Hello Tams
I had a bad time coming off SSRIs. The last one had a bad interaction with another medication and it was a rapid downhill slide. Think the worst, it happened. A friend gave me this poem (I think it's a poem) which encapsulated how I felt.
Trough
There
is a trough in waves,
a
low spot
where
horizon disappears
and
only sky
and
water
are
our company.
And
there we lose our way
unless we
rest,
knowing the wave will bring us
to
its crest again.
There
we may drown
if
we let fear
hold
us within its grip and shake us
side
to side
and
lead us flailing, torn, disoriented.
But
if we rest there
in
the trough,
in
silence,
being
with
the
low part of the wave,
keeping
our energy and
noticing
the shape of things,
the
flow,
then
time alone
will
bring us to another
place
where
we can see
horizon,
see the land again,
regain
our sense
of
where
we
are,
and
when we need to swim
Judy Brown
I like to think it will give you hope and rest. Not only do all good things end, all bad things also end.
Coming off an SSRI is one of the worst experiences of life. Truly I vowed never to take any more ADs. Then my lovely GP tried me on another group and here I am, mostly calm, incredibly sane, able to make decisions more easily, to live with what I cannot change and yet be the me I was a long time ago. (Well getting there)
Plenty of ups and downs, tears and laughter, temper tantrums and dancing in joy. What more need I say.
Mary
