I had a dread attack yesterday.
It's different from a panic attack.
With a panic attack you have great uncertainty and great anxiety.
With dread you have great anxiety because you are certain that things are going to suck.
Thanks to the average half-lives and known times-to-stable-blood-level for Prozac, I can be pretty sure that it will take at least a week from when I change my dose to when the shit hits the fan, for better or for worse.
The last few weeks,
ever since I stopped having visions of offing myself,
I've had mini-explosions going off in my legs whenever I sit still or lie down.
( I can't explain why I don't get them when I'm working online...
it's very suspicious.)
Having the sensation of bugs running around inside your thighs is
not fun, whatever Timothy Leary says.
Especially if it means you never get a good night's sleep.
The word of the middle-of-the-night is.... side effects!
So I lowered my Prozac dose, first from
20mg to 15mg, then down to
10 a little over a week ago.
Yesterday I got creeping dread, this feeling of hurtling toward another major fucking depression
(depression being a hole in the ground) and
not being able to slow
down.
Not yet completely depressed,
but feeling it coming, and knowing that even if I
increase the dose again it won't help for at least
a week.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
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