I had my quarterly appointment with my psychiatrist the other day. As planned, I told him that I would like to switch to a new antidepressant. I felt that Wellbutrin, which I had been taking since 2000, was exacerbating my overall anxiety level. I showed him my nails, which were bitten down to the quick. Although I’ve been biting my nails since I was a child, normally I can stop for a year or so, but it’s been over seven years since I had long nails - since I started the Wellbutrin. And my husband made a point of agreeing when I told him that I thought I’d been more anxious overall since I started the Wellbutrin, so I knew that it had been (painfully) obvious to him also.

I detailed my past antidepressant history for my doctor, with the thought that this might help him choose a new medication for me. In addition to Wellbutrin I had also taken Norpramin for most of the first decade that I was on antidepressants. Norpramin is a tricylic antidepressant that had been very successful in banishing my depression, but it’s a decade-old medication with side effects including dry mouth and teeth decalcification. During one year of that decade I had taken Prozac, but went back to Norpramin since the Prozac made me feel flat emotionally (although it did help my obsessive compulsive disorder).

Read on

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 28th, 2008 at 8:18 am and is filed under Depression Writing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, bookmark this on del.icio.us, or trackback from your own site.