I was fine off of my meds for three months.....was fine and doubting my diagnosis of Bipolar and asked for a re-eval since the only time I remember going manic was due to the medication. I do not want to be yelled at by the Bipolar people so I decided not to post this there. They can be so brutal to people who go off of their meds I don't want to face the harsh I told you sos......SO I listened to my pdoc and went back on the wellbutrin for medication maitenece purposes.....I did not get the attention I needed from the PDOC. She didn't want to deal with my doubts.....when I told her I felt fat and ugly and that I lost my libido and questioned medication she immediately ssid if I been off of it for three months it's time to stop saying it's the meds.....She told me she was afraid I would crash not on the wellbutrin....and what did I end up doing.....Crashing....I took one wellbutrin because I felt winky and instead of making me better it made me worse. Suicidal ideations crept in. I began to feel worthless. I took another wellbutrin at midnight thinking even worse thoughts because someone thinks I am putting the blame of my low libido and crappy feelings on someone else instead of trying to make a positive change about my own overweight problem that I began to feel like it would be much better if I wasn't around. I am now having trouble breathing and my chest hurts.....instead of feeling better I am now having a full blown panic attack because of anxieties that were completely gone but now decided to resurface......I can't go to the ER because I have a child asleep....but I have no where else to turn.
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