paxil_induced_bitchiness j_blue somebody has had to have had experience with it, besides me of course 010118 ... Thyartshallshant I dunno, but i just started takin the stuff today... i keep ya posted. 010118 ... silentbob i knew a girl who was on it while i knew her. she said it made her hyper and less depressed and really clouded her judgement. a lot of times shed say "its just the paxil talking" 010118 ... Thyartshallshant Well, thats exciting news. 010118 ... daxle see, it's already started 010118 ... florescent light I took it for a week or two. It caused insomnia. It also caused extreme fatigue. Falling asleep in my classes. Felt like I was drunk. Disorientated. Couldn't think. Couldn't walk straight. Stopped taking it. Couldn't Fuction. Still have the remains of my perscription in my room, I can mail it to you if anyone wants. Paxil can be taken for Depression, Social Anxiety Disorder, and Obscessive Compulsive Disorder. I can tell you how to take it. 010307 ... nocturnal I KNEW IT! Paxil's just an alcohol pill, isn't it? Is it really that bad? I'm just curious, I don't know anyone that's ever taken that and I've always wanted to know if it really is just like an alcohol pill, cuz that can't be all bad. 010307 ... mmm i've been takin it for about 4 months, it's given me a hand tremor, i'm sleeping less, i was pukin for the firt couple weeks i was on it and it doesn't always help..... somedays i need some thing more 010326 ... sage one this I don't say in sadness but maybe just in a dark instance which masks itself as reality though it is merely perspective i know though try telling me that in the moment sometimes there is nothing which can save you no sound or presence when all you seek is intervention or distraction or recognition sometimes I'm so destructive and I really need a mother or a friend or someone to pull me from walking straight into traffic because out of apathy or blunted hope I'll walk the streets and just ask for it I have to write but I'm tired of thinking you know what I mean though? sometimes I wonder what would happen if no one tried I wonder if I would cease to exist would I? I think in many ways we tie ourselves into things we love as a way to allow others to keep tabs on us if I didn't report to work tomorrow someone would call is that love? if he doesn't report in to me tonite is that lack of love? and if he can actually live the rest of his life without me then did he ever define me? because there were times, oh god where there ever times when only he defined me i didn't always have this much to smile about there were times... let me tell you a story the day it came together and came undone at the same time it was the end of me and the start of us and the end of blue and the changing of shades and i was born I wore this long dress, khaki and sleeveless and I wore these white sandals and I swear the way I dragged my feet I walked like a duck and he came to pick me up and take me to the mall for that is where I wanted to be so I wouldn't feel like such a space cadet I'd been crying, and something about the breeze that day and he came by and took me by the hand he told me I looked frazzled and bewildered wild eyes, he said I had wild eyes and it was the day I stopped taking it the paxil it wasn't until the end of the day that I really realized the effects of the calm the way the antidepressents had robbed me of my soul and my emotions returned and creeped back the first day without them was shaky I didn't even have my legs to support me my whole sense of self, and balance even was shaken by the steady supply of dopamaine and he became that support I needed none of that you are my prozac bulshit but you are my friend and that's what he was then and he told me I was wild eyed and beautiful and I guess maybe compared to the mall rats anything is and he said compared to the sun to the sun to the sun and we tried on dresses no this was before he wore dresses (he wore my blue dress all the time. my cinderella baby blue dress, made him pretty he said and i smiled) and he loved to shop even then and i trusted his eyes even then and that was 3 years ago almost to the day and we would mention that day and never anything else about the day except for the blueberries yes i had asked for blueberries and we had stopped at a market and i ate them all one by one all of those little blue fucking berries and i eat them still and he isn't here and I don't take little blue pills anymore and how it all ties in together makes me wonder why they don't make the happy pills pink and why blueberries are so sweet sometimes when they're big and fat and plumb and i miss him damn it and blueberries and those eyes I trust anyway... just a thought, you'll miss your blueberries too... 010326 ... lost i took some just to see what it was like. to tell the truth it made me depressed but i wasnt depressed or anything when i took it. i wish i had some now. maybe it could help. 010730 ... unhinged . 171121 what's it to you? who go blather from