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SSRI Stories 11 Zoloft story: I took Zoloft to treat an eating disorder, I was on a low dose but I hated the way it made me feel. I felt like I was trapped behind a glass wall. It was like I could see my world but couldn't interact the way I used to. I was witty with a fast tongue and when I was on Zoloft I could barely focus. Now that I am off it I'm back to my old self but I'll never forget the depression I fell into afterward. I was on other medications after I quit Zoloft, I didn't take them more than a couple times each, so my body was so messed up. I'm healthy and happy and drug-free now so there is hope. But if I could go back in time I wouldn't have ever taken Zoloft or any other medication, they don't help 100% only you can help yourself 100%. On May 16th 2005, I went in for a yearly pap with a NEW GYN referred to me by
a friend. After talking to the Dr. for a VERY SHORT time she diagnosed me with
pmsds. She then gave me 3 MONTHS supply of Zoloft (25mg)and that was the
beginning of the end! My family noticed right away that my behavior had changed
so I split the pill into fourths. By June 14th I had quit my job. I had not
slept at all, I couldn't eat or even remember what day it was. IF I did sleep I
would have horrific nightmares and wake up in pools of sweat. I believed I was a
leopard. I thought I killed Satan. I thought every man my daughter and I ever
knew tried to rape her. I was angry, agitated and paranoid that everyone was
trying to kill me. On June 16th, I thought the radio was talking to me and I
believed I was getting ready for me and my fiancés wedding. I then took a
tomahawk and smashed my computer monitor, TV and some pictures because I thought
they were haunting me. I then ran outside and started yell at everyone because I
thought I had killed Satan and Hitler and all the rapists and thought everyone
was a "non believer". I felt I was having a heart attack and believed I was
dying, so I had my 13 year old daughter call 911. The police took my daughter
and I went to the emergency room where they treated me for drug induced
psychosis. And called me gravely disabled. They injected me with God only knows
what and I wake up in a mental hospital where they start giving me Saraquil. It
through me into fits of rage, more confusion and worse nightmares. (If I did
sleep at all). I tried to refuse treatment, so they took me back to the
emergency room and injected me again. After 5 1/2 days on Saraguil I got out and
became extremely depressed and paranoid to the point that I could not stand the
dark. I had no idea what had happened to my daughter after the emergency room
visit and injections. After 3 days at home, I ended up back at the emergency
room for 4 hours for evaluation. By! |