I'm beginning to feel like no one on here has had a detox/recovery experience similar to mine, and I'm beginning to wonder if there is something wrong with me. When I first stopped the Vicodin c/t, I had loads of anxiety, panic attacks and restlessness. In fact, in the first few days I had so much nervous energy that I got up every day (after, like, no sleep) got dressed, got out, and got a ton of things done. I spring-cleaned my entire house- re-arranging closets, organizing, etc. Mind you, I did not feel good, I just felt manic. I also felt like I couldn't breathe; I felt like I had to make a conscious effort to inhale and exhale. On the second day, I actually drove myself to the ER at 5 am, scared to death with palpitations and panic and dehydration, where they first gave me Ativan.
I never felt like I had the flu, I never had a runny nose, sneezing, restless legs, diarrhea-- nothing like that.
Now, 82 days later, I am still struggling. The depression is unbelievable. I find no pleasure in anything. I am devoid of any kind of optimism or enthusiasm. I am like this empty shell...just going through the motions...every day is like the one before. You know how you feel when you get your heart broken-- like you could win the lottery and it would mean nothing to you? I feel like that every day. I can barely get out of bed in the morning. I should get an Oscar for my performance in the workplace and in the presence of friends and family.
I have done everything imaginable to try to move forward: I go the gym and workout heavy 3 days a week, I push myself to do things, to reach out to people. I take every nutritional supplement ever purported to treat depression and improve well-being.
But I can't get out of this dark freakin' hole. I told myself I wouldn't do it-- but I'm starting an antidepressant next week (Welbutrin). I have got to get happy, dammit!