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Posted by AnneL on March 15, 2002, at 23:38:03
I can't believe it! Just 2 days ago I fell into a deep depression which I think was triggered by
the one year anniversary of my only two teenage daughters moving to Arizona to live with their father when I became severely depressed. I was so afraid, afraid to live and afraid to die. I thought I had hit the dreaded "poop out" and that I was SOL. But thank God for a very caring former pdoc (lost him when I lost my insurance) who took my phone call and gave me hope, encouragement and called a supposedly very well-known and brilliant psychopharmacologist who I will be seeing on Tuesday. My last plea was, what can I do now to get some relief before Tuesday?!! He very simply and calmly advised me to increase my dose by 37.5 mg. up to 262.5 mg. and hold on tight until Tuesday. He said to call him at home if I needed anything! Within 8 hours of taking the additional 37.5 mg. I started to feel relief. I may be a little jittery maybe once or twice during the day, but the black hole has been held at bay. So the long and short of it is this, Effexor may not be the only medication I need, but before you dump it, make sure you get your pdoc to increase the dose before you call it a failure. :) AnneL
Posted by Sue Doe on March 16, 2002, at 9:58:40
In reply to Before you dump Effexor. . ., posted by AnneL on March 15, 2002, at 23:38:03
> I can't believe it! Just 2 days ago I fell into a deep depression which I think was triggered by
> the one year anniversary of my only two teenage daughters moving to Arizona.........I'm glad to read a good Pdoc story. From seeing the posts here, this may be more rare and valuable than sometimes thought!
As for anniversarial (?) depression, will it subside when the anniversary season passes?
My third daughter was married Feb. 12 and my oldest son ran away on March 13. These losses are unbelievably tormenting, aren't they????!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry your teen daughters are away. I just look at old photos of my happy, smiling kids and cry. Here's a poem I wrote when my son left: (Hope this isn't too bold for me to print it.)Birth
Goodbye, my son, I’ll say to him.
I’m ready for it now.
He’s left me, after all, before.
Left torn umbil’cal scar.I watched him grow, and I grew, too.
But didn’t expect the jar.
He’s ripped himself away again.
Left me at gate, he’ll chase his star.There’s no more need for mother now.
The thirst for milk out grown.
No showing off as once he did.
My audience no more known.Will he have the strength he’ll need?
Have I planted any seed?
Or will the doubts that crowded him,
Prevail and supersede.I hemorrhaged so when he was born.
And I hemorrhage now.
But tears will heal and flesh will mend.
To birth’s shown plan I bow.I’ll wait and watch from my front gate,
‘till beard in wisdom grows.
Until he comes back home to say,
That now he finally knows.Hand on my shoulder he will place,
A man’s hand strong and clean.
The purpose, then, I’ll finally see,
To all birth’s suffering.Sincerely,
Sue DoeP.S. Hang in there!!
Posted by AnneL on March 16, 2002, at 18:59:40
In reply to Re: Thanks for Your good Pdoc story. . . » AnneL, posted by Sue Doe on March 16, 2002, at 9:58:40
Dear Sue Doe,
What a beautifully written poem about your son. I want to thank you for sharing something so special. This is what makes PB so important to all fellow sufferers; we learn we are not alone in our pain and we hear similar stories, some of success, some of failures, but we can all relate.
And that is what keeps us going, that we are not alone and that tomorrow just might be better.
I don't know why some people can face enormous loss, pain and grief and seem to come through it unscathed and why others like me have a genetic program that kicks in at some point in life. My "dis-ease" just happened to kick in when I needed every bit of coping skills that I could muster and they just weren't there. Like the gas tank was empty. I guess my big job is acceptance of things that simply are. Like having to take medication, of having to accept some rather unacceptable side effects for at least a short time and accepting that my life will never be the same. And today I can accept this. Tomorrow may be a different story. But I don't have to worry about that today, right? Thanks Again, Sue.
Anne :)
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