What Lexapro Does For Me

June 6th, 2007 § 6

Pre–Lexapro
I’m dri­ving through life, just tool­ing along, occa­sion­ally enjoy­ing the scenery, mostly filled with a bland kind of lone­li­ness and melan­choly, but fre­quently excited — either by my own crap dri­ving, some­one else’s crap dri­ving or a ran­dom hic­cup of cir­cum­stance like a cup in the road — into extreme, hyper­ven­ti­lat­ing, weepy, glass-completely-empty, wishing-to-disappear, no-hope depres­sion and anx­i­ety. Decision-making shuts down at this point. To con­tinue the road trip metaphor, sud­denly I come to the end of my map. Since I have no direc­tion, and my abil­ity to drive has become impaired by the previously-mentioned anx­i­ety, and, as often hap­pens dur­ing these for­ays into the uncharted, I lose my will (and my belief in my abil­ity) to con­tinue, I end up either will­ingly or acci­den­tally dri­ving off the cliff that is always there, where the map ends. It is a long, hard, muddy, painful climb back up that cliff, and when I am down there, I am loathe to climb back up because it means get­ting back in the car and try­ing to get back on the road — some­thing I have no faith in my abil­ity to do. Peo­ple to try to extend a hand down to help me are often bit­ten by the ani­mal I become down in the muck and shadow. Luck­ily for me, the climb was always com­pleted, even though it usu­ally took days.

Post–Lexapro
Still dri­ving, still tool­ing along, still pass­ing through a mix of emo­tions most of which are noth­ing to brag about. I occa­sion­ally arrive at a bit of joy, but I also hit the edge of the map just as often as I did before. This time, how­ever, there is no cliff. I do not fall, but rather stall, right there on the edge of the world. I am still depressed and anx­ious, but now am unable to hide from it. One would think that this would make get­ting back on the road an eas­ier thing, but it doesn’t. I am just as lost, and often­times end up wish­ing for a cliff, for my dank, dark val­ley, my hid­ing place. I have no more infor­ma­tion than before — the map is not wider or eas­ier to read or fold and unfold. I am no more capa­ble. From here on in, I am to study the roads that take me to the edge of the map and learn to avoid them, or not suc­ceed­ing in avoid­ance, to per­fect my U-turn… or so say the experts. I under­stand this goal, and I agree for the most part, but I still find myself wish­ing for a nice high, slip­pery cliff when the hori­zon looms.

Now what I need is a drug that draws maps.

§ 6 Responses to “What Lexapro Does For Me”

  • Jennifer says:

    Sounds about right. :)

  • donna says:

    If you get really good, you learn to look off the edge of the cliff — and notice the beau­ti­ful scenery sur­round­ing you instead of just the rocks below you. ;^)

    Maybe you need to post some of those “Here there be drag­ons” signs. No wait, you like drag­ons.… ok, maybe “Here there be mon­sters” signs.…

    Crazymeds seems to con­sider Lexapro mostly harm­less. Sounds safer than my Effexor, but not as fun.

    As for me and maps, with me, it was more like, “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t NEED roads!” At least you’ve got freakin’ roads…

    Namaste.…

  • donna says:

    Oh, and for me the “map draw­ing” drug is lam­ic­tal. My shrink thanks me every time I see him for talk­ing him into try­ing that — it wasn’t approved for bipo­lar at the time — now almost all his bipo­lar patients use it.

  • Emile Barrios says:

    Your post-Lexapro descrip­tion made me think “wel­come to the human race.” Nobody has a map. Every­body won­ders if there is some huge secret piece of infor­ma­tion they alone are miss­ing. There isn’t. We strug­gle to find our way, to find mean­ing, to under­stand our­selves and our place in the uni­verse — that’s what being a human is all about. You’re absolutely right — there is no place to hide. We must come out into the light and accept the fact that we are all beau­ti­ful, com­plete, flawed human beings — and that we are OK just the way we are. As Bukowski wrote: “Your life is your life. Don’t let it be clubbed into dank sub­mis­sion.” You are one of the most won­der­ful peo­ple I have ever met.

  • Mic says:

    Found this whilst search­ing for Lexapro and side effects. I’m actu­ally on Esi­talo but it is a generic brand of Lexparo.

    I’d like to add my two bits worth as I’ve been on this drug for over two years now and after try­ing to ween myself it a cou­ple of times I’ve proven to myself that this is the way life is sup­posed to be.

    After 15 yrs of mar­riage and the many up and downs of life that it brings, my wife and I were hav­ing unre­solved issues mainly attrib­uted (or so it seems) at the time to my tem­per and irra­tional moods. I was pre­scribed Lex­paro by a very well known Aus­tralian Psy­chol­o­gist that my GP sent me too. He gave me this piece advice after dis­cussing the issues that my wife and I were hav­ing, “She would be a very hard woman if she asked you to leave home now after I’ve diag­nosed you with anx­i­ety and very high stress levels”.…and guess what hap­pened? When I went home and dis­cussed with her what the GP had told me(less the bit about her being a hard woman if…)…she asked me to leave home!

    This depar­ture from the rou­tine and what I found to be my solace ie fam­ily and my home were swiftly ripped away from me. Being the emo­tional and ‘still waters run deep’ sort of per­son I was in tur­moil. Return­ing to my mother’s home had no sav­iour for me as being a man of 40+yrs it was quite embar­rass­ing. This fur­ther demor­alised me and I was spi­ralling out of con­trol. At this point the Lexapro had not kicked in enough yet to make any real dif­fer­ence to my personality.

    How­ever, within a cou­ple of months it did start to give me some clar­ity. The best way I have of describ­ing its effect is to say that I felt like it was a mis­er­able day, driz­zly with very heavy fog before the Lexapro. Then as it started to take effect the fog started to lift and become more of a haze. Then to the day when it was a warm sunny spring morn­ing and the world was clear and it was a beau­ti­ful day. We still get rain with cold mis­er­able weather but before too long it clears again to be a clear sunny day even if it is win­ter but then comes spring and sum­mer. And so the cycle repeats.

    Need­less to say I am no longer mar­ried to that ‘very hard woman’ and I feel as though I am now the per­son she once met, fell in love with, mar­ried and raised two beau­ti­ful 10yr old twins. If only she had given me the time and under­stand­ing that a Dia­betic work­ing 12 hr Day and Night shifts with anx­i­ety verg­ing on depres­sion needed to get him­self unwound.

    She will never recog­nise or accept that half the prob­lem was her to start with and it wasn’t just my anger and tem­pera­ment that drove us to this point. I will admit that my upbring­ing did not give me the tools in my tool­bag to allow me to deal with the stresses that daily life will bring and I feel that she just added to those stresses with­out ever under­stand­ing the cause and effect principle.

    I have a deeper under­stand­ing of myself and the abil­ity now to feel when I am stressed and recog­nise the fac­tors influ­enc­ing my emo­tions whether they be bad or good emotions.

    Finally, I feel that Lexparo/Esitalo is like a key to allow my emo­tions to ebb and flow with­out the block­age of stress/anxiety caus­ing these emo­tions to build up and over­flow in waves of pent up outbursts.

    I still have times when emo­tions over­come me to cause me to cry or laugh out loud but this I feel is just life hap­pen­ing as we swerve our way through all the day to day dilem­mas that life puts there to test our tenacity.

    I would urge any­one with undi­ag­nosed apathy/anxiety/anger/emotional outburst/unexpalined irra­tional­ity to see a doc­tor with the per­se­ver­ance to try a drug like Lex­paro or Esi­talo. I expe­ri­enced all of the above with­out diagnosis.

    Regards,
    Mic.

    PS. I have now met a won­der­ful lady that treats me with the love and respect that I feel and felt I deserve. Thus I return it to her with inter­est. We are happy and I’m sure life will only get better.

  • I’m Chuck Frey, author of the Mind Map­ping Soft­ware Blog, the lead­ing source of news, trends and best prac­tices in the world of visual map­ping. Much has changed since the last edi­tion of this book was pub­lished in 2007. In writ­ing this 3rd edi­tion, I looked at the exist­ing con­tent with a crit­i­cal eye, updat­ing those tips that needed it, elim­i­nat­ing top­ics that aren’t as rel­e­vant today and — most impor­tantly — pop­u­lated it with a wealth of new, prac­ti­cal and action­able infor­ma­tion that is designed with today’s pro­grams, appli­ca­tions and resources in mind.

  • § Leave a Reply

What's this?

You are currently reading What Lexapro Does For Me at Just Kristin.

meta