I noticed an *enormous* peak in my mood once the fall came around. Classes started and I was settled into my relationship and my new home. Little things that used to bother me didn't irritate me quite so much. I felt much happier in my daily life, and I was even making friends. When serious obstacles arose, I was able to manage them successfully.
There were a few drawbacks to the medication, of course. My blood pressure went up, my sex drive went down, and I gained some weight. I tried to remedy this by increasing my exercise routine and buying produce as much as my budget would allow. With an active physical routine and a balanced diet, I knew it was the Cymbalta causing the changes in my body.
Eventually, however, my parents could no longer afford the medication. At that point, I had depended on them to pay the monthly $40 for my little bottle of pills--and that was with the help of insurance. When I had to start paying for the Cymbalta myself, I quickly foresaw the financial problems it was going to cause for me. I knew right away that I would have to get off the medication, whether I wanted to or not.
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This brings me to where I am today. For almost a month now, I have been weaning myself off the meds. I went from 60mg every other day, to 60 mg every three days, to 30 mg every other day, to 30 mg every three days, to 30 mg every five to six days. Now, I'm splitting the 30 mg capsules and taking a 15mg dosage every five or six days. The last time I took a 15 mg dose was this past Tuesday morning.
The withdrawal effects have been very frustrating. Like most people weaning off Cymbalta, I have gotten "brain zaps." It seems if I ever move my head to fast or even look in a different direction too quickly, I experience a weird kind of disorientation. I've also felt tired and a bit unfocused at work.
The worst part, though, is the reappearing negative thought patterns. I notice that, once again, I get angry over things easier and those things I get angry about bother me constantly. For example, I got pulled over on the 4th of July weekend by a cop who was clearly bored/annoyed and looking to write some tickets. Granted, the citations would have annoyed me even if I had been on the meds, but my anger at this guy lasted for almost the entire week.
I'm scared. I'm scared of what's going to happen when I do get off thsi medication. I couldn't care less about the withdrawal effects at this point. I just want to reach a point in my life where I can be happy without medication. I don't want to go back to cutting and feeling suicidal. I want to do good things in the world and help people; I want to be successful and make a difference in the lives of others. I want to have an active social life and friends. I want to wake up in the morning and be excited about life.
One more year of college. My last relationship ended a month ago. No more Cymbalta. I'm going to be as positive about this as possible, because I want to find happiness in my life. I will do some of the best academic work I have ever done in my final semesters. I'm going to find another relationship, because I know I'm special and I deserve somebody who appreciates and loves me for who I am. I am going to be happy, even without Cymbalta.

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