You were feeling great! You decided to taper your antidepressant medication, did the Reset, reclaimed your body, took a red line marker to many of your former perspectives and beliefs on health, and you were loving all of the spiritual tropes parading across your Instagram feed, feeling super proud of the fact that you were at half your dose of Pristiq.
Then something shifted.
You binged on cookies, lost one, then two, then 8 days of meditation, and you had a potentially relationship-terminating “discussion” with your brother. Now you’re what you used to call depressed. Again. You tell yourself you were an imposter to think you could ever break free. You question all of your gains. You question your ability to get off of meds. And you question who you are. I don’t even know who I am or what I’m doing here! You sob. And you withdraw. You’ve had to let go of the rope, and now it’s whipping around in front of you behind a boat that’s getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
This is bad news right?
Not to me. In fact, during a taper process, if I do not share a tearful, even sob-inducing (the ugly, snotty kind of sobbing, not the sweet plaintiff kind) session with a patient coming off medication, I think, well, we haven’t even begun yet, have we....<<<Read The Full Article Here>>>...
