Antipsychotics are drugs that are used to treat symptoms of psychosis such as delusions (for example, hearing voices), hallucinations, paranoia, or confused thoughts. They are used in the treatment of schizophrenia, severe depression and severe anxiety. Antipsychotics are also useful at stabilizing episodes of mania in people with Bipolar Disorder.
Their main action is on dopamine receptors, reducing levels of excess dopamine. They may also affect levels of other neurotransmitters, namely acetylcholine, noradrenaline, and serotonin.
Older antipsychotics tend to be called typical antipsychotics, and antipsychotics that have been developed more recently are called atypical antipsychotics. Atypical antipsychotics are less likely to produce extrapyramidal side effects (such as tremor and Parkinson’s-like symptoms) and tardive dyskinesia (abnormal, repetitive facial movements). Atypical antipsychotics are also more likely to improve cognitive function. Clozapine (classed as an atypical antipsychotic even though it is quite an old drug) also improves delusions and hallucinations and reduces the risk of suicide.
- atypical antipsychotics
- miscellaneous antipsychotic agents
- phenothiazine antipsychotics
- psychotherapeutic combinations
Foggy and feel crazy « on: April 17, 2017, 05:03:15 pm »
Anyone struggle with having this mental block or cloud/fogginess in their brain and also feeling everything being off? Like I go to do something normal; i.e. take a bath and everything still feels weird and looks odd. I get such high anxiety that I feel I’ll just flip out. I honestly don’t know how to control this or make it go away. Please help with suggestions…..
Crazy things I did while tapering « on: June 24, 2016, 08:52:38 pm »
I tapered several drugs about 5 years and now that I am done with I remember crazy things I did and thought, for example:
– I was afraid the heat in summer would harm the pills so I took them into the cooler, than thought that would be too cold, and so I spent days carrying pills around
– I was afraid I could run out of pills all the time
– I was afraid the crumb I took of a pill (I splitted the pills) would be to big, so I splited a new one.. Once I destroyed a hole package by splitting pills again and again
– I was afraid I would forget to take a dose so I had 5-6 timers on my phone. Every hour the phone rang..
– I was carrying a rescue pill with me and were afraid of losing my bag
– I had a bag with clothes ready so that I can run to the ER
– I wore “good” underwear because I thought I might collapse and People at ER would see me in underwear
– I gave my dog 3 bowls of water so that she would survive in case I would collapse
– I noted EVERYTHING that happened down, it was really crazy..
What I want to say is, I got used to tapering. It ended. These fears are gone. I made it. And you can make that too!!
Go on with that!
If I was going to write a song about lorazepam, it'd be like.... « on: May 19, 2016, 06:21:47 am »
took half a pill on a fly,
to stop the panic and doom,
to feel like other people do
why am I so anxious? it makes no sense
what is with this crazyness?
is it coffee or the food I ate?
I am anxious I need these pills,
But no longer know how I feel,
Does this stuff helps or hurts,
Lots of stress in life and
I’m feeling worse
Lorazepam danger zone,
this ain’t good for me, but I can’t stop
my anxiety is killing me,
and I am barely functioning
Lorazepam twilight zone,
am I dying all alone,
I went to the ER,
They said, “oh, you’re fine”
What is this withdrawal thing?
Benzobuddies sites offers hope,
but why do I feel I can’t cope?
what kind of world am I living it?
Feel like Frodo in Lords of the Rings
This can’t be possibly happening
To the rescue comes valium,
The nasty pills from 70’s films
Thought new benzos were safer things
Feel like fool for believing it
4 weeks Kpin/other benzos/ Free « on: November 22, 2013, 02:47:04 pm »
I found the BB community right after I jumped on 25th of October. I have known the Ashto Manual before, but somehow it got all mixed up and forgotten (benz’s aren’t best for your memory), so I decided to jump when I was tapered down to 3 mg of klonopin per day. And it was terrible. Derealisation, heart pounding, all the possible twitches and pains. I felt so bad that, like so many, I started thinking about offing myself.
At two weeks into the withdrawal I felt so awful it made me cry. I thought it will last forever. Now two another weeks later I am much better. I kinda feel like grovelling and whining actually, but I thought I’ll organise my thoughts about the positive things that happened.
First time in my adult life I am sleeping without pills. I got a great pillow and honestly, the devil is in the details. It helps! While there are many unpleasant things about my sleep (sweating, vivid scary dreams, the post wake up horrors) I cannot overlook that now I am:
sleeping on my own
rested after the sleep.
It’s a big deal, non?
It’s very strange to observe that my body runs on itself. After trying to control it for so long I am discovering this is not necessary!
I am finally accountable for my own feelings. Sure, I feel emotionally dried up and I feel stupid, lame and whatnot, a total burn out. But than again, am I? I can’t help but feel like just now I am learning how to be responsible for the things I do. No stupid facebook posts, for example, and deleting them when the pill stops working! I understand I am responsible for what I say and how I interact with others. I honestly thought I have borderline personality disorder! No shame in having that, but it’s really stupid to think you have something that you do not and living by certain rules (and antidepressants) when you should be focusing on the issues you DO have! I know I am having trouble with making sense but this is the chaos I have to learn to live with and let it fall into place when time is ripe. The wonderful thing is that our bodies are amazing machineries that keep on living no matter what we try to do in our confusion!
I am not exactly having the famous windows, but things get -slowly- easier and lighter. I can clean up a little by now, I have more patience with my son. It’s a big deal to be down to earth, even if it’s painful, IMHO.
One of the things that annoy me is that emotionally I am a baby again. I am watcing Captain America and I’m tearing up every other minute because, OMG FIRE! OMG OVERWHELMING MUSIC! OMG THE SCRIPT IS NOT SO GOOD BUT TOMMY LEE JONES EATS THAT STEAK SO TOUCHINGLY! Then again, I have feelings, I am not so jaded anymore, god bless!
So I am extremely vulnerable and have obsessive thoughts about death. If things will keep on improving, I believe I will run more on automatic than now- now everything is a big deal and shattering, but I am not taking a pill not to feel. It’s surely worth something!
I also quit my antidepressants. It was a hard decision to make, but during my hospital stay I met actually depressed people- I might not feel great, but I certainly don’t have this sickness. I feel blessed that I could make this step and not drown. Maybe one day I will need to take some meds for support- I’ll do everything I need to do, I will look for help, but for now I don’t think it’s needed, and I am grateful for what I have. I am having some drinks every now and then and don’t have to worry about my liver exploding in some terrible mix of chemistry! I know that drinking alcohol is not so hot while you’re withdrawing, but for me it’s a part of life that was always out of control and now I can enjoy a conscious drink and it does help me to feel a bit more normal. I pat myself of the back when I wash the dishes or manage to make spaghetti or an omelette just in time for when my son is back from school.
What I’m trying to throw at you is that objectively I have to admit that the changes are happening, even when I feel stuck and I think I am the biggest loser on earth. I know there are people around me who depend on me and it’s both comforting and challenging.
Soon I hope I will manage to go back to yoga ( I have to say that the benzos made me incredibly weak- I had to drop my yoga teacher’s course because of some ‘mysterious’ body breakdown. Now I feel I am very untrained, but my body feels much better than in the past three years. I might get to trust it again!) and to do anything that’s some physical exercise.
I hope this post makes some sense. I am not hyped yet, nor am I doing great, but when I think about it there’s nothing to demonise. I simply feel out of loop and a bit whack. Counting the things that have actually changed, seeing that things like heart palpitation’s have eased, it all gives me some solid understanding about the process. I am counting the weeks and I am very happy I didn’t so far take any pills again to ease my situation. Here’s to being sober!
My Story - A Trip away from me « on: June 18, 2012, 08:55:57 am »
Hi. I’m a 27 yr old male from Vancouver B.C. I was 18 years old when I had a bad anxiety attack from smoking weed. I saw a psychiatrist who put me on 0.5mg of clonazapam. I was told to take it indefinatly. I got my life back…… for a while. I finished high school, went to work for a year, then went to university. All the while I began to drink more and more and more. I was drinking everyday and smoking weed, doing coke, and poping t 3’s. My life lead me down to a dark path. I was hanging around the wrong people and ended up having a tramatic event happen to me at the age of 20. My anxiety kicked it ten fold. I fell into a horrible depression. I quit the drugs but kept on drinking and taking benzo’s. Eventually my depression and anxiety sx got so bad I attempted suicide by taking a handful of asprins and 2 bottles of wine. I ended up in hospital, they pumped my stomach, and put me in the psychward. I couldn’t move or get out of bed for 2 months. I was given lithium, serequel and effexor. Eventually through alot of hard work I came back to life. I had to learn how to walk again and how to talk again. I went to rehab for 4 months and felt about 80% back to normal. I went back to school for a year. Then one day I got the idea that a drink or two wouldn’t kill me. I had one drink at my buddies cabin. By the next day I couldn’t stop. I drank around the clock for the next 3 months. I ended up back in rehab. This time though they cut off my benzo’s c/t. I ended up going insane. I lasted about a month or so then I slit my wriste, they immidiatly put me on an even higher dose of clonazapam then before. I was now on 1.5mg. Things were shaky after my failed c/t. I never felt right. I suffered from depression, dp/dr, anxiety, dizzyness, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thinking, and restlessness. I got involved in A.A. Everything was going smoothly. I was going to a meeting a day, volenteering, working here and there and going to therapy. However those sx’s lingered. No matter how hard I tried I just never felt right, I never felt I was getting any rewards for the work I was putting in.
FINALLY I talked to a therapist who informed me about benzodiazapeins. I was shocked. But at the same time my situation finnally made sence. I was suffering from benzo tolerance withdrawal! AND THE SOLUTION WAS TO GET OFF THESE MEDICATIONS!.
So thats exactly what I started to do. I found informatin on the net about how to withdrawl. I tried to follow the ashton manual but my tapper became very scattered. I would cut down from 1.5 to 1.2 then back up to 1.3 then down to 1.1 then up to 1.2 and on and on and on. My sx’s became unbearable. I could no longer leave my house. I locked myself in my room. I was in isolation 24/7. My mind started playing tricks on me. I had horrible depression, dp/dr, panic attacks, aggression, insane thoughts, I would think I was someone else, I didn’t know who I was, I lost my identy, I was suicidal, constently tried to figure out life, terrified of death, lost faith in my faith, my self, my life, life became pointless, I was utterly hopless.
I remember when the day when I went to a friend/adviser. She is an amzing person, someone who has overcome many many obsticals in her life and full of advise. I told her I could no longer go on. She kept telling me “don’t stop, don’t quit your taper, you’ve come so far” But to my regret I didn’t listen. I was taking to the psychward where they uped my dose. They put me on 2.5mg’s, a full mg over my original dose.
We all waited. My family, my friends, myself waited for me to feel better. But I never did. My sx’s never improved. I thought I was hopless before, now I knew I was hopless. I couldn’t come off benzo’s and couldn’t be on them. There was no way out. I was admited once again to the psych ward
I escaped the nut house 2 times, and staggered back to the arms of the secuirity gards a few house later drunk from alcohol I had stolen from the liquore store up the street. It must of been quite a sight to a guy in a hospital gounde with two bottles of wine running down the street.
When the psychiatrist got word of this he told me I had ran out of options. I was simply not getting any better. The only thing left to do was Electro Shock Therapy. The nurses brought me into a small room and showed me a video of the ‘miricals’ of E.C.T. I was more than horrified. When I told my parents, they came to get me immidiatly. Before I left I had to talk to the head of the psychiatry at the hospital. I clearly remember him telling me that I was a hopless case. Over and over he repeated these words to me “you don’t want to get well you want to die” those were is exact words and he repeated it about five times. I left his office in tears. For someone who is suicidal those arn’t exactly the words you want to hear.
I became a full time job. My parents, more than once, found suicide notes I had writen. Luckily they found me before I could do anything. They decided I couldn’t be alone so they constently watched over me. They got tired of doing this and sent me to a trusted family friends house. There I had to sign a contract saying that if I tried suicide or if I felt like it I would tell her.
Over the next 3 months I was admited to the psychiatric ward 8 times. Either for suicidal behavior or cutting my wriste. Eventually they stoped taking me. I will never ever be able to express the hell I felt at this time. I wanted to die. It was all I thought about. The pain was so over the top it was unbeleivable. I found out that it is absolutly impossible to discribe Hell.
I was sent to another facility for the severly mentally ill. I stayed the maximum lenghth of time and forced to leave. I tried 5 different anti depressents, 2 different mood stabalizers, and had my benzo’s switched, decreased, increased, you name it. I was given the diagnosis of major depression, bi polar, boarderline personality disorder, ptsd, and even scizophrenia. I started to hear voices and see things that were not there. The voices came on as a rare side effect of a medication. They stoped once I got off it.
During this time alot things happend. I got stories for days, it was just insane. There was a month were I ran drugs for a ‘friend’ in exchange for money and booze. I had an incident with a clint that had me pinned to the floor with a knife to my neak. All I remember was screaming at him to do it, but he never did. Another time I purposly drove my truck into a telephone pole going 70 km/h. I was completly unharmed. I often wondered how I managed to stay alive.
Eventually they put me on lithium which I must say is the best medication I have been on. It definatly stoped the suicidal thoughts.
I moved back to my parents place and was on the waiting list for a mental health and addictions center. Unfortuanatly I started to drink again. I have a history of alcoholism. I was on 60mg of valium a day along with effexor, serequel, and lithium.
I drank and drank and drank. I had six months to kill while I waited to get into this treatment center. During those six months I was sober only 3 times. And that was for days when I was so physically and mentally sick I feared I would have a heart attack. My weight went up to 260pds from 200pds only a year later. I had trouble breathing, constently sweated, and delerium tremers.
One night I had attempted to go out with some friends. It had been months since I had ventured out of my house. I got so drunk I made a fool of myself. My social skills were obviously out of wack. Everyone, including myself, had difficulty understanding me. I stole as much liquore as I could find and made my way home. I drank all that I could. I found a rope and made a noose. I hung it from the roof of my garage, wraped it around my neak, and jumped. I was so drunk that instead of hanging my head sliped out of the noose and I landed flat on my ass. I dusted myself off, drank some more and passed out.
My drinking continued on until finnaly a bed opened at the recovery center. I found out later that this was place were people were sent who were to sick to get into regular rehab centers. I remember calling alot of other rehabs and being told I was to unstable to be accepted. They said I was a danger to myself and others.
When I arrived at the treatment center I quickly found out that this is not so much of a treatment center than it is a mental hospital. The only remain insane assylm had shut down and alot of the patients were sent here. About half of the patients are scizophrenics. There is fights almost everyday, people trying to escape, and drug use almost every where you look. I often walked in the bathroom to find people shooting heroin. Many people smoked crack or meth in right in there rooms. People often talk to themselves. Cursing the voices in there head. The halls are narrow and the rooms small. We have small activities through out the day to keep us busy. Thats helped me out a lot with my benzo withdrawal.
I have gone from 60mg of valium to 16mg in 6 months. Its been far from easy. I have countless stories about the facility I’m in and the journey through this hell that I’ve been on.
I just hope that I can somehow someway find a way back to me.
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