I’ve been taking this medication since wednesday due to my depression and anxiety…. Well…. so far.. I’m not sure if I like it or not..
I feel good mentally, more at ease. But I feel more anxious. I’m trembling and twitchy most of the time, my appetite has decreased a lot (But I am definitely not complaining about that!), I feel somewhat nauseous especially in my stomach, and I have terrible liquid diarrhea everyday (TMI)
I wouldnt mind the side effects if it werent for the diarrhea! I cant go out and eat something without thinking “omg what if I need to go!”
The good thing is, I’ve lost weight. Food doesnt seem to want to go down and even though I have the anxiety to eat something, I just cant. No food appeals to me. Dont get me wrong, I am still eating healthy and more than 1200 cals a day… but still. My twitchyness is making me type faster too.. not bad. heh. I think im more focused on my school work, but not sure if that has anything to do with the medication. Bleh.
My tummy and diarrhea is the only thing that bothers me. Oh yea, and feeling sleepy and yawning SO MUCH during the day, thanks to the clonazepam. Bleh. Its like im in a daze. I might just take it only at night time cause it helps me fall asleep… but im not sure if my daily anxiety will come back if I do. I called my psychiatrist to seee whats up, hopefully he calls me back soon.
I went to my psychiatrist yesterday, and it was…weird. I felt so uncomfortable in the waiting room and there was a shit load of people there. What was so sad was the amount of people in the waiting room, as well as actual young kids in their. I was like WTF. Its crazy to see how many young kids actually have problems. And the fact that they need medication? it just seems fucked up..
My psychiatrist barely asked me questions and kept signing papers and shit. Then out of nowhere he prescribed me celexa and clonazepam and then sent me on my merry way. I was shocked to say the least.
Not complaining about the medication, cause im happy I finally have it. Today is the first day of trying both so lets see how my body reacts to it. I tried the clonazepam last night and did feel a little light headed and woozy, but it was a nice feeling. It ended up fading after 2 hours and I actually fell asleep like a rock. AWESOME.
I highly doubt medication will be the anwser to everything, it wont. But hopefully I wont have bad days ya know? Also, im scared to death that it will lead to weight gain. I hope not..
I cant wait till next tuesday. Just one more week till I see the psychiatrist. I cant fucking wait. I dont think I can wait that long. I’m so tired, so done with everything. I’m trying hard to be patient and be more positive but I just cant, its draining and difficult. My anxiety keeps me up at night and eats away at me, I feel so stressed and tired, I feel like I want to cry, but I cant. I cant bother to smile. For what? I’m always in a bad mood. I feel physically sick and uncomfortable. I feel the stress and anxiety and worries and frustration in my forehead and upper face and stomach. I just cant anymore.
My anxiety is killing me today. My dads aprazolam didnt help. Maybe cause I took half of a whole at different times, but still. I feel physically sick and I want tp cry but cant and I just dont know what to do with myself.
I hate my parents for doing this to me. Im a 20 year old woman turning 21 this year. And i cant even attend a midnight movie premier cause its past my curfew. Like what the actual fuck. This is why i have no friends. This is why im always alone and suffer with anxiety, including social. This is why i never get invited anywhere and this is why im fucking depressed. I cant ever live a normal social life a girl my age should live. I’m stuck in this shithole till im done with Uni. I’m so fucking angry I want to cry so bad. But if they see me crying they’ll think I have an attitude. Whats the point of living and having friends or even a boyfriend? I cant wait to see my psychiatrist.
Desite the fact i told my boyfriend about my molestation and self harm with self esteem issues, i still feel like he doesn’t understand me. Like he still doesnt understand why i am the way i am. And that worries me. Cause one day im gonna snap, and he’ll get sick of me, and our relationship will go downhill.
They're old scars right? That means you've stopped. That means you've been strong enough to stop. And if they find out, they'll realise just how strong you are. You aren't 'fat'. Please don't believe that. You are strong and beautiful. Hold on.
Omg thank you so much!! Honestly, i havent officially stopped. Its just been a while since I’ve done it, i think last week was the last time. Thank you for your kind words. I’m trying my best.
I think my gym trainer saw my old cuts on my stomach. FUCKKKKKK
It was so awkward. She had to measure my body fat by using the capers thing to my stomach, I didnt think she would do it so close to the area of the scars. I had to lift up my shirt and it was sooooo embarrassing!!! I know she saw them. I know she did. They’re still noticable despite being old, they’re still healing… She didnt say anything, but when she was done she was a bit quiet checking her phone.
Hello world.. So i have my appointment made with another psychiatrist. My family psych sent me to another for a psychiatric evaluation. The sound of that freaks me out. I just hope i dont get in deep trouble. Trouble as in stress my parents even more and end up in a shit hole psych mental place cause of cutting. Omg worst nightmare. I think it’ll be ok. I’m not suicidal, so it has to be ok.
68769) People think it's all about beauty. Oh, they have an eating disorder, if I call them beautiful they won't want to starve anymore, they'll have confidence. Well, I know I'm not, and don't have a chance of being so. I just want there to be less of me to look at.
When my dad starts talking to me about my brother and how he felt, i automatically cry. And then he feels guilty cause he thinks he always makes me cry cause he’s strict…but in that moment, i cried cause I felt his pain. And I hate when my parents are hurting. I miss my brother. I made an appointment with another psychiatrist, had to leave a voicemail but whatever. Whatever happens happens. I think i need help again.