Zoloft to the "rescue"...

Tales of my recovery have been greatly exaggerated. Its been forever since I've posted. Mostly due to the monumental freak outs that I've been experiencing. I started Zoloft on the day of my last post (12/15/05). The next day I had what can only be described as a complete melt down. It was the day of my annual Christmas party at my house. Things started off well enough. Then mid-day it all went to hell.

I spent the rest of the evening in what seemed like a never-ending panic attack. First time that's ever happened to me. After that, everything was sorta normal for a few days. Then my dosage got upped (from the starter to the normal dosage) and BAM! It happened again. It just so happened that this was Christmas day. I spent the whole day thinking I was having a heart attack. Yay.

Well the following days went pretty much like normal. One day I'm fine, the next I'm a wreck (but a little less of a wreck than before). This time around has been exceptionally hard to deal with. At least, I think it has been. I tend to block out the past episodes so all I remember is being really scared and spending copious amounts of time on the Internet.

I have been able to relax more recently so I'm hoping the Zoloft is working some magic. Barring any odd side-effects, I think I've committed to taking it for a full year. If I can get through a year without losing my mind, maybe it'll give me enough distance to keep a clear head on my own.

Sorry for the boring post, I promise to be funny later.