Life is an enigma for me and...probably much like many...I tend to grab at the chance to beat myself when already down. 2 months ago I could no longer get my Adderal due to prescription shortages around the US...so I went cold turkey, then my husband came home one day and started talking about how he and a Friend were discussing how addictive Xanax was...and impossible to not misuse...so to prove them wrong I went cold turkey and aside form weight gain (which for someone recovering from an eating disorder is not easy) I did it...not problem. That left my nightly dose of 60mg of Cymbalta and 10 mg of Ambien..my crutch into a dreamless world of sound sleep and a morning rise with energy and a smile.
So now fast forward to a couple days before Christmas and I come down with the Flu and somehow the notion that I want to start the new year off with no meds and re-evaluate how I ended up here in the first place. I flushed everything with my husband, after telling him on day 3, and I am here on day 5...squeezing every ounce of strength I have to not track the pills down the pipes 'Finding Nemo' style and start up again. How could I have not known that the plastic striped pill was going to take me 10 rounds without gloves? Why does no one tell you this? Granted...switching up you prescriptions on your own and going cold turkey solo is not advised but when yu terminate your relationship with your Dr after 7 years...at least I was left with much choice. Wasn't going to start up with a new 'paid listener and pill pusher' just so i could wean myself over months and months and pay someone to control the impending doom's day...where I am right now...
It has to get better than this right? I mean..the nausea, the headaches, the sweats...I can't fall asleep but then I cannot wake up once I do...the dreams that leave me not knowing what really happened...I am even feeling responsible for the night terrors my 8 year old has had the last 3 nights - I think she doesn't understand why Mommy is so sick and now screams for me in the night. How can trying to fight the sadness make you so sad - it just doesn't seem fair. It doesn't seem fair that those of us who need help suffer the consequences of mis-information and those around me who abuse these pills for fun...seem to have no issues. Not that I would EVER wish this pain on anyone...I just want my life back...no more bandaids...I don't want to be in a happy fog over being in a real storm...but with this pain...in my head...and in my stomach...this storm has me reeling like I am sea sick in the perfect storm. So nauseous right now...when I started writing this I felt good and thought...Wow..I am through it...but I guess not.
Don't know if I am looking for responses or feedback...just felt good to write something and hope for everyone out there...struggling in their own way that you find PEACE!!!

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