Never again...If you need the meds, you need them. I never took any until in my 40's but in my case they have saved my life. At age 40 (7 yrs ago), 21 years of marriage ended in a bitter divorce and I tanked my first company. Broke and rejected and almost homeless I had one meltdown after another. It started with attempted suicide and progressed to uncontrollable anger. It went on after I remarried the same year as the divorce. My anger exhibited itself in severe beatings I gave a very undeserving dog (never admitted that till now, wow) and severe belligerent tirades I took out on my new wife. Severe anger fits and eventually spending a day in the mental ward (1st time) after going outside the night before and firing my gun off making my wife think I had blown my brains out. That night was the first time I'd ever been handcuffed in my life. Nothing like a wake up call of having the police show up to your house and cuffing you. That night and day in a mental yard was a turning point but it still took a bankruptcy and complete collapse of my business over the next year to turn me towards counseling, medication and God. Now 7 years after the divorce and about 5 years from the trip to the loony bin, because of meds, my life is controllable. It's still not perfect but controllable. I've partnered to start another business, work less hours then ever before and make more money then ever in my life. I have to check my anger all the time. It's not gone but I can check it. I fight less and I let a lot lay by the side. When I don't take meds and try to "be normal" my life begins to unravel. I'm not 100% but at least I'm functioning, well. My "new" wife trust me, loves me, and is patient with me. My kids accept me in a way they never did before because I've told them step by step everything I've gone through in hope that they can see it if it ever emerges in their life. Because of this we've also been able to diagnose my 22 year old daughters bi-polar and get her treatment too. She actually WANTS the treatment and meds because she sees how bad I got and how much they did for me. She can't afford the meds but gets the equivalent of $300 a month in meds from a clinic. (my insurance covers about $400 a month on me and they ARE narcotics). If you need the meds and can afford them do it.I was wondering what your opinion is on mood altering medication such as anti-depressants, anti-anxiety pills, bi-polar meds, etc?
I know that some depression and anxiety can be brought down by other ways than medications but I'm curious as to more serious cases of chemical imbalances in the brain.
I'd like to hear what you guys have to say about them. Narcotics or non-narcotics.
This was on an anti-depressant? They gave you them after a back injury? I think they got the bottle mixed up with the Vicodin bottle!I was put on some back when I injured my back... It scared me so much that I never ever want to take any again. The first week or two was alright, but then one day I was having a bad day... I took a walk to cool my head and had to fight the urge to jump off the bridge I was walking over. I had never had much of an urge to jump before...
Now that I think about it... that wasn't the only time I had to fight the urge when on them...
Good for you man! Sometimes you need to let the weight off your chest, an semi anonymous survival board is only the start of a long journey through your sole.If you need the meds, you need them. I never took any until in my 40's but in my case they have saved my life. At age 40 (7 yrs ago), 21 years of marriage ended in a bitter divorce and I tanked my first company. Broke and rejected and almost homeless I had one meltdown after another. It started with attempted suicide and progressed to uncontrollable anger. It went on after I remarried the same year as the divorce. My anger exhibited itself in severe beatings I gave a very undeserving dog (never admitted that till now, wow) and severe belligerent tirades I took out on my new wife. Severe anger fits and eventually spending a day in the mental ward (1st time) after going outside the night before and firing my gun off making my wife think I had blown my brains out. That night was the first time I'd ever been handcuffed in my life. Nothing like a wake up call of having the police show up to your house and cuffing you. That night and day in a mental yard was a turning point but it still took a bankruptcy and complete collapse of my business over the next year to turn me towards counseling, medication and God. Now 7 years after the divorce and about 5 years from the trip to the loony bin, because of meds, my life is controllable. It's still not perfect but controllable. I've partnered to start another business, work less hours then ever before and make more money then ever in my life. I have to check my anger all the time. It's not gone but I can check it. I fight less and I let a lot lay by the side. When I don't take meds and try to "be normal" my life begins to unravel. I'm not 100% but at least I'm functioning, well. My "new" wife trust me, loves me, and is patient with me. My kids accept me in a way they never did before because I've told them step by step everything I've gone through in hope that they can see it if it ever emerges in their life. Because of this we've also been able to diagnose my 22 year old daughters bi-polar and get her treatment too. She actually WANTS the treatment and meds because she sees how bad I got and how much they did for me. She can't afford the meds but gets the equivalent of $300 a month in meds from a clinic. (my insurance covers about $400 a month on me and they ARE narcotics). If you need the meds and can afford them do it.
The hardest part is admitting you need them but life can be so much more rewarding with them.
PS: This is the first time I've "told" this story in detail. However there must be a reason you asked and there must be a reason I'm awake at 1:30am make my first post in a forum I've never been to before. I hope this helps.
Nope, I was also on Flexeril and later Skelexan for the injury as well. They thought it would help me cope with the physical therapy baloney. I've only been prescribed Vicodin with dental work..This was on an anti-depressant? They gave you them after a back injury? I think they got the bottle mixed up with the Vicodin bottle!
I really need to get onto the "salad a day" diet I put myself on at one time... it was amazing what good nutrition can do to ones outlook on things.
