Anonymous asked: 375mg of Effexor?! Holy buckets Man I'm only on 75 and I almost Feel it's too much. What kind Of side effects do you experience??

crazy right? everyone is different. i used to take 450mg of effexor like when i was PMSing and then drop back to 300mg but my doc just wanted to try the middle because if I was on 450 for more than a week or two I’d get anxious, restless and antsy.

In general, effexor seems to work the best for me. I don’t have any side effects that I know of I feel…regular…ya know? 

I mean I can DEFINITELY feel the withdrawal if I miss a dose—I can feel it that day and it’s intense. That’s my main problem with the med. I also am always pretty warm…like I am hot when others are fine so I dress more lightly but I am not sure if that is the meds or not.

Like I said, everyone is different. For me it seems like it takes more to get an effect. For someone else I know, she took it and had panic attacks and felt WORSE in terms of depression. It’s tough to find the right one and the right depression fighting combo

*pow pow*

What about you? Side effects??

combating depression…on a new dosage as of today. lol at how i have to take 5 pills.

spiritualinspiration:

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

spiritualinspiration:

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

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fuckyeah-bill:

Promoing at the beach

Ancient Roman prostitutes did something similar, but usually they would have phalluses inscribed in their sandals. So, if you were ever in the mood, you could just look down and follow the dicks.

follow the yellow dick-road

haaa. and yeahh i would never get those sandals. please don’t follow and stalk me and kill me kthanks bye.

lesbianathogwarts:

bashdoard:

fuckyeah-bill:

Promoing at the beach

Ancient Roman prostitutes did something similar, but usually they would have phalluses inscribed in their sandals. So, if you were ever in the mood, you could just look down and follow the dicks.

follow the yellow dick-road

haaa. and yeahh i would never get those sandals. please don’t follow and stalk me and kill me kthanks bye.

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An eating disorder isn’t about losing weight. It’s about losing who you were, who you are and being taken over by something evil. It’s so fast it’s not even a spiral, it’s a black hole. And suddenly you forget what you liked to do in your free time. You forget who your friends were. You forget what music you like. Because everything revolves around the eating disorder. Everything is by the eating disorder, for the eating disorder. It has stolen you. It has stolen not only your body, but you mind.

And one day, you remember you like art, and you feel happy.
The next day, you remember what your favorite painting was, and you smile.
Then the next, you’re recreating the painting.
And suddenly you come back, and Ed disappears.
And it feels so damn good.

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sometimes recovery doesn’t mean
more treatment
more therapy
more medication


sometimes you don’t need to
learn more coping skills or
make meal plans or
identify emotions.


sometimes you need
more time in the sunshine
more hugs that mean something
more drunken conversations on a sunday night


because sometimes you can understand recovery in your head
but not feel recovery in your heart.

sometimes your heart needs a little extra time to catch up.

I am waiting (via tessa-rae)

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watch this now. they are amazing.

Something Tells Me I’m into Something Good

Miserable Green

Isn’t it ridiculous that I can be so envious of everyone?

I want to lose weight. I want to be skinny…aka unhealthy. I idolize emaciation and extreme thinness. I become SO triggered and jealous when I see someone who is extremely skinny. I stare. I can’t think about anything else. 

But I want to have babies. I get really sad and jealous of people that have children. 

These two things completely contradict one another.

—- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- —- 

I want to work in the medical field and I envy doctors and nurses.

But I envy my classmates who are out there getting gigs and striving for an operatic/musical career.

But I don’t want to pursue that direction. And I love my job. 

But…

I always feel like whatever I am doing is not the right thing. It is not adequate. It is nothing. It isn’t “important” enough. No one knows me…

But I know that isn’t true.

I run my mind in circles and just end up miserable about everything at once when in reality there is nothing to be miserable about.