Yeah, in highschool my mother was convinced I ought to try a antidepressant for some pretty usual teenage angst stuff. And after a month of it, I went off. There was this one night that I was on it, where everything just felt *dead*. It was so awful. I was more depressed than I'd ever been. I ended up calling a friend of mine and asking her to convince me that it wasn't true, that everything wasn't dead inside and empty. It really messed me up. But when I went off, I was fine. Paxil is just like that for some people, I guess.
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3/24/06 08:32 am (UTC)