I'm currently watching Horizon's Pill Popping episode which I recorded. It's only vaguely interesting and isn't really revealing much that I didn't already know or couldn't have figured out. What's got me sitting up to write this post is my reaction to hearing my least favourite word in the world......Seroxat.
I'm pretty emotional anyway these days, but the very mention of that word leads me towards tears of frustration, anger and sadness.
Seroxat (Paroxetine) was the first anti-depressant I was ever prescribed. I was 18 years and 5 months old and in the first year of university. I had been depressed for sometime, but uni really bought it out in me and I sought help because I was afraid that depression was going to stop me from passing my course. How ironic that seems now.
I had vaguely heard of Seroxat before I started taking it however when my GP explained he'd be putting me on an anti-depressant he told me he was giving me "something you've probably heard of - Prozac". I was a little confused when I picked up the prescription and was faced with a box of Seroxat; despite my limited knowledge on the subject I knew that Prozac (Fluoxetine) and Seroxat were not in the same drug. Nonetheless I started the course and hoped for the best. The first dose made me violently sick. That was probably the best side-effect of the lot. I'm not entirely sure how long I took it for but I recall what it did to me.
I would experience serious withdrawal if I was even a few hours late taking a dose. I became withdrawn socially, my uni work suffered and I lost the part-time job I had as I was struggling to concentrate and couldn't carry out a series of simple tasks.
I have a vivid, but dream-like memory of walking down the long, wide tree-lined road to the university campus. I think I'd just gotten off a bus and was on the phone to my mum. I was feeling spaced out, experiencing "brain zaps" and was verging on hysterical, although held it together whilst on the phone. I got as far as the gates to uni but couldn't face going in and just kept walking. I recall wondering if I was experiencing a panic attack and trying to mentally sober myself up. Then, a moment of clarity through the mist in my brain; a thought that popped up in my head things became clear; If I walk in front of the next bus that passes by, all of this will stop.
Our Mummy, Marie Molloy: 1957 – 2023
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