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My Antidepressant Withdrawal in Book Quotes

7 a.m. Without my antidepressants I awake and think, “I am born.” (Charles Dickens, David Copperfield)

photo credit: People.com

photo credit: People.com – Tom to Matt, “Don’t make me cut a Bitch, you smug bastard!”

I feel fine and fresh and new.

I take a brisk walk with color in my cheeks and the wind at my back.

I come home and have a latte then dash off my story about the woman who grabbed my breasts in order not to fall down in the Macy’s Intimate Apparel Department.

I’m as smug as Matt Lauer interviewing Tom Cruise.

8 a.m. I feel uncharacteristically sleepy.

I take a brief nap in which I have an erotic dream about sexy-dwarf Peter Dinklage and he’s a complete asshole, which is kind of hot.

Who is this other woman with my man?

Who is this other woman with my man?

Also some of his um, body parts were larger than expected, which brings to mind, “Wands are only as powerful as the wizards who use them. Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger.” (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

9 a.m. I’m shaken awake by my tween daughters so I can take them to summer camp.

They’re too embarrassed to hug me goodbye at drop-off as usual.

But this time an unexpected torrent of tears gush from my eyes and I can’t seem to stop myself from yelling after them, “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up!” (Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones).

I think an insane cackle issues forth from my lips. I can’t be certain as my hearing briefly goes out.

10 a.m. I’m returning from being forsaken by my progeny just in time to catch my gorgeous neighbor jogging, her slender frame causing no wind resistance as she pelts by.

Suddenly my body breaks out into hot flashes, itchy skin, electric shocks, burning tongue, incontinence, changes in odor and a malevolent compulsion to run her down with my car.

“You should know I disagree with a lot of traditional advice. For instance, they say the best revenge is living well. I say it’s acid in the face—who will love them now?”  (Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?)

11 a.m. With hives across my back, my heart defibrillating and a tsunami of sweat rising up from the base of my third chakra, I attempt to write an upbeat post about aging with grace.

But each time my finger touches a key I hear throbbing in my head, “The first hole’s the hardest … X-Ray was right. The second hole was the hardest … the third hole was the hardest. So was the fourth hole. And the fifth …” (Louis Sachar, Holes)

High noon. … or is it the dawn of the Apocalypse?

I glimpse myself in the window of the freezer section at Ralph’s grocery store. I’m disheveled and damp, my tongue lolling a little, as though I’m a geriatric Miley Cyrus suffering a cerebral hemhorrage.

I mutter to the popsicles, “I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” (Lewis Carrol, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)

3 p.m., in an attempt to distract myself, I watch a Friends reruns, the one where Monica proposes to Chandler.

Doesn’t she know that women outlive men by ten years and she’s ultimately going to be a lonely widow whose children won’t hug her and she’ll probably go by herself to Sunday matinees of some execrable Transformers reboot and she won’t have anyone to share her popcorn with?

It becomes apparent I’ve got to snap out of this. I kick my own ass, “What’s wrong with you? … You are a happy person. You are an upbeat sort of person. Men smile at you on the subway, women ask you what shampoo you use. Cheer up for Christ’s sake, relax, you’re fine, be happy, Girl. When I talk to myself I call myself Girl.”  (Jennifer Belle, Going Down)

Oh yes. This is Gak.

Oh yes. This is Gak.

Time becomes amorphous. Like Gak.

8 p.m. The kids are in bed and I’ve taken to drink, which briefly buoys me from my antidepressant withdrawal.

I pronounce to the stove, “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will!” (Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre)

9 p.m. I’m cruising East L.A. to score a generic of my brand. “I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess.” (The sea witch, The Little Mermaid)

10 p.m. After patrolman Barlow drops me off at home, I decide I must go straight to bed and sleep this withdrawal off!

Also, I begin to think of myself in the third person when I hear myself say, “She generally gave herself very good advice, though she very seldom followed it, and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes.” (Lewis Carrol, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)

4 a.m. I haven’t slept at all. I’m watching my sixth episode in a row of the second season of Orange is the New Black when Henry staggers out of the bedroom, takes one look into my eyes and announces that he’s going to the 24-hour pharmacy to get my meds.

As I watch him go selflessly into the night I think, “If people were rain, I (am) drizzle and (he is) hurricane.” (John Green, Looking for Alaska)

Midnight. I lie face down on my bed wondering where the hell that bastard husband of mine is and wonder if I can die from not taking 75 grams of Elavil and how long my death will take?

“What is an ‘instant’ death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.” (John Green, Looking for Alaska)

Midnight, plus five minutes and Henry, my knight in shining armor, appears from Walgreens with a small bottle of Elavil in the palm of his hand.

I rush into his arms. As we embrace I think, “There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.” (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone)

Twenty minutes later “we were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.”
(Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)

The moral of this story? One must not go cold-turkey off one’s meds, else one may go out “not with a bang, but a whimper.” (T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men)



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  1. Sandra Sallin
    Sandra Sallin 23 June, 2014, 11:24

    Good one! I think that’s the most scary thing about those pills is how do you go off of them. I guess you just found out. Slowly.

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  2. Rosie Carrillo
    Rosie Carrillo 23 June, 2014, 13:01

    Loved your “literary tripping”, but take care not to go chasing Alice, again. We need “The Woman”! 🙂

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  3. Jana
    Jana 26 June, 2014, 04:47

    This is excellent advice – not only for antidepressants, but any medication. I was taking Gabapentin for nerve pain, but after two weeks it wasn’t doing a damn thing, plus I was gaining weight, so I decided to stop taking it. I ended up having horrible hot flashes, anxiety attacks, couldn’t sleep, and even had a hallucination or two. It wasn’t until later that I looked online and saw that you are always supposed to wean yourself off of that particular drug. Who knew?

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  4. Claudia Schmidt
    Claudia Schmidt 26 June, 2014, 08:42

    Yeah, I think going cold turkey is not a very good idea 🙂 I’m trying to stop with the Ambien – if I don’t take it I literally lay awake all night long. These freakin’ hot flashes are horrible, the night sweats wake me up and I can NOT get back to sleep unless I take Ambien. Oh well, I’ll think about that tomorrow (as Scarlett O’Hara would say). Hang in there, maybe if you gradually reduce it – half a pill for a week, or ask your dr. what he/she suggests? 🙂
    PS Very funny post, as always.

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 26 June, 2014, 08:47

      Claudia — Don’t judge yourself about the Ambien. Ambien saved my life for about a year. I had no ill side effects and then one day I went off and haven’t looked back. Sleep is everything.

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