My
name is Nathan. I have been married to
Jane for over 17 years. I have always known
that my wife was unique. At times she could
be creative, upbeat, and full of energy. She would always think outside the “proverbial
box”. Then there were times when she
would lose all her enthusiasm. She would
struggle to get out of bed for weeks. These
cycles were a normal occurrence for her. We were used to it and dealt with it year after year.
About
the end of December of 2012, my wife made a goal to quit smoking for the
upcoming New Year. She felt she was finally
ready to give up cigarettes and her doctor gave her a prescription for
Chantix. Sometime in mid-January, my
wife woke me up in the middle of the night. She told me that the medication was messing with her head and that she
needed to get off it. “It was taking her to dark places”. I immediately got out of bed and flushed them
down the toilet. The drugs were expensive,
but it did not matter. For several nights,
I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning searching the internet, looking
for anything that talked about the side effects of Chantix. My first encounters led me to discussion
boards about people who had loved ones that had bad experiences taking
Chantix. There was a reoccurring theme
that kept coming up on every discussion board I visited online. It kept talking about people with bipolar
disorder and how the medication messed them up. Every time the subject would come up, I would move on to the next link because
my wife was not bipolar. I knew she could
be wild and crazy at times, but she was not “CRAZY”. I did not understand what bipolar disorder
was and I dismissed the idea.
Chantix Sucks, n.d. |
In
March of 2013, I decided to see a psychologist due to all the stress at home. I needed to talk to someone. I gave the psychologist the run down. I explained that my wife was normally a nice,
thoughtful person but I felt that she seemed to have changed into someone I did
not know overnight. I told him that I
loved her and that “she wasn’t normally like this”. When I asked him if her medication could be
the cause of all the chaos, he assured me that “Chantix is a wonder drug” and
that it would not do that. At the end of
the appointment he asked me if I needed anti-anxiety medication or antidepressants
because I was so stressed. I told him
that medication was the last thing I needed. Eventually, I stopped seeing him.
Image Cited
ChantixSurvivor. Chantix Sucks. Digital image. Chanixsucks.com. Word Press, n.d. Web. 15 Jun. 2014.
1 comment:
That psychologist, I'll call him Dr. R, still makes me mad. My psychiatrist works in the same clinic. Whenever I walk by Dr. R's door, I give it the bird. I have seen him a few times walking around the clinic and once around town...I try to make eye contact but he will quickly turn his head and look past me. Either he does not recognize me or he remembers me and has the same distaste for me as I do for him. Yes, I am medicated for bipolar, but I still have some spark in me. Those topics will be visited in a future post.
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