Thus began an awkward stint at work where I had to fake having the longest-running flu. You can’t really say to your boss, “it feels like someone has run jumper cables into the soft bits of my brain and everything hurts if I let it touch my skin because I’m withdrawing from an anti-depressant,” so instead I said, “I’m sick and I have to go home.” Chalk it up to inattentiveness that no one noticed I did this pretty much every day for two weeks
That little orange bottle on the left is the one I’m afraid to talk about
elizabeth tobey
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You’re not alone here! Something very similar happened to me when I discontinued Effexor. I have a lot of respect for anyone who can get through that kind of withdrawal. It takes serious grit.
I charted and wrote about my experience with Effexor withdrawal, for those who are interested in reading more about it.