MaggieD
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When most of us think of PTSD, what do we think of? Soldiers. First thought. I’d just like to remind people that PTSD is by no means related just to combat and serving in combat zones.
It can be caused by a serious automobile accident, an assault, a near-death experience, a house fire, divorce, death of a loved one...myriad events that impact our sense of well being. And, naturally, there are differing degrees of PTSD.
My doc explained it to me. He diagnosed me with it about six months ago. Some of you know what brought it on, but that’s not important. I’m sure it effects everyone differently. In my case, it was absolutely relentless self-talk. Hashing, rehashing, shoulda woulda coulda thoughts that simply would not shut up. A high level of anxiety... a sense of dread... colored my entire world.
Until I told my doctor I couldn’t STAND it anymore.
He prescribed Xanax. Self-administered. A half pill any time those thoughts took over for more than thirty minutes. I probably took two half pills a day when I wasn’t busy. Busy? Brain occupied? No problem. Quiet, relaxing (joke), alone? Wham! All that destructive self talk that made me miserable.
Xanax took that all away within 15 minutes. I thought of it as a reboot. It only lasts about four hours, but after it wore off? I was fine for a long time after. Not tired, not effected in any other way. Just stopped the mental masturbating that had become my life.
I am very well aware that Xanax is an often abused drug. But it is also a miracle worker when used as intended... or at least it was for me. My doc gave me one nonrefillable prescription for 30 tablets and refilled it for me once. I have plenty left. I don’t take it anymore. Don’t need it.
Interestingly enough, the doctor told me I could expect my particular PTSD to linger for about six months. I stopped using it after five... and needed it less and less often as time went on.
So why am I posting this? Because real anxiety is a terrible affliction. It colors one’s world black. For those who have it? The world is a hopeless place. Know someone? Are that someone? Talk to your doc. Your life can change virtually overnight. Maybe not with the medicine I took... but there is help out there.
I hope this isn’t violating any rules. It is only meant to describe my successful experience with it. And to let others know there’s help out there...
It can be caused by a serious automobile accident, an assault, a near-death experience, a house fire, divorce, death of a loved one...myriad events that impact our sense of well being. And, naturally, there are differing degrees of PTSD.
My doc explained it to me. He diagnosed me with it about six months ago. Some of you know what brought it on, but that’s not important. I’m sure it effects everyone differently. In my case, it was absolutely relentless self-talk. Hashing, rehashing, shoulda woulda coulda thoughts that simply would not shut up. A high level of anxiety... a sense of dread... colored my entire world.
Until I told my doctor I couldn’t STAND it anymore.
He prescribed Xanax. Self-administered. A half pill any time those thoughts took over for more than thirty minutes. I probably took two half pills a day when I wasn’t busy. Busy? Brain occupied? No problem. Quiet, relaxing (joke), alone? Wham! All that destructive self talk that made me miserable.
Xanax took that all away within 15 minutes. I thought of it as a reboot. It only lasts about four hours, but after it wore off? I was fine for a long time after. Not tired, not effected in any other way. Just stopped the mental masturbating that had become my life.
I am very well aware that Xanax is an often abused drug. But it is also a miracle worker when used as intended... or at least it was for me. My doc gave me one nonrefillable prescription for 30 tablets and refilled it for me once. I have plenty left. I don’t take it anymore. Don’t need it.
Interestingly enough, the doctor told me I could expect my particular PTSD to linger for about six months. I stopped using it after five... and needed it less and less often as time went on.
So why am I posting this? Because real anxiety is a terrible affliction. It colors one’s world black. For those who have it? The world is a hopeless place. Know someone? Are that someone? Talk to your doc. Your life can change virtually overnight. Maybe not with the medicine I took... but there is help out there.
I hope this isn’t violating any rules. It is only meant to describe my successful experience with it. And to let others know there’s help out there...