A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of…something/everything. And that was bad too of course.
But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to “come unglued”. At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like “stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose…” felt exactly like what had happened to me.
Absolutely nothing felt “real” or “anchored” or familiar after awhile. I can’t really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel “real” again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of “how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?”
Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they’re beautiful in my eyes.
Tldr: then I took Prozac and I was fine.
A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of…something/everything. And that was bad too of course.
But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to “come unglued”. At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like “stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose…” felt exactly like what had happened to me.
Absolutely nothing felt “real” or “anchored” or familiar after awhile. I can’t really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel “real” again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of “how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?”
Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they’re beautiful in my eyes.