Once upon a time, 31 days ago to be exact, there was a woman [me] who lost her shit so completely that she begged her love to take her to the hospital to be committed. Thankfully, the supportive significant other is known more for his logic than irrational emotional decisions, so he vetoed this plan. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized I hadn’t taken my Zoloft for 3 days or so because I had forgotten to refill my prescription. I realize how crazy this sounds, but I was taking my regular blood pressure combo, along with a cocktail of pills post root canal. Before anyone gets their panties in a bunch [Mom], I wasn’t taking narcotics, but I was on a schedule of pills every 6 hours per doctor’s orders. Needless to say, with this regimen, my lack of the little blue pill was able to go unnoticed.
You’d think I would have clued in to what was going on when I started experiencing dizziness, the sensation of internally shaking, and a persistent headache. Nope. It took me 24 hours from my descent into emotional collapse to have my lightbulb moment. I practically crawled into my therapist’s office that afternoon, feeling like I was dealing with the world’s worst hangover and temporary insanity. My sympathetic therapist informed me that Zoloft is one of the few antidepressants with such aggressive withdrawal symptoms. Here is the list of things you can experience if you decide to cold turkey this medication:
- symptom relapse (aka the return of the things you’re using the meds to treat)
- feeling dizzy
- paresthesias (prickling, tingling sensation on the skin)
I could put a checkmark beside all but one of the things on this list, as I was at least spared the agony of throwing up.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have their person- someone who loves them fiercely even in the midst of an unintentional self-induced mental break. Who knows what would’ve happened if I didn’t have this man at my side, putting his protective arms around me and holding me back from the edge!
Fellow Sertraline swallowers, let this be a lesson to never let your prescription run out! Seriously, don’t do this to yourself! To wrap it up, I have a confession to make: I wrote this post as a reminder to myself because I once again let myself get to day 2 of no blue pills today. But this time I recognized the signs and got my meds before I went off the deep end again. Oy, it’s been a long week!
I am not a medical professional (unlike my sister who has a very legit bachelors degree and nursing license). I’m just a girl with mental health issues, hypertension, 4 kids, 3 cats, a therapist, and some prescriptions. My ramblings are not a reliable source of medical science, and anything I post is anecdotal or Googled info.