~whisper~ I'm Scared of Medication.... [Possible Trigger]
Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:39 pm
Although I will almost always be 1 of the first people to say seek a medical opinion, I am going to admit that I am scared of medication & have a serious reluctance to running for it.
I will explain below. [I'm not trying to be a hypocrite.] Ah, it's long again....
My Question: If you experienced what happened to me, would you be willing to try out different medications to resolve the remaining problems, especially considering there is usually a risk of suicide associated with some medications?
My experiences with getting help have not been good. The doctors kept tossing me around like what's done with a volleyball in a volleyball game. I don't want to think that it was because I am brown-skinned. I'm going to hope that they were simply just limited in their "expertise".
It was back + forth & back + forth & back + forth I went until I decided to stop the insanity. The doctors & the medication were actually having a negative effect on me.
There was only 1 who genuinely wished to help & that was this 1 psychologist I met. I liked his approach. He was pretty alright.
The last straw was when I went to the psychiatrist & told her that I wanted to deal with my issues without medicine. She outright ignored what I had said & handed me a prescription for pills.
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Pills aren't usually a problem for me, but I found I was having a problem with them. I had had a seizure a few years ago in my 2nd to last year of undergraduate study.
Trileptal [oxcarbazepine] was hellish. My mood went to pot. My personality changed, & I pretty much became another person. I was almost always angry & ultra irritable. I was almost always ultra stressed out & functioning in panic mode. Doing that every day is not the ideal. I told the doctor, but he had said that the medicine wasn't causing my mood change & that he had not heard reports of it.
It was dumb of me to listen to him. I figured he knew best, but I was wrong about that.
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Back to the psychiatrist, she handed me the prescription for the mood stabilizer & said I would have to be on it for the rest of my life, even after saying that it was possible that some people can pretty much go batty if Trileptal + other anti-seizure/anticonvulsant meds are not taken with a mood stabilizer. I was never prescribed one while I was on Trileptal until much much later [close to when I was about to be finished taking it]. I refused & stopped putting my life in the hands of fools & idiots.
I believe Trileptal affected my mood. I was okay with a few ups & downs before I started taking it. Surely I had issues prior to my seizure, but I believe that the medication exacerbated them. I hung on for as long as I could with my moods. I was nearly finished with taking the meds & would be off of them soon.
Unfortunately, 1 day in graduate school, my professor got on my case for me not turning in my assignments. I WAS NOT simply NOT turning in my assignments. The problem with my mood finally got to be too much. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't get any thing done no matter what/how I tried. My memory was bad. I actually stopped functioning & in that moment of my professor talking hard to me, I snapped. No one knew what the hell I was going through & it's not like any one cared either.
I just barely pulled myself away from him. I was so upset because I am a hard working person [a recovering perfectionist] & I was doing all I could & there he was making me out to be some kind of irresponsible student, who was just slacking off for the sake of doing so. [I was a minority in the university I attended. He was too but we were not of the same ethnic background. I was very mad because that is a stereotype I don't like & I am not.]
My mind was not good that day. I got so pissed I wanted to out his light. I was ready to do it, too. As I'm not a violent person, I walked away from him but could not contain my anger & proceeded to break down horribly.
I was like a raging madwoman that day, who kept on raging. It's a wonder I didn't have a heart attack or bust an artery. My mood was fire & brimstone & lava spewing all over the place. There was no 1 to turn to & I suicided that day. I overdosed on the same accursed Trileptal medication I so thoroughly detested for robbing me of my life & creating the nightmare I lived day in & day out. It's possible it could have been worse, though, I guess...
Popping those pills every day was like a death sentence to me. [I'm not trying to be a drama queen, but that was what it felt like to me. I sort of saw myself die/decline while taking Trileptal. It was as though my life was not my own. I was outside looking in at myself & not seeming to have any real control.]
****That's one reason I don't have pills around me much. I OD-ed but survived so I really didn't want them around to be a constant reminder. I freaked out for a long time every time I had a bottle of pills in my hand. I was always tempted to take the whole thing. [I got through it by using those small tubular travel size pill cases.] The death wish remains, but it is more manageable now.
****The other reason I am reluctant to take medication is that the mood stabilizer created a bad dependence in me for it [post-suicide]. Ironically, it's only after suiciding & surviving that that's when all the doctors realized I needed a mood stabilizer. Oh please. They were so lame. No, wait a minute. On second thought, I'm going to say it how I 1st thought it: those lame a*s mf-ers...
Any way, if I recall correctly, the 1 prescribed for me was Lamictal. It worked at 1st, & I felt good. You know, it was like, "YEAH!" Then, its novelty wore off, & I needed more to get the same effect. I kept needing more & needing more & needing even more.
I could foresee having a problem. I believe that if I didn't stop taking Lamictal, I would have abused it or have a bad addiction to it or be strung out on drugs some place. I felt like an addict when I took that stuff. Oh gosh & I've never done any drugs in my life. I don't wish that on any one. I was not willing to keep taking Lamictal or Trileptal, once I got to this point. I was supposed to be coming off the Trileptal any way, so I stopped. I was not going to be a drug addict. Oh hell no. I had had enough.
Since I was taking Trileptal for about 3 years, I went from taking 2 tablets per day to only 1 to half a tablet & finally walked away from it in about 2 to 3 months. I never bothered with the doctors again either. I don't know where I would be now if I had not rid myself of the medication.
Now, I consider & try out alternatives. I have almost recovered/recreated/rebuilt my old self or a little bit of my old self re-emerged & I am happier for it. I still have issues, but they are nothing like what I experienced while being on medication.
Edit: In sum, it was painful--very painful indeed.
I will explain below. [I'm not trying to be a hypocrite.] Ah, it's long again....
My Question: If you experienced what happened to me, would you be willing to try out different medications to resolve the remaining problems, especially considering there is usually a risk of suicide associated with some medications?
My experiences with getting help have not been good. The doctors kept tossing me around like what's done with a volleyball in a volleyball game. I don't want to think that it was because I am brown-skinned. I'm going to hope that they were simply just limited in their "expertise".
It was back + forth & back + forth & back + forth I went until I decided to stop the insanity. The doctors & the medication were actually having a negative effect on me.
There was only 1 who genuinely wished to help & that was this 1 psychologist I met. I liked his approach. He was pretty alright.
The last straw was when I went to the psychiatrist & told her that I wanted to deal with my issues without medicine. She outright ignored what I had said & handed me a prescription for pills.
------------------
Pills aren't usually a problem for me, but I found I was having a problem with them. I had had a seizure a few years ago in my 2nd to last year of undergraduate study.
Trileptal [oxcarbazepine] was hellish. My mood went to pot. My personality changed, & I pretty much became another person. I was almost always angry & ultra irritable. I was almost always ultra stressed out & functioning in panic mode. Doing that every day is not the ideal. I told the doctor, but he had said that the medicine wasn't causing my mood change & that he had not heard reports of it.
It was dumb of me to listen to him. I figured he knew best, but I was wrong about that.
------------------------
Back to the psychiatrist, she handed me the prescription for the mood stabilizer & said I would have to be on it for the rest of my life, even after saying that it was possible that some people can pretty much go batty if Trileptal + other anti-seizure/anticonvulsant meds are not taken with a mood stabilizer. I was never prescribed one while I was on Trileptal until much much later [close to when I was about to be finished taking it]. I refused & stopped putting my life in the hands of fools & idiots.
I believe Trileptal affected my mood. I was okay with a few ups & downs before I started taking it. Surely I had issues prior to my seizure, but I believe that the medication exacerbated them. I hung on for as long as I could with my moods. I was nearly finished with taking the meds & would be off of them soon.
Unfortunately, 1 day in graduate school, my professor got on my case for me not turning in my assignments. I WAS NOT simply NOT turning in my assignments. The problem with my mood finally got to be too much. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't get any thing done no matter what/how I tried. My memory was bad. I actually stopped functioning & in that moment of my professor talking hard to me, I snapped. No one knew what the hell I was going through & it's not like any one cared either.
I just barely pulled myself away from him. I was so upset because I am a hard working person [a recovering perfectionist] & I was doing all I could & there he was making me out to be some kind of irresponsible student, who was just slacking off for the sake of doing so. [I was a minority in the university I attended. He was too but we were not of the same ethnic background. I was very mad because that is a stereotype I don't like & I am not.]
My mind was not good that day. I got so pissed I wanted to out his light. I was ready to do it, too. As I'm not a violent person, I walked away from him but could not contain my anger & proceeded to break down horribly.
I was like a raging madwoman that day, who kept on raging. It's a wonder I didn't have a heart attack or bust an artery. My mood was fire & brimstone & lava spewing all over the place. There was no 1 to turn to & I suicided that day. I overdosed on the same accursed Trileptal medication I so thoroughly detested for robbing me of my life & creating the nightmare I lived day in & day out. It's possible it could have been worse, though, I guess...
Popping those pills every day was like a death sentence to me. [I'm not trying to be a drama queen, but that was what it felt like to me. I sort of saw myself die/decline while taking Trileptal. It was as though my life was not my own. I was outside looking in at myself & not seeming to have any real control.]
****That's one reason I don't have pills around me much. I OD-ed but survived so I really didn't want them around to be a constant reminder. I freaked out for a long time every time I had a bottle of pills in my hand. I was always tempted to take the whole thing. [I got through it by using those small tubular travel size pill cases.] The death wish remains, but it is more manageable now.
****The other reason I am reluctant to take medication is that the mood stabilizer created a bad dependence in me for it [post-suicide]. Ironically, it's only after suiciding & surviving that that's when all the doctors realized I needed a mood stabilizer. Oh please. They were so lame. No, wait a minute. On second thought, I'm going to say it how I 1st thought it: those lame a*s mf-ers...
Any way, if I recall correctly, the 1 prescribed for me was Lamictal. It worked at 1st, & I felt good. You know, it was like, "YEAH!" Then, its novelty wore off, & I needed more to get the same effect. I kept needing more & needing more & needing even more.
I could foresee having a problem. I believe that if I didn't stop taking Lamictal, I would have abused it or have a bad addiction to it or be strung out on drugs some place. I felt like an addict when I took that stuff. Oh gosh & I've never done any drugs in my life. I don't wish that on any one. I was not willing to keep taking Lamictal or Trileptal, once I got to this point. I was supposed to be coming off the Trileptal any way, so I stopped. I was not going to be a drug addict. Oh hell no. I had had enough.
Since I was taking Trileptal for about 3 years, I went from taking 2 tablets per day to only 1 to half a tablet & finally walked away from it in about 2 to 3 months. I never bothered with the doctors again either. I don't know where I would be now if I had not rid myself of the medication.
Now, I consider & try out alternatives. I have almost recovered/recreated/rebuilt my old self or a little bit of my old self re-emerged & I am happier for it. I still have issues, but they are nothing like what I experienced while being on medication.
Edit: In sum, it was painful--very painful indeed.