In an effort to kick my co-dependency to meds, I have decided to give up one of my anti-depressants and Xanax.
I have been on anti-depressants since senior year of high school. For the longest time I was on only one, but a second was added to my daily “treatment” two years ago. Since I’ve been feeling good and my psychiatrist has agreed with me that perhaps giving up one of them might be OK, I’ve been slowly cutting down my dosage so I can eventually be completely rid of it. He warned me that there would be withdrawals symptoms, but if I stuck to his plan of “slowly, but surely” we could keep those symptoms to a minimum.
A few days after I started to wean myself off my anti-depressant, I decided to give up Xanax, too. I did not run this by my psychiatrist, because that would mean admitting to him that my reason for wanting to give it the boot is because I’d been taking more than I should in the last couple months, instead of the intended “as needed basis.”
As one who rarely sees shades of grey and is very black and white in my thoughts in behavior, I decided to give up Xanax cold turkey. Bad idea. Actually, to be more direct: worst fucking idea I’ve had yet.