I've never been this stressed in my life. I don't really like to talk about being on meds, but those close to me know that I was on them. Compared to the withdrawals I had when I came off of them with Michael, it isn't so bad. I've had the dizziness, the jitters, anxiety, "brain zaps"...I've felt like I didn't have the energy to move. But the intense depression hasn't come along with it. Of course, this time I was quitting half the dose that I was on when I got pregnant with Michael. It would also lessen the effects if I weaned off of it. But I just didn't want to take the chance of continuing it knowing that there's a little bean growing inside of me. Cymbalta has helped with my anxiety in amazing ways. When I first tried it, a year or so before we found out Michael was on his way, it helped amazingly with my depression. But those withdrawal symptoms are a BITCH. I guess every rose has it's thorns, huh? (Thanks, Brett)
Trying to remember that most of the stress is because of the meds...
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