to OCD kind of behaviour. I can't remember the exact diagnosis but the dog is on antidepressants. My life is a circus, I tell you.