I went off my antidepressants and discovered I've been
screwed. I started taking Celexa because I was so down
and crying all the time. My life was painful. My medi-
cation made life so easy. I hardly ever felt that "pissed
off" feeling. Little and even big things just didn't seem
to bother me. I felt like a very Christian woman; I had
a bigger perspective. I was happy most of the time.
I had almost no sex drive but, as long as I was willing,
my husband didn't care. A placid wife who knew how
to make the right moves and perform some traditional
stuff and was almost always available was perfect.
So, a few weeks ago I was feeling content. I had been
working out alot and the endorphins felt like "enough".
My prescription ran out, I called in the refill, and then
I just got crazy busy. In the past, I have "weened"
myself off of this medication. And I've been successful.
After a year or so, something would happen and I felt
like I needed the drug. This time, I just couldn't get
to the pharmacy. It's been about 2 weeks. I picked up
the prescription today but I didn't take it. I am ready
to confront some people who have taken advantage of
my good (and medicated) nature.