So, I know, I'm like the long-lost cousing that was here today gone tomorrow and back again - sorry guys! I think about you all everyday, but life has been so crazy lately.
I've been seeing my therapist for several months discussing my emetophobia and I THOUGHT I was making huge progress - well, I was, I mean, I wasn't obsessing with v* or the possibility that someone might get s* in my family, and was even able to find some humor in v* scenes in comedies and regular elementary school potty talk involving v*.
I felt SOOOO good, that I discussed coming off of my Cymbalta with my MD and psychologist because my hubby and I have talked about having another baby and cymbalta is a big No-No. Anyway, my MD had me go from 60 mg down to 30 mg (for 3 weeks). No trouble with the lower dose. I actually felt BETTER (more energy, started to want my husband's intimacy again), so I thought going off was going to be a piece of cake. Well, no such luck. Last Thursday I took my last 30 mg Cymbalta. Friday, no problems, Saturday, some weird physical symptoms and mild mood swings, but nothing too dramatic and figured I could ride it out. Well, then came Sunday and I felt worse than I had felt BEFORE I went on the cymbalta for depression! I called my MD Monday, she wrote me a script for 90 mg extended release prozac to help me get over the physical (and emotional) symptoms of withdrawing from Cymbalta. She said usually 1 dose dose the trick, but wrote me extras just in case. Yesterday morning, I was a little better. No more physical symptoms but still lots of mood swings. My hubby worked from home to provide emotional support. Finally, by bedtime last night I felt 95% like myself again - both emotionally and physically.
Then about an hour ago it happened. The 6 year old came in to tell us she had v'ed. She didn't even make it in the trash can this time.Well, hubby got up to help her and I tried to find clean sheets/mattress pad for her bed and while I was searching the linen closet for a clean mattress pad, I nearly fainted. That has NEVER happened to me before. I've been in situations where the world has grayed and then come right back into view, but I nearly almost fell over and had to sit on the ground with my head between my knees!
What have I done?!? I think I made a mistake. I think I need to accept the fact that we will only ever have 2 children because my body can't handle not being on an anti-anxiety med. I feel awful right now.
I took an ativan because the panic started to return, and now I'm sitting here waiting and wondering if the 4 year old is going to be sick overnight too.
I hate this disease.



Well, hubby got up to help her and I tried to find clean sheets/mattress pad for her bed and while I was searching the linen closet for a clean mattress pad, I nearly fainted. That has NEVER happened to me before. I've been in situations where the world has grayed and then come right back into view, but I nearly almost fell over and had to sit on the ground with my head between my knees!
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