I was taking citalopram (generic for celexa) up until a month ago, and I stopped because I wanted to see how I would do without--more to the point, I wanted to know if I was "missing" a part of myself, because I was made to believe I might have, after reading anecdotes from various people on the net who have taken it. But now my mind is a complete clusterfuck: I am occupied by my anger, anxiety, and nightmares where I'm prey to the rest of the world. I'm watching a lot of youtube videos of rabbits being eaten by larger predators, because it is a fitting metaphor to how I see the world.
I do have some citalopram left, and will start off small tomorrow. But here's my dilemma: I want to retain some of the raw horror I just discussed, if only to remind myself of the very real, potent realities our world endures, because of betrayal from a few. But I know I won't be helping anyone if I'm trapped in a cage with an eagle or python snake.
You may be asking, How was I when I took the celexa? I think I was okay, much better than I was before because I was not ruminating nearly as much. Before I ever took it, I was young and unable to put my feelings into context, i.e. who did what, why, what it says about them or me, etc. Now I have cultivated some wisdom, made possible when I moved to a safe work environment. I knew the moment I started celexa, there would be a time I would go off of it to find any difference in my disposition . . . while I have developed social skills exceptional for where I have come from, I'm hard pressed to find any changes in my being.
Can anyone take an antidepressant just to negate the vice grip of their thoughts? Or would it be like a painted window covering the entire mind-scape?
I do have some citalopram left, and will start off small tomorrow. But here's my dilemma: I want to retain some of the raw horror I just discussed, if only to remind myself of the very real, potent realities our world endures, because of betrayal from a few. But I know I won't be helping anyone if I'm trapped in a cage with an eagle or python snake.
You may be asking, How was I when I took the celexa? I think I was okay, much better than I was before because I was not ruminating nearly as much. Before I ever took it, I was young and unable to put my feelings into context, i.e. who did what, why, what it says about them or me, etc. Now I have cultivated some wisdom, made possible when I moved to a safe work environment. I knew the moment I started celexa, there would be a time I would go off of it to find any difference in my disposition . . . while I have developed social skills exceptional for where I have come from, I'm hard pressed to find any changes in my being.
Can anyone take an antidepressant just to negate the vice grip of their thoughts? Or would it be like a painted window covering the entire mind-scape?