You've told people you work with?
I recently tried an experiment of going off Zoloft (learned my lesson, going back on again), and I've made up more stories to my boss. My kids are sick, I have a bad toothache, something I ate, because I couldn't say I was too depressed to go to work. I can't trust that people will understand, and I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy.
I've been on Zoloft for almost nine years. God, writing that is bitter. I don't want to need Zoloft for coping with everyday stuff. But it's worked. Then I guess I got arrogant, figured I'd lived enough life in those nine years that I've learned to cope on my own. Figured it didn't seem to matter that I was skipping doses, taking it really erratically. I consciously decided to stop taking it altogether.
First my sex drive came back, and that made me happy, reinforced my decision. Then I started waking earlier and not being able to go back to sleep. "No problem," I said, "I'll use that time to do some reading, get some housework done. I'm going to COPE." Then I had little thoughts about death, and finally, I couldn't face going to work without breaking down.
So I'm back on the big Z. I hate it and I need it. And no one around me understands that.
I recently tried an experiment of going off Zoloft (learned my lesson, going back on again), and I've made up more stories to my boss. My kids are sick, I have a bad toothache, something I ate, because I couldn't say I was too depressed to go to work. I can't trust that people will understand, and I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy.
I've been on Zoloft for almost nine years. God, writing that is bitter. I don't want to need Zoloft for coping with everyday stuff. But it's worked. Then I guess I got arrogant, figured I'd lived enough life in those nine years that I've learned to cope on my own. Figured it didn't seem to matter that I was skipping doses, taking it really erratically. I consciously decided to stop taking it altogether.
First my sex drive came back, and that made me happy, reinforced my decision. Then I started waking earlier and not being able to go back to sleep. "No problem," I said, "I'll use that time to do some reading, get some housework done. I'm going to COPE." Then I had little thoughts about death, and finally, I couldn't face going to work without breaking down.
So I'm back on the big Z. I hate it and I need it. And no one around me understands that.