International Coalition for Drug Awareness
A Group of physicians, researchers, Journalists and concerned citizens dedicated to educating about the dangers posed by many Rx medicines.
WHAT ARE THESE REPORTERS ON?!!!!! Ft. Lauderdale shooter thought the government was using mind control on him & he was right! Back in 1995, the editor of the Washington Post admitted that 45% of their reporters were on the first SSRI antidepressant, Prozac. This is a drug known to turn brain cells into corkscrew…
Cymbalta Lori Heitman I was on Cymbalta 90 mg for approximately 4 years. During this time I was also prescribed Temazepam for sleep and Xanax .05 prn for anxiety. I took everything as prescribed but was noticing side effects, such as ”brain zaps” after a late or missed dose. I knew something was wrong but…
Every month when I went to my doctor, my medication and dosage were changed. There was a point during the ten years that I realized the medication was making me sick, especially when I got lithium toxicity. My body was holding on to all fluid, I was bloated beyond recognition, my pupils were dilated (one more than the other), I started to get panicky and I had constant nausea and severe headaches along with other symptoms which alarmed my husband, and he called my doctor, who told me to stop taking the medication immediately.
Eleven years ago, I experienced some serious depression which I now
recognize was most likely postpartum depression, since it began following the
birth of my third child. The condition was serious enough to cause me to be
unable to function normally. After a visit to the doctor, I came home with a
prescription for Prozac, and this was the beginning of a ten-year nightmare.
Within the first few days, I began having hallucinations and hearing
voices, but had no relief from the depression. At my next appointment, the
doctor prescribed Paxil and Trazodone. Temporarily, it seemed to help with the
depression, but I was a zombie all of the time. I felt like I had a hangover
every morning.
I went to the Doc to see what’s wrong with me,
He turned out to be a pill-pusher MD,
As he reached for his pen with the drug name on it,
I said, “Stop right there, mon frer, I don’t want it!”
He said, “You must be crazy,” as I broke for the door,
Crashed into somebody, and landed on the floor,
With a slutty type of woman lookin’ down at me,
She had the names of different drugs displayed on her bikini.