Okay, quick apology here. I've never found it terribly interesting before to read about other people going on medication, so I feel a little silly putting it here. That said, now that I'm in th thick of it, reading about others experiences online (like this account) has been very helpful. So, if you're like me in a normal state of mind, and find these accounts rather uninteresting, just skip this post and others like it, please.
The world is a very strange place today.
Given that I've been a bit under the weather, I spent a good bit of yesterday resting or doing something fairly inactive at home. (The exception was a full tilt basketball practice at 2, but other than that, it was a pretty restful day...) I think this might explain a bit of why I wasn't getting the most restful sleep last night, but after taking my first dose of generic Celexa at about 12:45, I went to bed. I had fairly odd dreams, if you could call them that. Many times I felt as though I was awake, and I was fairly aware that I was in bed and trying to sleep, but I was sort of envisioning lots of thoughts and concepts, each written on something like a plastic shard or a chunk of ice, all grinding against each other like some kind of mental Arctic sea. My point here isn't to be somehow profound, but just that there was some weird mess going on upstairs.
I woke up at about 6:20, rather awake, but not really ready to get up, and eventually fell back asleep and got what felt more like real sleep for the next four hours or so. Upon waking up, I felt a little like I'd taken an antihistamine, but other than that, just a little tired.
It's now just past noon, and things have definitely, gone, well, odd. In addition to the general antihistamine spaciness, I'm also getting a bit of the feeling I had when I was on the opiate pain reliever Roxicodine after my shoulder surgery. I don't really have a desire to do much of anything, including eating, going outside, reading stuff online, or anything I'd normally be up for. So I've been just kind of lying around staring at the ceiling with a confused look on my face. In many ways, it's not too different than being depressed, except that instead of having a desire to just shut out the world and anything negative associated with it, I'm just feeling very confused.
Apparently, this isn't terribly unusual on the first day or two, as the body's seratonin levels adjust to the new medication. In fact, one online medical site says to start with half doses the first couple of days to work into it. NOW they tell me... My mother also mentioned this morning that she generally reacts more strongly to most medications than most people, and I think that's true for me, so I may decide to scale back after a bit.
Therapy tomorrow, which should help, and I imagine things will start to be a bit more normal after a while. Hoping for the best, here.