The last week has been a hard one. I went to the doctor for my 2 month checkup to see how I was doing being on prozac for the 1st time ever. I hate going to the doctor no matter how much positive talk I tell myself or calming techniques I use, I always get super anxious.
This time was no different. In spite of trying to be more active and exercise I have lost 0 weight. In fact I’ve actually put on another pound. Strike one.
We went over how I’ve been feeling. Better! With some side effects since being put on 20mg of generic prozac. I thought I was managing my depression until getting on prozac. Boy! was I wrong.
Initially it took awhile to feel the effects. I started it at a really, really low place. I had read that it takes awhile to work so it didn’t surprise me that I felt worse before I felt better. When it did finally take off it was a night to day difference. I have been so, so thankful!
This last visit to the doctor she decided after talking with me to bump it up to 40mg to see if it helped with the anxiety. I have been taking the 40mg for about a wk. now, and I am struggling.
I feel depressed again, lethargic, foggy, and have had a nagging headache 3 of the days that I’ve increased my dose. I’m trying to be patient and give my body time to adjust. My brain is in hyperactive mode though worried is this normal, why am I feeling worse? No! I was feeling better, panic! I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m stressing myself out and I am hypervigilent about every change of mood I’m experiencing or emotion I’m feeling. I feel like I’m second guessing everything!
So I’m trying to hang in there, and ride it out. I’m trying to love myself through this difficult patch instead of being angry at myself that I just can’t muscle my way through this. I cling to my Savior in prayer. This is the journey of mental health. Having the best intentions in seeking help but no help is perfect. Accepting the challenges along the way is part of it. Here’s to the journey! Tomorrow is hopefully a brighter day!



