So, I’m writing this book “Heroine Chick: How I went from Sick and Side Affected to Becoming my own Personal Paramedic.” It’s about the Twin Freaks in my life, “Prozac Poopout” (antidepressant fatigue with several of them, not just Prozac) and Tardive Dyskinesia. During the three years when TD was uncontrolled, untreated, time, I had a couple more of these “Prozac Poopouts,” a term unkind to Eli Lilly’s product, who just happened to be the first SSRI on the scene, therefore, the first to “Poop Out.” I’ve had all sorts of antidepressant therapy over the last 30 years of bipolar, but recently, I got ahold of some old pharmacy receipts. My trip down RX memory lane reminded me of something I don’t remember: At one point, I’d been on Cymbalta. I don’t remember that!!!! I only filled the prescription 2x so it must not have worked for me. Also, I tried a Tricyclic, another type of antidepressant I’d forgotten that I’d tried. Only filled that script once, so it must not have worked well either.
The Silver Lining of it all:
For all my problems with antidepressants only lasting for a fixed periods of time, I am grateful for some of the newer mood boosters. When one stops working, we switch to another, and some of the latest innovations dig me out in four days or less, not four to eight weeks. One time I was depressed for an entire year straight. Anyone relate to that?