2 stories from people sharing their experiences
My doctor switched me to Effexor. After a month of side effects, he told me to just stop taking it and go back to my old meds. What followed was the worst experience of my life. Sweating through a shirt every 15 minutes, had to call my husband home to lock up the guns. Called my doctor — 'you're seeing a psychiatrist now, can't help.' Called my psychiatrist — 'I didn't prescribe it, can't help.' Nobody would help me...
After surviving back-to-back-to-back heart attacks — including a widow maker that only 2% survive — I didn't feel lucky. I felt guilty. Why me? Why did I get to live? I had to get therapy for surviving. Nobody tells you about that part. It's like anyone who survives something others don't — a shooting, a shipwreck, a crash. Your body lived but your mind needs time to catch up...