A long-time member here, but I haven't been on in quite a while. I'm looking for a little feedback/advice on my current situation:
For well over a decade, I have been on a combination of Wellbutrin (bupropion) and Celexa (citalopram), which has more or less been working, depending on how you define "work". Late November my PCP has taken me off the Celexa, in order for me to take hydroxyzine for anxiety (drug interaction). I thought I was doing pretty well, since it has been a couple of months now, but just in the past couple of weeks I have been doing a lot of crying. Before, it was very difficult for me to cry at all. Little things will remind me of lost loved ones, or other triggers, and I'll well up with tears and go into a crying jag. A couple of days ago I was crying to the point of me literally collapsing. It's all too much for me.
So now I'm wondering if I should be back on the Celexa, or perhaps start a new med. I was prescribed the hydroxyzine for anxiety, at my request, so that I would not longer be on benzodiazepenes. I don't know which way to turn.
If anyone has had similar experiences, or would simply like to chime in, I'd like to hear from you. I'm unable to see a psychiatrist/psychologist because of insurance, so my PCP has just been prescribing the meds that I was already on before I started seeing him. It's only because of the interaction between Celexa and hydroxyzine that I have made this change.
If you've read this far, thank you for taking the time. I appreciate any feedback.
Daniel in Tulsa
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