The Powerful Pill of Effexor
My good friend Effexor (venlafaxine) has helped me tremendously over the last six years. I went from a depressed, overly anxious girl to a powerful, free woman. It was the one antidepressant that actually worked for me until this past year. I never knew how strong of a drug venlafaxine was until I missed a morning dose one day. Severe withdrawals started a couple of hours later that day. The day I missed three doses was one of the most terrifying situations I’ve ever experienced. The heart palpitations, lightheadedness, sweating, trembling, blurred vision, migraines, severe tingling sensations, and brain zaps almost led me into the ER. I called my dad crying when I clocked out early on my shift, and I explained to him how I needed him to come get me because I was not capable to drive the seven minutes home. I really thought I was going insane.
Flash forward a few years later and my body built up a tolerance to the 225mg of Effexor. My #Anxiety became out of control again. I would have random days of #Depression , and I just can’t find life exciting anymore. I felt like all this work I’ve put into myself the last six years has failed me. My psychiatrist said, “It’s been a couple of months now and you haven’t felt good in a long time. It’s time to wean you off of Effexor so we can try something different.”
I was petrified.
I began to cry.
I became sick just thinking about it.
The first day of taking 150mg wasn’t actually that bad. The second day…not so much. I started having crazy, vivid dreams. Dreams that make it hard to tell if it was actually a dream or reality. I woke up and felt miserably exhausted like my life got sucked out of me. My #Anxiety has risen. I caught myself pacing back and forth for a while. My body couldn’t stop shaking. I wanted to sob for no reason at all.
THIS is Effexor.
THIS is a strong antidepressant.
And I don’t wish this on anyone.