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DGenBen
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Dan Druff
Yup. I did it all day and all night because I was so miserable and couldn't do anything else. Nor did I have a desire to do anything because of the super high levels of anxiety, depression, and anhedonia. Probably put 200 hours into it. The anhedonia was 6 weeks, but that showed up about 3 weeks in. The entire thing lasted at a high level for 9 weeks, and then after rapidly improving, still took another 2 months for the anxiety to lighten to the point where it is now.
I don't care if anyone here believes me or not. That's what happened. I wouldn't make this up.
I believe you. I’ve had similar issues myself for a long time. Took me years to get on right meds for this.
Best advice I can give for anyone that experiences any type mental health issues is if you have Kaiser, dump them as soon as possible & get a different plan, they are the worst for this stuff.
I don't have Kaiser. They suck. I told people 25 years ago to ditch them, and I still say the same today.
It was a pain in the ass getting a psychiatrist at all. They were all either booked or didn't take my insurance. Then I started being open to just saying fuck insurance and paying for one, and I still couldn't find one in the area (or even in the outlying areas) taking new patients, aside from a few who were known as shitshow pill pushers.
I finally found a decent one who was reasonably close, who also took my insurance. He actually spent time listening, which a lot of psychiatrists don't -- they just fire pills at you and ask the next week how it went. This guy actually listened. I didn't need someone to listen to my problems, as this was a physically caused issue, and not from any troubles in my life. Still, I wanted someone who fully understood my symptoms and would do the best at working with me to find a solution.
I told him I didn't want to go on any permanent meds like Paxil. It was too early in the situation (maybe 6 weeks into the whole thing), and once you get on this shit, you can't really get off. They also cause you to not be able to get it up anymore, so fuck that. I knew I didn't have hereditary anxiety/depression, as it was showing up way too late for that (age 46). I just wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on and take care of it.
I can't say I agreed with all of his suggestions, but some of them were good. He also was accepting that I didn't want to try those meds yet, and wanted to try to work this out on my own, using just Xanax as necessary. Part of the plan I came up with for myself was an every-5-days low dose Xanax to kind of get my mind back used to feeling normal again, even just for fleeting time periods. He said he never heard of Xanax being used that way, but was fine with it if I wanted to try, as once-every-120-hours low dose Xanax would never cause addiction, especially in someone like me who doesn't do recreational drugs. When not on Xanax, I used something counterintuitive -- caffeine (based upon research of how I was metabolizing it, meaning it was good for me). I made some other changes I felt would push the dopamine levels in my brain back to the levels they were prior to the problems. It was my determination after all the research that I was suffering from a low dopamine level, and that solving the dopamine meant solving the psychological issues.
My regimen worked. When I went to the psychiatrist and reported my success, he called the regimen "interesting" and had never seen something done like that before, but actually thought there might be some validity to my theories. Whatever it was, things were working and bringing me back closer to my old self.
Anyway, bottom line is that after a lot of self-directed failures at curing this, I put an end to the worst symptoms of it, and now live normally again. And it only took 2 terrible months and one sub-normal but improving month after. By the time 3 months had past, I was significantly better. All without being on any long term psych meds (I take none except the very occasional Xanax).
I did develop a new appreciation for those who suffer from severe anxiety and depression. I never knew what it felt like before. Now I do, and I understand exactly what those people are going through. Some are cursed to deal with it their entire lives. I got out of it after a few months.
The 5-year-anniversary of the very worst day of the whole thing just passed. September 7, 2018. I was at such an intense level of anxiety and depression that my brain felt a tremendous pressure, as if I had just experienced major trauma minutes beforehand. I spent most of the day in a dark room, in bed, completely debilitated. I could still think rationally and wondered how my own brain was betraying me like this. Rationally I knew everything was fine, but my emotions and perceptions were that of high trauma and stress. I could write or speak and sound normal, but I was anything but. On that day, I said to myself, "I don't have to get all better, but if I could just be able to live normally again, maybe get 85% of the way there, I'll be so thankful. That's all I'm asking for." And that's what I eventually got.