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Zoloft jitters
I am 57, on ADs since my 30s. Recently went on Zoloft when Effexor pooped out, so I thought. Did pretty well on Zoloft 100mg at one time in the past.
Now I was given 25 mg then when going to 50mg, got all jittery, anxious, irritated. Back on 25mg for 5 days, when will this go away again??? Why is it so different this time around? Wish I had stayed on the 25mg!!
Now I was given 25 mg then when going to 50mg, got all jittery, anxious, irritated. Back on 25mg for 5 days, when will this go away again??? Why is it so different this time around? Wish I had stayed on the 25mg!!
I totally agree with what you are saying. I was going through a pill addiction at one time in my life and then I really didn't need them but could get them and that was also my high. Mine started off with seeing my mom pop pills like candy and she would just be so relaxed but out of it all at the same time. She would cook and wouldn't even remember how dinner got done. My first invitation of getting addicted to pills was when I was working over night shift and it would be hard for me to whine down. So a friend introduced me to zanys and after so long of taking them my body got use to taking them. Then I quit that job because it was on Christmas day and it was on my baby's first Christmas. I didn't even remember both of my kids opening their presents. So any who I started taking other pills after two of my family members passed away that was very close to me and what's so crazy now is that I been diagnosed with fibromyalga and be in severe pain and I also have ovarian cysts that I have surgery on tomorrow. I can't get a lick of medication that will ease my pain. So now I have to get something from my mother or mother in law and I know the feeling of taking pills and them hyping you up. Because the ones they give me are strong and they ask me why don't they ever knock me out. That's one question I can't answer but one thing I can say is that since I found God I know how to deal with the problems that use to take control of me. Everything just takes one prayer and one day at a time. Nobody's perfect but there is someone that can always bring us through anything. I hope all is well with you and stayed blessed because I am:-)
Yeah I wish it wasn't like that. I had a theory about that I posted on here about 2 years ago. It was called can I be the first and I think it still rings true today... It was mostly for addiction but you can see how it relates.
his is my short version of my addiction to pain medication. I took my first one when I twisted the radiator cap off of my 84 Grand Prix and the coolant severly burnt my right shoulder. I took an ambulance ride to the hospital and when I got out they had given me 7.5 mg hydros. I gave them to my mom that night to take herself because I had no desire to take them. Later that night I was stuck on a video game and my shoulder had started forming a scab which made it difficult to play anyway. Although I was sitting still any movement I made forced the scab to crack and I would cry out in pain. I decided to take a break and went to talk to my mother. She advised me to try one of my pills to put me to sleep so I took a half of one. Unfortunately it did not make me sleepy. In fact it did the opposite, it wired me up. I had no pain anymore and I stayed up all night playing that video game beating levels I could never beat before.
I woke up the next morning and asked for another half. Later that day I asked for another half. Eventually those ran out. I didn't care all that much but my mother was prescribed them so it wasn't long before me and her had some more. Eventually it got to where I was buying them for my mom and I. This was nine years ago and since then I got hooked on them and found a way to spend every last dime on them. For me it wasn't hard to get a pain pill. When I didn't have much money I knew people who would let me borrow them. Once fortune smiled on me and I came into a lot of money I found bigger dealers and would buy larger amounts.
My best friend was killed while I was heavily addicted to pain medication and I couldn't cry at his funeral because I was to high. It actually didn't hit me until much later after I had quit for the first time. I met a great women and have fathered two children so far all while being addicted to pain medication. I could barely cry when my first son was born. I cannot get back those moments. I still remember them and I was there, but the man who was there was a shell of who I am right now.
On Christmas eve this year I was caught again by my wife and this time she had enough. We fought all Christmas eve and the next day I was to go stay with some friend 4 hours away for a while. I decided to check into a detox center that night and there I had some real time to think about my life.
When I was leaving the detox center I met a suicidal guy who’s name I can’t remember. I was talking to him mostly just to talk but also to maybe try to help the kid. We started talking about the detox center and how it had failed me and I started to realize one of the reasons why. I believe that some of the great things that are in place to help or satisfy people such as: rehab, the VA, Medication, etc., loose their speed after a while. Take for instance rehab. The program probably originated because somebody needed help with an addiction that had hurt them. It may have been an addiction to Alcohol or Drugs or Sex, whatever. The thing is it didn't start with a clinic or hospital full of over-payed, uninterested, burnt out doctors and nurses. It started with a friend who cared enough about somebody to devote everything they had to helping out this person that they cared about. Maybe this person was veteran who need somebody to listen to him. Maybe this person was an alcoholic and needed to be locked up for a while to stop himself from drinking. Either way the loving individual who cared about this person gave without MONEY. They gave without anything else except for unconditional love and the desire to help. Somewhere along the line an honest person with a good heart decided to help more than one person. Perhaps it started with a cooked dinner and conversation around a dinner table in someone’s dining room. Or maybe at a secret church meeting with a man of God. Now we have these massive help places where a lot of people go for addictions and they can seem like an assembly line. Doctors and nurses some of whom got into medicine to help people are tied down to rules and order that drains away their actual passion for what they do. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure that some days these people may be able to tap into whatever motivation they have and actually help somebody. However, if it is your job to help people and you have to keep doing this day in and day out to make a living, you have to have days when you are not your best. Some may lose motivation because they feel their words are falling on def ears. Some may have personal problems occupy their mind so much that they cannot notice that the young man or women sitting in front of them needs to hear something inspiring. Their eyes cry out for help and they believe that you are the one that is going to be able to ease their pain with your words. Either way , “Can I Be the First” means if you need help or if the satisfaction that you seek depends on someone caring and listening to you……find someone who hasn't been doing their job very long.
his is my short version of my addiction to pain medication. I took my first one when I twisted the radiator cap off of my 84 Grand Prix and the coolant severly burnt my right shoulder. I took an ambulance ride to the hospital and when I got out they had given me 7.5 mg hydros. I gave them to my mom that night to take herself because I had no desire to take them. Later that night I was stuck on a video game and my shoulder had started forming a scab which made it difficult to play anyway. Although I was sitting still any movement I made forced the scab to crack and I would cry out in pain. I decided to take a break and went to talk to my mother. She advised me to try one of my pills to put me to sleep so I took a half of one. Unfortunately it did not make me sleepy. In fact it did the opposite, it wired me up. I had no pain anymore and I stayed up all night playing that video game beating levels I could never beat before.
I woke up the next morning and asked for another half. Later that day I asked for another half. Eventually those ran out. I didn't care all that much but my mother was prescribed them so it wasn't long before me and her had some more. Eventually it got to where I was buying them for my mom and I. This was nine years ago and since then I got hooked on them and found a way to spend every last dime on them. For me it wasn't hard to get a pain pill. When I didn't have much money I knew people who would let me borrow them. Once fortune smiled on me and I came into a lot of money I found bigger dealers and would buy larger amounts.
My best friend was killed while I was heavily addicted to pain medication and I couldn't cry at his funeral because I was to high. It actually didn't hit me until much later after I had quit for the first time. I met a great women and have fathered two children so far all while being addicted to pain medication. I could barely cry when my first son was born. I cannot get back those moments. I still remember them and I was there, but the man who was there was a shell of who I am right now.
On Christmas eve this year I was caught again by my wife and this time she had enough. We fought all Christmas eve and the next day I was to go stay with some friend 4 hours away for a while. I decided to check into a detox center that night and there I had some real time to think about my life.
When I was leaving the detox center I met a suicidal guy who’s name I can’t remember. I was talking to him mostly just to talk but also to maybe try to help the kid. We started talking about the detox center and how it had failed me and I started to realize one of the reasons why. I believe that some of the great things that are in place to help or satisfy people such as: rehab, the VA, Medication, etc., loose their speed after a while. Take for instance rehab. The program probably originated because somebody needed help with an addiction that had hurt them. It may have been an addiction to Alcohol or Drugs or Sex, whatever. The thing is it didn't start with a clinic or hospital full of over-payed, uninterested, burnt out doctors and nurses. It started with a friend who cared enough about somebody to devote everything they had to helping out this person that they cared about. Maybe this person was veteran who need somebody to listen to him. Maybe this person was an alcoholic and needed to be locked up for a while to stop himself from drinking. Either way the loving individual who cared about this person gave without MONEY. They gave without anything else except for unconditional love and the desire to help. Somewhere along the line an honest person with a good heart decided to help more than one person. Perhaps it started with a cooked dinner and conversation around a dinner table in someone’s dining room. Or maybe at a secret church meeting with a man of God. Now we have these massive help places where a lot of people go for addictions and they can seem like an assembly line. Doctors and nurses some of whom got into medicine to help people are tied down to rules and order that drains away their actual passion for what they do. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure that some days these people may be able to tap into whatever motivation they have and actually help somebody. However, if it is your job to help people and you have to keep doing this day in and day out to make a living, you have to have days when you are not your best. Some may lose motivation because they feel their words are falling on def ears. Some may have personal problems occupy their mind so much that they cannot notice that the young man or women sitting in front of them needs to hear something inspiring. Their eyes cry out for help and they believe that you are the one that is going to be able to ease their pain with your words. Either way , “Can I Be the First” means if you need help or if the satisfaction that you seek depends on someone caring and listening to you……find someone who hasn't been doing their job very long.
That is so true about doctors. That's why I do my research now before I let them prescribe me anything because its our bodies we have to put these medications in and it sad when a doc just wants to write u a script without even worrying about the patients health even though they are suppose to be there for our health they are only human and not perfect. That's y I be upfront when I go to the doc n I ask a whole bunch of questions.
I been on Paxil and kolonopin for the past month and a half and so far so good. Zoloft always made me feel numb and I didnt like the side effects. The even put me on buspore and that really didn't work for me. It made my panic attacks worse. Lexapro was a bust also but now the meds I'm. Taking make me feel great and I can still function through the day. Prayer helps to because no matter how many pills the doctor can put you on only God can make you and take you through anything.
I'm on Zoloft with another med , but i can only take 25mg of it because it causes me problems with extreme irritability and hypomania ,on 100mg even on 50mg was to much i wasn't really manic in the body but my mind was constantly racing , i think from my experience's Bi Polar patients should only be on a small dose of anti-depressants along with a mood stabilizer or anti psychotic which i am on (seroquel xr 600mg )
Oh you didn't tell me about the tramadol. I am glad that they figured that out. Not all drs are really great. I hate to hear when they make mistakes like this. I mean is it that hard to do your research and find out what could be wrong. That is why I would never go to a medical dr for my medicines. A good psychiatrist would have figured this out earlier.
Are they going to stop the Tramadol or the Zoloft? Are they putting you back on the effexor. I tell everybody that you have to advocate for yourself. You have to stand up and say, hey, there is something wrong with me. These are my symptoms and I have researched it to find out that this could be the problem. I check every med they put me on and the side effects they could have when combined with this or that. I am not blaming you but you have to assist them. You may not be a doctor, I am not either but I am the one going through what I am going through and I challenge any dr that wants to do a med change. Never again.
Are they going to stop the Tramadol or the Zoloft? Are they putting you back on the effexor. I tell everybody that you have to advocate for yourself. You have to stand up and say, hey, there is something wrong with me. These are my symptoms and I have researched it to find out that this could be the problem. I check every med they put me on and the side effects they could have when combined with this or that. I am not blaming you but you have to assist them. You may not be a doctor, I am not either but I am the one going through what I am going through and I challenge any dr that wants to do a med change. Never again.
Saw the pdoc, it is Serotonin Syndrome due to reaction with Tramadol. Been on these meds 15years and WHAM!!! Pharmacist figured it out before the pdoc.. Have lost faith in doctors PERIOD!
I have a little bit of a different experience with Zoloft. I am bipolar and Zoloft sends me into Mania if I take it for too long. I find it hard to make the connection but I experience all of those symptoms while I am on Zoloft. How old are you? What have you been diagnosed with? How long ago did you start taking AD?
Off effexor in October, zoloft since then. Everything seems to make me this way now unless I am on very low doses!! I think I just need to stay put at 25 again for awhile and hope this passes
Hello and welcome to the forum,
Did the Zoloft come first, then the effexor, back to the Zoloft. I am having a hard time understanding what is going on. When did you stop the effexor, when did you start the Zoloft back and how long did you take it before feeling the side effects you described.
Did the Zoloft come first, then the effexor, back to the Zoloft. I am having a hard time understanding what is going on. When did you stop the effexor, when did you start the Zoloft back and how long did you take it before feeling the side effects you described.
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