I learned something important during my bout with psychotic depression: Lexapro is the antichrist.
OK, maybe that’s not fair. Maybe you have ADHD and Lexapro treats you just fine. But for me, it was a complete disaster. I spent most of March and all of April sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. I’d say that it made me a zombie, except that zombies at least are motivated to eat brains. I wouldn’t have been motivated to eat anything except the damn drug made me crave carbs. As it was, making myself go to the store to buy frozen food, and then making myself put it in the microwave, was agonizingly difficult. All this while on 70 mgs of Vyvanse.
Anyway, that’s my excuse for not blogging in forever. I hope to be back soon, but in the mean time, I’ll be keeping a blog of my experiences with Lamictal (lamotrigine). It’s one of those drugs that can be great for treatment-resistant depression, as long as you titrate up slowly and avoid The Dreaded Rash. Since so many other meds have been disastrous for me, I’m keeping a diary of my moods, cognition, attention, etc, as well as any side effects I experience. It’s called The Lamictal Diaries. See you there.