I took prozac for a few days and started having serious thoughts of how a gun barrel might taste. I stood at the bathroom mirror holding my hand in the shape of a gun, trying to figure out the best angle to blow my brains out of my skull. I had never had suicide thoughts before. Pills went in the trash.
Good call! That sounds terrible...
Fucking Daddy put me on Zoloft and Lexapro from the ages of seven through 16.
I've always wondered how different my brain would be if its' chemistry wasn't so fucked with during those formative years.
Who the fuck puts a 7 year old on ssris?
They told me I had a chemical imbalance in my brain because I was sad.
I always wondered how they tested for the chemical imbalance. They didn't give me any blood tests or anything, they just seemed deeply certain of it. Even when I explained to them the thought process of me being sad, and how logical it was, it was still a chemical imbalance.
I used to take paroxetine. Went off it, tried to restart. Fucked me up for a week
(post is archived)