Cymbalta

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 did not know how to go about getting off Cymbalta.
In June 2008 my son found me unconscious on the kitchen floor, with a suicide note at my side. He called 911, but hid the suicide note. This was the start of a 15 day nightmare in the local hospital’s ICU. I was not breathing on arrival & had to be put on a ventilator for two days minimum. From here the details are not clear to me. The hospital called in an addiction specialist, I believe they did a rapid detox with Ativan. This only made me sicker. I was still in the ICU, suffering from extreme hallucinations while i was getting visited from friends and family. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I was told that on several accounts that my requests for basic needs were denied because I was ”crazy”. When they finally got me off Ativan, I was sent to the psychiatric floor for approximately 36 hours. Upon my release the psychiatrist told me to go home and continue on the medication. The same medication which they had detoxed me for only I knew better and now am completely drug free and have never felt better. I have since tried to get answers about my ordeal, but haave hit a brick wall. Several doctors have told me to forget about it, one local psychiatrist even told me that I should let him hypnotize me so i would forget about the whole ordeal. I would just like my story to be documented in hopes that it might prevent someone else from going through such a horrible ordeal.

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Leslie Judd’s Story – post-partum depression – Prozac, Paxil and Trazodone

Leslie Judd’s Story

My name is Leslie Judd and I appreciate the opportunity to tell you my story. I recently had a major life change which came about because of information that was passed on to me by Young Living Essential Oils.

Eleven years ago, I experienced some serious depression which I now recognize was most likely post-partum 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.

With Paxil and all of the anti-depressants I took from then on, I had what is called a withdrawal or “wear-off” effect, which means that my body soon adjusted to the new dosage and then I would need a higher dosage. Symptoms of this effect were electrical sensations throughout my body, shudders and whoosh sound with every move. Also, a trailing feeling when I moved or turned my head. This increased until the doctor would change my medication and I would begin the cycle again. I began fluctuating between depression and hypomania.

The therapist I started seeing referred me to a psychiatrist, who put me on a fairly low dose of Zoloft. My initial diagnosis was Major Depressive Disorder, but soon became Dysthymia, or severe mood disorder. After trying different antidepressants, like Effexor, Serzone (now off the market due to the fact that it causes liver failure) and Wellbutrin, all of which gave only temporary relief, she decided to try lithium because my symptoms had become like that of a bipolar patient. So now the diagnosis had become Bipolar II Disorder.

Next, the doctor decided to experiment with different types of drugs such as anti-seizure medications (such as Topamax, Depakote, Lamictal and Neurotin) and anti-psychotics (such as Risperdal, Sroquel, and Zyprexa), which caused me to have a multitude of other side-effects such as tremors, visual disturbances, anxiety and nervous problems for which I was prescribed benzodiazepines. Guess what? I became even more depressed and I was more ill than I had ever been before in my life.

The inherent back problem I have had since I was a teenager was now getting worse. The medications decreased my pain tolerance. I developed fibromyalgia. I became obsessed with illness and with pain. I gained an excessive amount of weight. I also began behaving impulsively, lost interest in relationships and developed social phobias such as agoraphobia (fear of public places, not wanting to leave home). I would panic in crowds, break out in a sweat, and collapse in terror.

I could not feel joy or affection, and didn’t want anyone to touch me. I became obsessed with death. Sometimes, I cried uncontrollably without knowing why. I felt like I was a burden to everybody. I spoke with slurred speech, couldn’t find words and had loss of memory. The tremors became so severe that I could no longer write a check or sign my name. This only led to more anti-social behavior and self isolation.

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.

This stopped the toxicity from progressing, but the immediate withdrawal caused me to crash into an even deeper depression. More medication, without relief. More suicidal ideation. Alcohol binges.

When I was released and came home, I was worse than ever. I was having hallucinations. I shook uncontrollably, which was actually a side effect of anti-seizure medications, and I had to move my legs constantly. My eyes were dead and I had absolutely no energy and no desire to do anything. I felt empty. My family rallied to get me back on my feet and friends brought dinner to help out. It was as if I was seeing things from outside of my body, but I actually remember very little from this time period.

An attempted suicide made for my second hospital stay, where I was humiliated in front of other patients by psychiatric techs, after which I made another attempt to end my life while I was still in the hospital. To get out of the hospital, I lied by telling them I felt better. Eight days later, I went home on new drugs.

After two weeks at home, I was back in the hospital for another eight days. I was so out of it. I felt like I was in a vacuum. I did things contrary to my nature, not even thinking of the consequences. Nothing mattered. On leaving the hospital following my third stay, I was told that my diagnosis was Bipolar II, Panic and Anxiety Disorder, PRSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), and Borderline Personality Disorder with psychotic episodes. It seemed that I would just get worse and never be well again.

Back home, my family searched for answers. Our good friends, Brian and Barb Kuckuck, went to a Young Living convention in California and returned with help — an audio tape and a book by Ann Blake-Tracy.

The tape opened our eyes to the destruction that these drugs can cause in people’s lives. Today, I know that I have a disposition towards depression, but I am not bipolar. I am not psychotic and I do not have a borderline personality disorder. My mental and physical disorders were caused primarily by the medication I was given by my doctors. I lost ten years of my life.

I followed Ann Blake-Tracy’s guidelines for tapering off of the medication and I have been using the Cortistop and other YL supplements as well as essential oils, particularly Valor, Clarity and Peace and Calming, without which I know it would have been much more difficult to break free from the drugs. The weaning process can last up to two years, but it is worth it.

Today, I have been completely free of my medications for five months. Although I still have some residual side effects, I am living my life again and enjoying it. I thank Young Living and Ann Blake-Tracy for making me aware, I thank my husband and children for their untiring love and patience, thanks to my family for their persistence and love in searching for something to help. I appreciate my friends, who were there for me even though I didn’t know it and I especially thank my faith for giving me the strength and courage to succeed.

For more information on the essential oils discussed here, see Ann Blake-Tracy’s book, Prozac, Panacea or Pandora? – Our Serotonin Nightmare and her tape or CD entitled, “Help! I Can’t Get Off My Antidepressant”. You can order these by calling 1-.

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My 10 Year Antidepressant-induced Nightmare Trip Into Hell

My name is Leslie Judd and I appreciate the opportunity to tell you my
story. I recently had a major life change which came about because of
information from Dr. Ann Blake-Tracy that was passed on to me by Young Living
Essential Oils.

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.

With Paxil and all of the anti-depressants I took from then on, I had what
is called a withdrawal or “wear-off” effect, which means that my body soon
adjusted to the new dosage and then I would need a higher dosage. Symptoms
of this effect were electrical sensations throughout my body, shudders and
whoosh sound with every move. Also, a trailing feeling when I moved or
turned my head. This increased until the doctor would change my medication and
I would begin the cycle again. I began fluctuating between depression and
hypomania.

The therapist I started seeing referred me to a psychiatrist, who put me on
a fairly low dose of Zoloft. My initial diagnosis was Major Depressive
Disorder, but soon became Dysthymia, or severe mood disorder. After trying
different antidepressants, like Effexor, Serzone (now off the market due to
the fact that it causes liver failure) and Wellbutrin, all of which gave only
temporary relief, she decided to try lithium because my symptoms had
become like that of a bipolar patient. So now the diagnosis had become Bipolar
II Disorder.

Next, the doctor decided to experiment with different types of drugs such
as anti-seizure medications (such as Topamax, Depakote, Lamictal and
Neurotin) and anti-psychotics (such as Risperdal, Sroquel, and Zyprexa), which
caused me to have a multitude of other side-effects such as tremors, visual
disturbances, anxiety and nervous problems for which I was prescribed
benzodiazepines.

Guess what? I became even more depressed and I was more ill than I had ever
been before in my life.

The inherent back problem I have had since I was a teenager was now getting
worse. The medications decreased my pain tolerance. I developed
fibromyalgia. I became obsessed with illness and with pain. I gained an excessive
amount of weight. I also began behaving impulsively, lost interest in
relationships and developed social phobias such as agoraphobia (fear of public
places, not wanting to leave home). I would panic in crowds, break out in a
sweat, and collapse in terror.

I could not feel joy or affection, and didn’t want anyone to touch me. I
became obsessed with death. Sometimes, I cried uncontrollably without knowing
why. I felt like I was a burden to everybody. I spoke with slurred speech,
couldn’t find words and had loss of memory. The tremors became so severe
that I could no longer write a check or sign my name. This only led to more
anti-social behavior and self isolation.

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.

This stopped the toxicity from progressing, but the immediate withdrawal
caused me to crash into an even deeper depression. More medication, without
relief. More suicidal ideation. Alcohol binges.

When I was released and came home, I was worse than ever. I was having
hallucinations. I shook uncontrollably, which was actually a side effect of
anti-seizure medications, and I had to move my legs constantly. My eyes were
dead and I had absolutely no energy and no desire to do anything. I felt
empty. My family rallied to get me back on my feet and friends brought dinner
to help out. It was as if I was seeing things from outside of my body, but
I actually remember very little from this time period.

An attempted suicide made for my second hospital stay, where I was
humiliated in front of other patients by psychiatric techs, after which I made
another attempt to end my life while I was still in the hospital. To get out of
the hospital, I lied by telling them I felt better. Eight days later, I
went home on new drugs.

After two weeks at home, I was back in the hospital for another eight days.
I was so out of it. I felt like I was in a vacuum. I did things contrary
to my nature, not even thinking of the consequences. Nothing mattered. On
leaving the hospital following my third stay, I was told that my diagnosis
was Bipolar II, Panic and Anxiety Disorder, PRSD (post-traumatic stress
disorder), and Borderline Personality Disorder with psychotic episodes. It
seemed that I would just get worse and never be well again.

Back home, my family searched for answers. Our good friends, Brian and Barb
Kuckuck, went to a Young Living convention in California and returned with
help — an audio tape and a book by Ann Blake-Tracy.

The tape opened our eyes to the destruction that these drugs can cause in
people’s lives. Today, I know that I have a disposition towards depression,
but I am not Bipolar. I am not psychotic and I do not have a Borderline
Personality Disorder. My mental and physical disorders were caused primarily
by the medication I was given by my doctors.

I lost ten years of my life.

I followed Ann Blake-Tracy’s guidelines for tapering off of the medication and I
have been using the Cortistop and other YL supplements as well as essential
oils, particularly Valor, Clarity and Peace and Calming, without which I
know it would have been much more difficult to break free from the drugs.
The weaning process can last up to two years, but it is worth it.

Today, I have been completely free of my medications for five months.
Although I still have some residual side effects, I am living my life again and
enjoying it. I thank Young Living and Ann Blake-Tracy for making me
aware, I thank my husband and children for their untiring love and patience,
thanks to my family for their persistence and love in searching for
something to help. I appreciate my friends, who were there for me even though I
didn’t know it and I especially thank my faith for giving me the strength and
courage to succeed.

Leslie Judd

[For more information on the Young Living essential oils discussed here, Link

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Get Off the Pharm – Written & Performed by Phil Garrison

Thursday, 18 December 2008

“Get Off the Pharm”

Sent to us by Pharmacy student Phil Garrison after taking a class where the book Prozac: Panacea or Pandora? by Ann Blake-Tracy, with an astounding 21 pages of references to medical research in the back, was required reading. Link to 2014 issue at half price: https://store.drugawareness.org/product/prozac-panacea-or-pandora-our-serotonin-nightmare-2014-ebook-download/

We are sure you will absolutely love this as much as we do!!!! I can still visualize the new drug rep he sings of in the bright yellow bikini with the names of the drugs all over it!!! LOL!!!

Please share and spread Phil’s message! In doing so we may be able to finally cut the extremely high rate of adverse reactions among medical personnel – doctors, nurses, pre-med students, etc.

Written & Performed by Phil Garrison of Five Branches University

(c) 2008
Two versions of a rap I did back in 2008 for my Pharmacology class at Five Branches University.

Lyrics (c) 2008 Philip G. Garrison
Produced by Philip G. Garrison

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Get Off the Pharm

lyrics: (c) 2008 Philip G. Garrison

Five Branches

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anches.edu/

my other musical projects

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1st Verse

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.

She said, “Hey Doc, I was hopin’ you were free,

‘Cause I’m the new Rep’ from the drug company.”

I thought, “Damn…this has gone too far,”

As I raced out the door and hoped into my car.

Turned on the radio, tryin’ to catch the news,

But…all that did was just give me the blues.

With a story of a mom who killed her whole fami-ly,

(While) she was on the same drug the Doc had tried to give me.

An S-S-R-I that made her crazy in the head,

Like Eric Harris was takin’ when he shot those kids dead.

So before you take a drug that might mess up your dome,

Think about Columbine and Google serotonin syndrome,

The human brain is more than just a chemistry lab,

‘n’ drugs can cause hallucinations like an LSD tab.

But drugs are big business in the U-S-A,

So they try to push ’em on you even if you’re okay.

2nd Verse

Before we get into hardcore pharmacology,

Let me break down some terminology…

An agonist is a drug with a response that may be

An increase or decrease in cellular activity,

(But) this all depends on the receptors it binds to,

Receptors all do different things: let me remind you.

Antagonists still bind, but their job is opposite,

Nothing can bind to the receptor where they sit

Efficacy is the degree of maximal effect,

Like…how hard a person tries to earn your respect.

Potency is similar but with a slightly different bent,

The amount of drug needed to produce a response of fifty-percent.

I went…to the pharmacology class,

Chillin’ out at school with my man Chris Ras.

The subject is vast–and requires concentration…

Like the Henderson-Hasselbalch equation,

Like Beta-2 receptors cause broncho-dilation,

If you give epinephrine to a member of the population.

And Beta-1 causes heart rate to get tachy,

‘Cause your body responds like you’re under attack, see?

And while we’re on the subject, one last thing I’d like to mention,

Beta blockers are the drugs often used for hypertension.

And if you’re unclear about how they work,

It’s like being stuck in line, while some big fat jerk,

Ties up the on-ly available cashier,

You don’t get the simile, let me make it more clear:

The cashier is the receptor and the jerk is the drug,

And my rhyme’s so tight, you might say it’s snug.

3rd Verse

I rock from A-to-Z: from Advair to Zocor,

Even though I pass on Flomax, I still flow more,

Than a river, non-toxic to your liver,

My delivery’s so cold it makes a polar bear shiver.

Don’t ingest Celebrex–I wrecks ill text,

You must hit the Prednisone, ’cause you look all vexed,

Whack cats sleep on this, like they’re dosed on Ambien,

Real heads peep on this, ’cause they know I came to win.

(If) MCs step I leave ’em dead like IV’s of Levophed

My rhyme’s like Oxycontin, many fools addict-ed.

I come harder than a senior on a dose of Viagra,

Take on drug companies, watch ’em fall like Niagra.

Just hit you with the facts, illest rapper on wax,

Val-i-um and Xa-nex try to help you relax,

But…trouble comes when it’s time for cessation,

Symptoms like anxiety, insomnia, and agitation.

You know how they roll, they say, “Take your medication,”

In every doctors office, in this medicated nation,

You’re probably better off just to take a vacation,

Or find another way to reach a state of elation.

Vaccination is a controversial topic we’ve discussed,

Many Doctors these days make you think they’re a must,

But your child’s life depends on in whom you place your trust,

That’s why I educate with the rhymes I bust.

Verse 4

Many people in our country have some type of chronic pain,

While it is their loss, it’s the drug companies gain,

They got: codeine, and morphine, and Vicodin too,

And depending on the pain, one of these drugs they’ll sell you.

Or…they might try an NSAID instead,

‘Till you pass black stools, ’cause you upper GI bled,

They inhibit prostaglandins, thus reducing inflammation,

But injure the GI and decrease platellete aggregation.

Cortio-steroids also work for many types inflammation,

Decrease of immunity is an important consideration,

A course of just 10 days, will suppress it for a year,

So if you have an infection, yell it in the doctor’s ear.

If you’re scheduled for surgery, you better tell them too,

‘Cause if you catch an infection, man, you might be through,

Inhibition of phagocytosis by neutrophils is serious

Cushing’s syndrome and psychosis: side-effects you might experience.

Heart disease is a cause of many deaths per year,

So drug companies try to use this fear,

If cholesterol is high, they want to put you on Statins,

But the ones who benefit are the ones who own the patents.

People need more education and nutrition advice,

Improper intake of food is a national vice,

So before you’re on a drug that makes you pay the price,

Change your life-style and diet, no need to think twice.

Digitoxin is a heart-drug from the foxglove plant,

For Congestive Heart Failure when you start pant,

Lasix helps water retention: another a goal of therapy,

As is improvement of cardiac contractility.

They work by inhibition of the Na-K pump,

But they still have side-effects so you still might crump,

‘Cause they mess with the way that your heart goes thump,

Better save yourself now and take that junk-food to the dump.

5th Verse

By now I hope you’ve learned just a little bit more,

About the nature of the game, I came to settle the score,

Anti-biotics that you’re on, create microbial war

You could become a casualty, without knowing what for.

Do your research, wake up, and make a choice for your health,

‘Cause the person you save — just might be yourself,

Don’t spend another dollar of your hard earned wealth,

For another empty vial on the medicine shelf.

You might think I’m a cynic for the rhymes I drop,

I’m just givin’ you the facts, and I just don’t stop,

Now you know who’s the master of medical hip-hop,

Rock mics skill-fully, when I flip I never flop.

You must be a sheep, if you’re still on the pharm,

I tried to liberate your mind, and reveal potential harm,

I guess maybe you’re just in a pharmaceutical haze,

Like the latest drug craze, I leave you all in a daze.

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Hallucinations on Cozar

“If I waited 2 more weeks my mother would be dead.”

 

My Mom was put on the drug Cozar for high blood pressure after being on Lopressor successfully for year. Cozar sent her into hallucinations both hearing things and seeing things, and it also caused a rapid heartbeat and sent her into seizures. Now, she has to take Dilantin for it. It was only after asking Rite Aide drug store chain to send me all the adverse side effects on this drug that I found same case scenarios as to what happened to my Mother. I told her Doctor about what happened, and she said, “Well it sometimes takes a couple of weeks for the body to adjust.” If I had waited two more weeks my mother would be dead. Now needless to say, we fired her doctor and found an alternative medicine doctor. Please tell everyone–Cozar is very dangerous!

Thanks

Eric Bradway
elbradway@erols.com

Years 2000 and Prior

This is Survivor Story number 47.
Total number of stories in current database is 96

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