StitchCarver
10-26-2003, 06:05 AM
Hey everybody. So here's my question. I've been taking Celexa, starting at 10 mg for about 4 weeks for anxiety, obsessive thoughts, fears, etc. Also been in therapy for a while. A lot of my day to day worries are still there, but I'm not overrun with anxiety anymore. I cand el with things now. With that said, I've all of the sudden been feeling really depressed. I don't know if it's the medicine, or that I've always had the depression, but used anxiety as a protective shield. (I know it may sound kooky, bare with me) I'm left with a lot of the same worries, but instead of freaking out, and believing every crazy thing I think is true, now I just get really sad about things. Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm sad about. Does anybody have any insight, or similar expirience. It really sucks, I like the Celexa because it got rid of a lot of anxiety, but might have given me an equal helping of sadness in return.
Thanks for any info.
Thanks for any info.
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cattys
10-28-2003, 09:02 PM
It might possibly be the wrong med for you. I know when my zoloft was upped to 100mg I actually got symptoms for what I was taking it for. My depression and obsessions got worse. I went down a dose and it really evened me out.
Best wishes, I would discuss this with your dr.
Best wishes, I would discuss this with your dr.
franjava22
10-29-2003, 11:15 PM
I agree with cattys... It might be the wrong med. However, you've only been on it for approx. a month. Let your prescribing doc know what's happening and maybe give it more time. You could also just be adjusting to your new mental state.
StitchCarver
10-31-2003, 09:14 PM
Well, the depression kinda ceased. I think I am still adjusting to the new med. Overall, I feel better. It feels like the slump is over. Thanks for the responses.
bundleoff nervs
11-08-2003, 02:17 AM
Well, the depression kinda ceased. I think I am still adjusting to the new med. Overall, I feel better. It feels like the slump is over. Thanks for the responses.
Ive been on 80mgs of celexa for the past 6 months or more. All I really noticed was that I have these little like finger tips pressing all around my face. I was told its the meds. And yes I get depressed too. Ive also been diagnosed bipolar manic depressive. I dont know what that is all about but Ive been working on the ocd alot and hard. I dont want this illness at all. Ive been suffering with it since I was 9 years old and 25 years later now Ive just begun to get the behavior treated. Im sick to death of worry and rituals. I think I even obsessed about being obsessive compulsive, if you can get that. darn it all. talk about a pathetic obsessor. I get depressed because at this moment im at an impass. Ive done all I can for myself and yet I still cant even get a job or keep my apartment clean, even myself sometimes. I still am having trouble functioning. Im probably worse case scenario. 80mgs is the highest dose one can take my doctor told me. heck im on buspar too, and epival and risperdal. Im still pretty screwed up. All Ive got are a couple of friends, coffee, cigarettes and a father who doubts that im unable to function. Most people I know think im making excuses. They refuse to bother to understand, the walk in a mile in my shoes sort of thing. The only real friend I got is my pal God. It does a person great stuff to rely on someone who loves you unconditionally like God. Ive even read that faith can have a good result on the recovery of a mentally ill person. And Im telling you God makes me feel 100 times better. Without Him Id be struggling and probably still in the hospital.
At least I know He wont judge me or make fun of me like everyone else. I had a great advocate with my mother but since her death 10 years ago I am on my own. My sister and father side with each other (they play favorites) and Im really treated like a black sheep, some one different. My sister is adopted yet I feel like I am the one thats different. Im going nowhere fast. yeeeeeesh man have I depressed myself now.:) Anyway, thats my story, and depression is part of anxiety. they are related, to eachother like peanut butter and jam to make one heck of a good case of ocd sandwich. its reality and you got to chew and swallow it, at least thats how it is for me. being on the maximum dose of mood stabilzers, and a anti-depressant one would think depression would be my last problem to deal with. Ive just accepted that I am nuts and will be nuts. And if no one likes my excentricities it is their problem.
Ive been on 80mgs of celexa for the past 6 months or more. All I really noticed was that I have these little like finger tips pressing all around my face. I was told its the meds. And yes I get depressed too. Ive also been diagnosed bipolar manic depressive. I dont know what that is all about but Ive been working on the ocd alot and hard. I dont want this illness at all. Ive been suffering with it since I was 9 years old and 25 years later now Ive just begun to get the behavior treated. Im sick to death of worry and rituals. I think I even obsessed about being obsessive compulsive, if you can get that. darn it all. talk about a pathetic obsessor. I get depressed because at this moment im at an impass. Ive done all I can for myself and yet I still cant even get a job or keep my apartment clean, even myself sometimes. I still am having trouble functioning. Im probably worse case scenario. 80mgs is the highest dose one can take my doctor told me. heck im on buspar too, and epival and risperdal. Im still pretty screwed up. All Ive got are a couple of friends, coffee, cigarettes and a father who doubts that im unable to function. Most people I know think im making excuses. They refuse to bother to understand, the walk in a mile in my shoes sort of thing. The only real friend I got is my pal God. It does a person great stuff to rely on someone who loves you unconditionally like God. Ive even read that faith can have a good result on the recovery of a mentally ill person. And Im telling you God makes me feel 100 times better. Without Him Id be struggling and probably still in the hospital.
At least I know He wont judge me or make fun of me like everyone else. I had a great advocate with my mother but since her death 10 years ago I am on my own. My sister and father side with each other (they play favorites) and Im really treated like a black sheep, some one different. My sister is adopted yet I feel like I am the one thats different. Im going nowhere fast. yeeeeeesh man have I depressed myself now.:) Anyway, thats my story, and depression is part of anxiety. they are related, to eachother like peanut butter and jam to make one heck of a good case of ocd sandwich. its reality and you got to chew and swallow it, at least thats how it is for me. being on the maximum dose of mood stabilzers, and a anti-depressant one would think depression would be my last problem to deal with. Ive just accepted that I am nuts and will be nuts. And if no one likes my excentricities it is their problem.