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It’s been a road of ups and downs with Zoloft.
Gosh, I can’t believe the last time I wrote about my journey with Zoloft was back before Thanksgiving.
There is a lot to catch you up on.
I initially started out on 25 mg of Zoloft, increasing to a dosage of 50 mg after a week.
I felt really good those first few weeks. I could definitely tell a difference in myself.
It was as if I had a few extra seconds in which to decide whether or not to snap at my kids or my husband, rather than just automatically losing my temper. If that makes sense.
My mood and relationships improved. I wasn’t yelling at my kids at all. Or my husband!
Life was good.
I was due back at the psychiatrist after one month of being on the medication.
It was in that fourth week of taking Zoloft that I started to feel like I was backsliding a bit.
I felt like the wires inside my brain were frayed again. I wasn’t constantly yelling, but I had a few episodes where I felt I was reverting back to my old habits of uncontrollable temper flare-ups.
I was frustrated that my success with Zoloft was so short-lived, but relieved that I would be heading to my appointment soon.
At my appointment, I explained to my doctor exactly what I had observed…that the medicine had been working well, but then it decreased in its effectiveness during the past week.
She explained to me that, first of all, it was good that I felt the Zoloft was working in the beginning. That meant my body was responding well to it.
Her guess as to why it wasn’t working as well right now was that I needed to be on a higher dosage of it, in order to maintain the effectiveness of the initial dose.
So, she decided to move me up to 100 mg.
The higher dose worked better initially, but after two weeks I noticed I was having some “breakthrough anxiety.”
Out of the blue, I would have these moments of anxiety where I would feel my stomach twisting in knots and my mind unable to calm down.
That was annoying.
A month after being on 100 mg of Zoloft, I was back at the psychiatrist’s office. I told her about the anxiety, but I also told her that I had some external stressors in my life currently.
I had just found out my grandmother died on Christmas Eve (and I wasn’t told until almost two weeks later), plus I had an upcoming surgery to remove an ovarian cyst.
Perhaps they could have been causing the anxiety.
My doctor agreed that I should wait it out on this higher dose for another month to see if the anxiety went away.
Since having my surgery last Thursday, I really haven’t had much anxiety.
Maybe that was it?
I am going to stick with the 100 mg. of Zoloft for three more weeks and if I still am having these side effects, I will call my doctor to reevaluate the dosage.
The next step would be to lower the dosage to 75 mg.
And there you have it.
If I thought Zoloft was going to be a miracle cure, I was wrong.
There are side effects and a trial and error period where you try to get the dosage right.
I’m not giving up on it yet, but I do know that if it doesn’t work out, there are a bunch of other medicines that could be the right ones for me.
So the journey continues!
I will try to write more frequently about it, because the feedback I’ve received is that this is something more people want to hear about.
Oh and I went back and counted and this is Day 75…