Paxil Free

If you were prescribed Paxil or a similar drug, there is a strong possibility that your doctor didn’t do any research or fact-checking when they told you about the side effects of the drug — and that’s probably why you’re here. Most likely your doctor simply read to you from the Compendium of Pharmaceuticals and Specialities, which is the information source most widely used by physicians in Canada. (The U.S. equivalent of the CPS is the PDR or the Physicians’ Desk Reference.) Here’s a quote from a critical analysis of the CPS:

The Compendium of Pharmaceuticals and Specialities (CPS) is the most widely used source of drug information in Canada, and is heavily financed by the pharmaceutical industry. A close examination of its contents comparing a computer-drawn, randomized sample of monographs from its “White Pages” to standard pharmacological reference works demonstrates certain of its characteristics: it uncritically includes many inadequate preparations; it overstates the benefits and understates the adverse qualities of many preparations; and it contains little or no information on relative indications, efficacy, or price. These characteristics serve to promote the marketing goals of the drug manufacturers and severely limit the volume’s usefulness as an objective source of drug information.

And this is where most doctors get their information about the drugs they prescribe. So please be careful when listening to your doctor’s advice. With all due respect to their training, they may not know what they’re talking about, especially in regards to a drug like Paxil whose manufacturer, GlaxoSmithKline, has never been too forthcoming about the real side effects of the drug.

September 5th, 2006.

Some of you might actually know who I am from the original version of this blog back when blogs didn’t really exist the way they do today. I first uploaded Paxil Free sometime in 2001; I don’t remember the exact date. I kept the website up for a couple years, then took it down after it became too much to deal with.

I never wanted to become an authority on Paxil withdrawal. My withdrawal experience was thrown in my face, and although I survived it, it made me feel like a different person — except I didn’t ask to feel like a different person.

So it made me angry. I was glad so many people were able to find comfort through reading about my experiences, but I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. I answered all the emails to the best of my ability, but I didn’t feel like a willing participant in any of it — because I was still angry. I was alive and grateful, but I had nothing good to say about the experience. I was not the person to turn to for inspiration and hope. Emailing me to ask how I got through it all, I didn’t have any secrets or words of wisdom to pass on. I was uncomfortable having people turn to me for anything.

I was also embarrassed by much of what I’d written on the site. I subsequently decided to take some time to revise it and get myself out of the loop for a while. So I took the site down, and immediately it felt like a burden had been lifted. I could just leave the whole withdrawal experience in the past and be done with it. I did make some revisions, but I didn’t stick with it. I felt like moving on instead.

So I did.
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March 27th, 2001. (Basic Facts - continued)

The nausea, along with unpleasant digestive problems (those are fun), is usually accompanied by the seizures that are #1 on this list. Most of the time it seems to happen when someone has tried going off Paxil cold turkey. By weaning slowly, though, one’s appetite might get all out of whack, but the nausea apart from the seizures and dizziness usually isn’t a huge problem.

The fatigue, though, is a problem. Paroxetine withdrawal is an exhausting experience. Every single second of it is exhausting — especially while the seizures are happening. It’s been nine months since my Paxil withdrawal experience began, almost four months since I last took any Paxil, and my energy level, physically, emotionally and cognitively, is still far from being 100%. Things are slowly getting better, but what can I tell you? This experience stole away a huge chunk of my life and robbed me of my health of which I am still trying to recover. So sue me if the bounce in my step isn’t as bouncy as it used to be. I’m feeling a little worn, a little bit tired, and maybe it shows. But I am alive, and that’s an accomplishment. Believe me, it is.

And so that’s about it in terms of the basic facts of Paxil withdrawal. It may not look like a pretty picture — that’s because it isn’t. But remember to keep in mind that most of what I’ve listed here is the worst of it all. Everyone is different and the chances of you experiencing everything on this list are slim. If you take care of yourself with daily exercise, avoid stressful situations, take some vitamin supplements and wean slowly at your own pace, you might not experience any of these things. Imagine that. That’d be great.

For some people, the transition from Paxil to being Paxil free is a relatively smooth ride. I happen to have been a bit sensitive to all the crap my withdrawal experience laid on me, but the #1 rule to remember is that everyone is different. Everyone can survive the withdrawal, but at their own pace and in their own way.

P.S. (Sept. 2006): These are the Paxil withdrawal effects I’ve had some experience with. But everyone is different, so I’d guess there’s at least another dozen or so withdrawal effects that aren’t on this list. Here are some of them:

(I’ve also posted a Paxil withdrawal guide from the original Paxil Free website. It’s the actual page from the old site, untouched since it I first posted it.)

Preface - February 5th, 2001: This is the first post where I included one of the responses to what I’d written. After this I began to keep a better record of all the conversations and exchanges that took place.

Thursday, September 28th, 2000. In response to a post at paxilprogress.org:

Everything I know tells me that alternating 20mg/10mg of Paxil is too much of a drop. The most anyone should alternate or lower a dosage is by 5mg. If you stick to that regiment, it should work. I’m down to 10mg right now, and so far so good.

I told my doctor last week, “You better give me something just incase the brain zaps start creeping up on me, because I am NOT going through that again.” He gave me a prescription for Xanax (aka Alprazolam) which he said is often used to get people through withdrawal from many neurochemical dependencies. No more than twice I day I’ve taken at the most half of a 0.25mg pill (very small amount; sometimes I take a quarter of a pill), and it allows me to walk up and down stairs without experiencing too much dizziness. I am nowhere near 100%, but I’m semi-functional, which I consider an accomplishment.

So by alternating dosages by a maximum of 5mg and taking a little Xanax to “take the edge off,” I’m getting through it. When you try weaning again, the slow route might be the way to go.
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Tuesday, October 17th, 2000.

Angela wrote (on paxil progress.org/forums):

It has been three weeks since I have been off of Paxil. I’m terrified.

Every now and then I feel some withdrawal symptoms, nausea, severe headaches and total lack of focus and concentration. But what scares me most is the way my mind is working.

I have been so angry lately, I lash out at my friends, I already lost one, and almost lost my best friend because of the horrible things I was saying. I just spoke to my boyfriend, and hung up feeling terrible, because I keep having mood swings. One second I want to hurt someone, I want to punch, kick scream, anything — the next, I am sorry for feeling this way, and sorry for acting the way I do. Is this a result of a chemical imbalance created by the Paxil? Wow. I wonder if the chemistry of my brain is going to remain in this “schizophrenic” trance.

While I am no longer feeling depressed, I feel trapped. Like I’m in a jail, and I want to break through the walls that surround me. I want to kill myself because I am afraid of what I might do, who I might hurt, that I am a truly horrible person and that I do not deserve to live. I don’t know what to do, or think, or say.

Susan wrote:

My advice is not to be alone too much, and not to let your thoughts dwell on dying. You are not a terrible person — keep reminding yourself what you are going through, that it’s the Paxil withdrawal, not you.

I haven’t quit yet — I just lowered my dose from 10mg to 5mg every other day. About a month ago, I lowered my dose to 10mg and I noticed the ANGER more than anything. I don’t think I have any more anger inside me than the average person, and possibly less, but I felt furious for about a week or two. And I noticed that the worst seemed to be that time before my period. (The Paxil may have been buffering my emotions during that time.)

My boyfriend was over one evening, not feeling well himself, and said something that I normally could have handled, and I slammed the door behind him when he left. We tried to talk a few days later, but it didn’t go well — then we didn’t talk for nearly two weeks, but are now back on track.

My point is, I’m sure the change in my neurochemistry had a lot to do with it. I was so upset one evening, I got into the word processor on my computer and wrote down, “I am angry…” and then a list of all I was angry about. I came up with 23 things, and intended to come back to it. And a lot of the things were not concrete things that had been done or said, but my perceptions about what others thought about me, and the INJUSTICE of it all! I really felt vulnerable. (I am a little nervous about this upcoming week of my cycle.)

Please be kind to yourself, even if you are having a hard time feeling kindly towards others right now. If you had a daughter and she were experiencing what you are experiencing, how would you want her to think about herself? Try to be a kind parent to yourself. Take care.

My response:

Experiencing irritability problems? Kind of feeling like killing someone else or killing yourself? At this moment in time, I think I can relate…

The number one thing to do right now is not kill yourself. I’ve been weaning myself off Paxil for 41 days now (I’m almost down to 5mg), and that’s 41 days of my life not being mine. I’ve been smiling patiently the whole time, but I am so sick of it that I am ready blow, I am ready to lash out, and I have days where it seems that the most reasonable thing to do would be to kill myself. The clarity of this thought when it’s there is — how do I describe it? Talk about a mind trip. The only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that everything I’m experiencing is being caused by the Paxil withdrawal, and that eventually the withdrawal itself will withdraw. I don’t know when, but for now I know that what I’m feeling isn’t my fault, and that I’m not crazy.

At the same time, while I know that I’ll be enduring this for some time to come (and I hate it that my life isn’t mine while this is happening, that I can’t even begin to live my life the way want to while this junk is making me into a zombie) — at the same time I know what I have to look forward to (it’s going to get worse before it gets better). On top of the frustration I naturally feel from having my life made unproductive, uncreative and useless by this wonderful little pill, I’m beginning to experience the irritability that comes from withdrawal — and it’s the kind of irritability where I don’t even want to look at some people, I don’t want them to look at me, I don’t want to listen to them open their mouth and say something stupid that I don’t have the energy for. I have become one big ball of sunshine. I have moments where I feel I could grab some people by the head and break their neck, or just punch them in the face and knock them unconscious so I won’t have to deal with them.

Kinda scary, isn’t it? Everybody thinks I’m handling this situation with ease. They don’t know the half of it. If it’s disturbing to read what I’m saying here, it’s a hell of a lot more disturbing being the one living it, believe me.

Right now I would like to live in a log cabin in the woods and be left alone. Not so that I can go off by myself and blow my brains out, but because I know that the more people I have to deal with everyday (especially stupid people, as well meaning as they may be), the more likely I am to punch somebody in the face or tell them to f*** off…

Well aware that this is where I am right now, I do everything I can to avoid people. This isn’t anti-social; at the moment it’s just a matter of survival. I would like to lock myself away until the worst of this is over with. Goddam Paxil.

But the point is, you’re not alone with the mood swings, with the extreme surges of anger, etc. — and after everything you’ve been through because of our little friend, Paxil, who the hell wouldn’t be? I’m ready to commit violence on some people because they have no idea how debilitating this experience has been — they have no idea what a challenge it has been for me to maintain my civility throughout all this.

I haven’t lost any friends yet, mainly because I’m staying clear of everyone as much as possible. I think most of us going through this have experienced some kind of personal loss due to the Paxil withdrawal. That’s doesn’t include the loss of the quality of our lives while we’re being put through this shit, the loss of our living. Regardless of the physiological effects of Paxil withdrawal (which are extremely unpleasant and often debilitating), the psychological effects aren’t exactly a walk in the park either. Let’s not forget this.

My own personal prediction of how my withdrawal will go is that all the feelings I would have normally experienced while I was taking the Paxil but were numbed out by the Paxil — every single one of them is going to come back with a vengeance. It doesn’t mean a relapse into a depression or anxiety; it means that all the feelings that the Paxil didn’t allow me to feel are going to be felt now. So regardless of the physical symptoms of withdrawal, of living without Paxil, the psychological experience itself will be a motherload. When I get off the Paxil, I don’t expect to bounce back to my good old self right away. It’s going to take time. That’s just a theory, my own speculations based on my previous experience of cold turkey withdrawal.

This Paxil withdrawal experience has affected everything in my life since it first happened in early July. I’ve been living a useless life ever since. That’s how it feels anyway. And now that I’m almost down to 5mg, I’ve got the mood swings, the sudden burst of anger, irritability on a level which is off the scale, insomnia, occasional suicidal feelings, dizziness, gastric disturbances (to put it kindly) — the works. The only thing that keeps me going right now is that I know it isn’t going to last. I don’t know how long it will last, but I know it will pass as long as I do everything in the meantime to keep myself healthy (vitamin supplements, exercise, staying away from annoying stupid people, etc.).

The other thing I’ve had to do recently is to tell the people who know that I’m going through withdrawal that I have reached the stage where I am extremely irritable and that they shouldn’t take my unfriendliness personally, and that the best thing they can do is to not push themselves on me. It other words, I’ve politely told them to get out of my face. While I’m going through the irritability stage, something as simple as that has made a difference.

First response:

Reading your message is like reliving my own nightmare. You have so very eloquently expressed feelings what I and many others have had as we journeyed through our withdrawals. I still have a lot of anger over the experience, but in our society you’ve got to be careful who you express those feelings to! You’ve done so much for us on this board in letting us know that our experiences weren’t out of the ordinary or unique — unless you’ve taken Paxil.

THANK YOU for sharing. It really means a lot to me to know that others have felt similar emotions.

Second response:

Thanks for being so candid and sharing your story. I’m gonna risk getting my neck broken here, but the rush of emotions that you will feel again when you complete withdrawal may not be as bad as you’re expecting. I’ve been reading posts here since July 2nd, and I’ve never read any that make it sound hard to deal with. On the contrary, most have said that it felt great to be able to cry again, etc. Tapering can be rough and the days after your final dose may be rough, but at that point, you know that the end is in sight. Your anger should subside. Hang in there, you’re probably in the worst of it right now. When you’re out of this, I hope you can spread the word about what Paxil did to you and prevent others from suffering. I sure have sympathy for you. Let us know how you’re doing.

Third response:

Thank you for your post. I felt myself choking up reading it and reliving the experiences you have described.

I, too, have been down that road. I have never been prone to angry outbursts, so it was really hard for me. I have felt so much shame for acting the way I have toward family (strangely I didn’t feel anger toward others). Many times they would just look at me “stunned” at what they were hearing come from little ole docile me! My rage was mostly ranting and raving. Thank God I didn’t feel suicidal or want to physically hurt anyone. My words were bad enough and I am sure they caused pain to others.

I have been off Paxil for 6 weeks after taking it for 6 years and can tell you that it will get better. My anger lasted for 2 weeks past my last pill and then went away. Some days it wasn’t too bad and others… well… let’s just say I wasn’t too much fun to be around.

I started taking St. Johns Wort about 3 weeks after my last Paxil and just quit taking it a week ago. I have been going through the anger period again just in the last week. I really think and hope it is from discontinuing St. Johns Wort. I am hopeful that I will get past this last bump too.

Wednesday, October 18th, 2000 (continued).

Doug said to a previous message:

This is an excellent response. I agree. However, I must state that I took Paxil for almost 3 years and it seemingly worked wonders for me… for a while.

The people I know personally (not through email or through paxilprogress.org) who took Paxil for extreme anxiety and panic attacks — every single one of them ended up taking on that “sedated” look I mentioned before. And there’s no way that can be good. All of them say they couldn’t live without Paxil, regardless of the weight gain and the sexual dysfunction it causes them. But neither have any of them done anything else except take Paxil to take care of themselves. They’re still living off coffee and cigarettes like they’ve always done. So, in a way, they got what they deserved. Nothing gets better in the absence of a willingness to change. Taking a little pink pill only delays the inevitable.

The calm that Paxil may provide can offer one the opportunity to work on the anxiety, but the anxiety will come back if one doesn’t actually work on it. This is something I see happening with many people, as well as having lived through it myself. It doesn’t take much to figure this one out.

I agree with you that Paxil can and often does make a difference at first. I have no doubt about it that Paxil did help me at one point; it helped me get through an extreme crisis situation, extreme stress, extreme anxiety, all during a time when my coping skills were not so good. For the duration I was on Paxil, I did everything I could to get my act together — and now, except for the anxiety related to the withdrawal, I do have it together (I hope). When I think of how I was, say two years ago, I am amazed at how far I’ve come, how effectively I deal with anxiety and stressful situations when they come up. I’m not 100% all the time, but who the hell is? (Nobody.)
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Sunday, October 29th, 2000. A journal entry:

I’ve been unable to write because the Paxil withdrawal has left my brain feeling scrambled and shot. How am I going to live once I get through this?

I’ve been living in such a fog — I can no longer describe what this withdrawal is like, and I don’t want to.

Wednesday, November 1st, 2000. A journal entry:

Today was my first full day of not taking any Paxil. I’m still walking around feeling dulled, but at least I’m walking.

It’s going to be wonderful starting from zero again. Unable to think most of the time, I have no plans, only a faint feeling that perhaps I’ll be leaving, moving on, travelling to some place I’ve never been. Does that sound hopeful?

Postscript - February 26th, 2001: This was my first “official” day off Paxil, but because the withdrawal got worse and not better as the weeks went on, I occasionally took an extremely small dose of Paxil purely out of desperation. My last actual dose probably took place somewhere between the 15th and the 20th of November.

Friday, November 3rd, 2000 (3rd day off Paxil). A journal entry:

The withdrawal is getting worse. Feeling emotional and a little suicidal today. Unable to make full use of my cognitive abilities — that’s the reason, I guess. To have that taken away from me makes me feel useless. Meaningless. How long can someone live like this?

Right now I don’t know if I’ll be alive by Xmas.

Tuesday, November 14th, 2000 (continued). A journal entry:

I began reading J.D. Salinger’s “For Esmé — with Love and Squalor,” from Nine Stories, a night or two ago. If I had to pick between this story and The Catcher in the Rye to keep, I don’t know which one I’d pick.

I’ve been having electrical sensations in my head for at least the past ten days. (Since I lost Internet access and stopped posting to paxilprogress.org a few weeks ago, I haven’t been keeping detailed records.) I find them as disturbing now as I did when I first experienced them in July.

For the past 69 days since I began the weaning process, I’ve been doing everything I could to keep an active mind. I’ve been reading and writing as much as possible. I don’t know about the writing, but the reading has been intellectual stuff — Aristotle’s Ethics, that kind of thing.

But for the past ten days or so I haven’t been able to stick to anything. I’ve barely touched the Aristotle book. I open to where I left off and before I even finish the first paragraph I’m saying, “I can’t read this.” The electrical shocks that take off from behind my eyes (often while I’m reading) and then surge through the inside of my head have left a mark on me. They’re wiping me out.

Sunday, November 24th, 2000 (24th day of Paxil).

Sarah wrote:

I have been off Paxil for 10 months now, and I still get very upset for no reason. I would assume most people don’t after getting off Paxil, but I do! I had a very, very hard time getting off Paxil, and I never wish to go through that again.

Paxil changed my whole personality when I was taking it, but when I got off Paxil, I found it very hard to find the personality that I once had.

Through reports and research that I have done on Paxil, this seems to be a common factor. They don’t know why or how. But I will tell you, and you probably already know, Glaxo SmithKline has yet to accept any responsibility. Through reading and studying about Paxil, there seems to be many changes in personality that do take place. Read Medscape on the internet for any update information. It is a very informative database.

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Saturday, November 25th, 2000 (25th day off Paxil).

Someone said, “It is the pressure in my head and behind my eyes that gets me down. I feel as if I must force myself to focus.”

I should have had those words stamped to my forehead for the past 80 days since I’ve been weaning off the Paxil.

Because I’ve taken multivitamins up the gazoo, I haven’t experienced the Paxil Flu. But right now I seem to have the body aches, and I’m in a mood. I don’t know what kind of mood, but it’s a mood alright.

Anyway, that’s just me. Trying to walk it off. No major brain zaps anymore, but the pressure behind the eyes is still there. That’s the one constant throughout all of this.

This is a serious impairment on my brain function.

There is not a curse loud and long enough to express my anger and frustration.

P.S. (Sept. 2006): The pressure behind the eyes mentioned in this post is part of the brain zaps or electrical surges that, for me, began in my eyes and then went through my head and the rest of my body. There was always that weird pressure inside my eyes that made it feel like a brain zap was about to hit me any second. I’m sure the hypersensitivity to light was connected this insane electrical pressure in my eyes. (I just added Vision / Eye Problems as a category, though for the most part eye problems will be convered by the categories for the electrical surges and hypersensitivity to light and sound.)

Tuesday, November 28th, 2000 (28th day off Paxil). In response to a message on paxilprogress.org:

I don’t think the paresthesia/electrical sensations in my eyes and my head are caused by anxiety and stress. I had plenty of anxiety and stress before I went on and subsequently tried to get off Paxil, and it’s NEVER felt like this. I have had tension headaches in the past, but what I’m experiencing now is something completely different altogether.

The zaps are the cause of the anxiety and stress, not the other way around.

This isn’t an argument to me. It’s a statement of fact. I tried getting off the Paxil and immediately, for the first time in my life, began experiencing the brain zaps. This is the most obvious, simple, straight forward equation. It’s a neurochemical reaction that’s happening in my brain because of this drug. If I’m feeling any anxiety, depression or stress, 95% of it is coming from this experience of trying to get off this drug.

Overall, I have been physically and mentally healthy my whole life. My doctor keeps asking me, referring to the brain zaps and the electrical heaviness in my eyes, “Are you sure you’ve never experienced anything like this before?” I’ve never taken an anti-depressant before Paxil, I’ve never “experimented” with LSD, cocaine or anything stronger than pot, and when I did, I was never a dopehead. I’ve never been an alcoholic. I don’t have a history of this sort of thing. I have no doubt that these electrical sensations in my head are caused by the Paxil.

I wasn’t feeling any stress or anxiety until I tried getting off the Paxil, and what I’m experiencing now is not due to any pre-existing condition that I know of. I may be feeling depressed, and I may be experiencing some anxiety — but my brain goes into an electrical seizure every time I move too suddenly or move my eyes too fast or have any kind of bright light shone in my face. Is not a little stress and anxiety a normal reaction to such a disturbing experience? I’d say it is. (Some people may say to this, “Get over it. ” But I’ll get over it once it stops.)
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Friday, December 1st, 2000 (continued).

Anne said: “I have a test Monday evening, and I am having a hard time trying to get into it.”

Since I’ve been weaning off the Paxil, I’ve been bunked out in my parents’ basement, living with them way out in the country, not doing much of anything, not seeing much of anyone. I was about to enter the second year of my graduate programme when, following my doctor’s orders, I tried to get off the Paxil cold turkey in early July, and my life hasn’t been mine since.

The stuff that I study in university takes some heavy duty brain power, and I knew that I’d never be able to perform at the expected level, so I managed to get a leave of absence from my programme for this year. If I hadn’t been granted a leave of absence, by now I would have failed out of the programme, without a doubt.

All I meant to get at here is how amazed I am that anyone can live a normal life while going through Paxil withdrawal and post-Paxil withdrawal. As well as I’ve been able to keep it together, I don’t think I’d be able to do it if my parents weren’t letting me live with them rent-free and if I hadn’t gotten the leave of absence from my programme.

I give a tip of the hat to anyone who has managed to live a relatively normal life while going through all this. I don’t know how you do it.

Friday, December 1st, 2000 (continued). Responding to a post on paxilprogress.org:

I’ve always been able to deal with the emotional symptoms (e.g., the suicidal feelings) easier than the other symptoms (e.g., the electrical surges). The electrical sensations just about drive me insane. More than any of the other symptoms, they’ve made it impossible to be me and to do what I love to do.

I have felt on-and-off suicidal since my first cold turkey experience in early July. I still haven’t completely shaken the feeling, but I can tell you that it subsides to the point where it’s just a faint echo of what you’re feeling now. You’ll remember it, and in a sense it’ll still be there, but you won’t feel any urge to go through with it.

The only way to get through now it is don’t kill yourself (simple, right?). Your body and your brain are going through one serious motherload of a neurochemical adaptation. You have to give yourself a chance to get through it and to go through it. As you know, there are some sudden benefits to getting off the Paxil — I’d say focus on those right now and enjoy them as much as you can. And the next thing you know, you’ll be feeling crappy, but you won’t be feeling suicidal. And that’s progress. And gradually everything gets better. That’s the only thing I can say with some confidence.

It’s been a long dragged out experience, but a little tiny bit at a time, I’ve gotten better. So don’t kill yourself and you will too. And don’t forget to take plenty of B Complex.
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Monday, January 22nd, 2001 (83rd day off Paxil).

During my withdrawal, I had peaks and valleys of cognitive ability. Except for one brief period, writing anything was a challenge. Around the middle of November, a few weeks before I got down to zero milligrams (my last “official” dose was on November 1st, but I had to take an occasional sliver of Paxil for a couple weeks afterwards), I lost my ability to read and retain more than one paragraph at a time. Nothing seemed to hold my interest, and nothing I read seemed to stay with me. My memory was going right down the toilet. I couldn’t retain or recall anything. It sucked. Conversationally, I’m normally more animated than most people I know, but between November and December, I became the shy guy in the corner who kept to himself (I’m still somewhat affected by this).

Only recently, within the past few weeks, have I been able to read on a fairly consistent basis again and to remember what I was reading. It’s like I’m being re-introduced to the world of thought again. Conversationally, I’m not nearly as lively as I used to be, mainly because the withdrawal threw me so far out of the loop that it had a negative effect on my self-confidence. I’ve had plenty of experiences related to my Paxil withdrawal that have beaten down hard on my faith in humanity, but I expect that that, too, will gradually recover. And my self-confidence will probably recover along with it.

It takes time to return to normal after an experience like this. I try not to let it bother me, but often it does bother me that I’m not as lively as I’m used to being and as people are used to seeing me. But I’ve survived a severe neurological trauma (i.e., the Paxil withdrawal, which stole away almost seven months of my life). After surviving something like this, it’s only natural that our legs are going to feel a little wobbly at first. It takes time to get one’s strength back.

May 29th and July 26th, 2001.

I want to talk about the common thread which I think is apparent in the experiences of everyone who has been through paroxetine withdrawal; and, in big bold letters, that common thread is THE FEELING OF BEING CUT OFF FROM THE WORLD. Often it’s not just a feeling; it’s a reality. There are plenty of other crappy things I could single out, things others may consider more important issues, but for me, this is the big one because I’m still working on it; it’s the one which I think causes the most damage and requires the most healing.

Oliver Sacks addresses this in his book, Awakenings (1990 edition), when he describes how a disease can consume a person’s life, consume all of their energy and attention for such a long period of time that (from page 240): “they feel, on the one hand, cut-off or withdrawn from the world, on the other hand immersed, or engrossed, in their illness,” a feeling which I’m sure anyone living with paroxetine withdrawal can relate to. Then he goes on to speak about the ‘awakening,’ or the recovery, in which one ceases to feel the presence of the dis-ease, but is instead naturally drawn towards and engaged by the presence of everything in the living world around them.

It’s been just over a year since my initial withdrawal experience and I wish I could say that I no longer feel the presence of this disease, but I can’t. (Paroxetine withdrawal, and post-withdrawal, is a dis-ease. I’d love to meet someone going through withdrawal who’s sitting back at ease with all of it.) It is less present than it used to be for me, but, along with other symptoms which I am too sick and tired of to describe in detail, I have chronic pain (as in all the time) which disrupts the relaxed flow of my thoughts and feelings and kind of takes the fun out of things; it gets to me at times. It is this cognitive disruption, one which seems physiological in origin, that interferes with my fully feeling the presence of the world around me like I used to, of my fully being able to be myself. I’ve been trying to “walk it off” all this time, but I can’t.

Throughout my Paxil Experience I’ve had people full of good intentions pass on to me the age-old advice, “Don’t dwell on what’s happening to you. Just go outside and enjoy the sunshine and the simple things. You’ll feel a whole lot better.” That’s a simple solution that works, and I know it works because I’ve lived by it for many years — but it works for people who have their health, not for someone who feels like they’ve been hit in the head with an aluminum bat from the withdrawal seizures and the constant headaches and body aches. Let’s crack one of these good-intentioned people across the head with a two-by-four and then tell them not to focus on the pain (impossible); tell them to go out for a leisurely walk while their head is pulsing with pain and enjoy the sunshine which will surely make them feel so much better. Maybe then they’ll realize how misplaced and absurd some of that age-old wisdom can be, especially when it comes from people who don’t have the experience to back it up.
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