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~ My Depression Medication Was Killing Me~

Having depression most of my life I have tried many medications to aid in my treatment.  While I'd rather not have to depend on a pill to help me get out of bed and feel even, without it I am not able to deal with day to day life.  The medication I was on last, Prozac, was one I had tried many years ago before I had kids. It didn't help me then and now I realize, it was only worse this time around. It was killing me. So I went off of it. For now I am medication free and I have to admit, compared to how the Prozac made me feel, I am better without it.  Not cured, not happy. Just no longer hopeless and suicidal. Prozac works quickly. Within a week it can change your thinking.  If its affects were as tame as they were the first month I may not have needed to stop it all together. Still, slowly and without warning I found myself sleeping all day and night in 2-hour increments. When I wasn't sleeping I was staring at the ceiling planning the end of my life and not cari...
My memories of you have worn soft and feathery like the edges of a well-read novel. I no longer see the colors or shapes  of the memories we  made but instead feel them firing off  the synapses of my mind  as if I was born with the thought of you  already implanted in my d.n.a. © 2015 Stacy J. French~Roosa (All rights reserved)