Suicidal Urges on Seroxat and Alcohol

“…if you mix alcohol and Seroxat you are playing a very dangerous game indeed.”

 

I found your site on Sunday morning after having taken approximately 60 20mg Seroxat tablets whilst under the influence of alcohol the night before. I must have known that it would not kill me, but I am writing to post my opinion that if you mix alcohol and Seroxat you are playing a very dangerous game indeed.

I cannot describe the relief when I found your site and realized that I have not been imagining things. Approximately 36 hours after taking the tablets I am still mildly nauseous, occasionally vomiting, and as yet unable to sleep properly, but these are all improving so I am going to sit tight, and then slowly wean myself of this disgusting drug. My tremor is so bad that I cannot leave my house because it would alarm people to look at me. I am a twitching trembling mess and feel so ashamed of myself. But because of this whole episode I found your website, and am glad to be given the opportunity not only to wake up and smell the coffee but also to share my story so far.

I was initially prescribed the drug around two years ago, stayed on it and was well for around nine months. I then stopped taking the drug with fairly disastrous effects and was put back on it in January of this year – this is where the problems have started. In thirty years I have never ever had any compulsion to harm myself until January. However about a month after going back on it whenever I drank alcohol I was overcome with the most incredible urge to kill myself, I cut my wrists several times. The drive to harm myself was very strong and when I had been drinking I would sit and plot how to kill myself, who would find me and so on.

I thought I was losing my mind, but again and again when I drank alcohol with Seroxat I became irrational, over-emotional, promiscuous, aggressive and rarely had any memory of what had gone on the night before. It is a measure of how wonderful my friends and family are that they are all still with me after these six long months. I was beaten up in a nightclub and another time rescued by the police whilst having a conversation in the street with a notorious pimp and crack dealer. I am aware with my 20-20 vision in hindsight that I should have stopped drinking whilst on this drug.

Saturday night was my graduation dinner, the culmination of five long years of studying. I had a fabulous evening with my friends. I have a loving and supportive family. I currently have no symptoms of depression. I have a fantastic job lined up and am so excited about my future. Why would I then come home and take an overdose? Please be careful with this drug, and never EVER mix it with alcohol. I consider myself so lucky to have found this out before I lost my life, please don’t risk yours as well.

Please feel free to email me, I would love to hear from you, EG

Elaine Gibney
sickfromseroxat@hotmail.com

 

6/24/2002

This is Survivor Story number 20.
Total number of stories in current database is 48

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Effexor gave me the urge to take my life.

“Anybody who says Effexor is not dangerous is lying”

 

I am 36 years old with 2 children. Last year was a traumatic year, splitting up with my children’s father, losing a baby, working 46 hours per week and starting another relationship with mentally cruel man. In September my doctor put me on Effexor 75mg for depression, which started me on a downward spiral with hideous side effects.

Anybody who says Effexor is not dangerous is lying. After 2 months on the drug, I stuck a hose to my exhaust pipe of my car, took 2 sleeping tablets so I would not wake up and get out, and went to sleep. EIGHT hours later I awoke, and drove home dejected and angry. All of this was on 300mg of Effexor. I plummeted even further, slashing my wrists over 100 times, and never once did I miss a dose.

I was sleeping approx 4 hours per night, put on 10 kilos with no real change in my diet and the brain zaps were very real. I decided to wean myself off the tablets against my doctors advise, and had the worst week of my life. Fast-forward to now 6 weeks later, and I truly believe Effexor gave me the urge to take my life. I feel fantastic, in control and nearly normal. I no longer plot my death or have the urge to cut. The only thing I can thank Effexor for is sorting out my true friends in this world. My suicide attempts were very serious ones, not telling anybody beforehand and by all accounts I should be dead. If it were not for unleaded petrol, I would be. The difference is, it would not be from suicide, it would have been from Effexor.

 

2/9/2002

This is Survivor Story number 43.
Total number of stories in current database is 48

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