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One of the biggest problems with psych meds (at least in my eyes) is that they generally have a side effect profile that’s less-than-friendly. I seem to suffer on the worse side of average from many of these. This is an insight into my personal Side Effect Hell.
A common side effect from many atypical antipsychotics is ‘drowsiness’. It sounds like that delicious feeling you get on a summer afternoon after a lovely picnic lunch. The reality for me is much less picturesque.
I take my meds around 7pm. From then until I go to bed, my concentration drifts so much that I can’t write anything of substance, I can’t really think anything through, and I drift off to sleep rather alarmingly if I get comfortable.
As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out to it. I’ve fallen out of bed and not remembered it at all, and held conversations that I can’t recall (although these are usually classified as ‘amnesia’).
The next morning, the alarm goes off at half past seven. Or at least, I’m told it does – getting through to me before about half past nine is near-impossible. My brain does not acknowledge any input until somewhere between nine and ten AM.
By ten-ish, I’m up and about. But I can’t think well, make logical decisions, or concentrate for another hour or two after that – if you want sense out of me, wait til after lunch, because before that is variable.
So, in summary, between the hours of midday and 7pm, I need to do everything that requires thinking for the day. As a Uni student, that’s not the easiest ask in the world. Outside those hours, the amount of information I can process is heavily limited, and that’s incredibly distressing for this usually bright and articulate girl. Additionally, I’m trying to raise two children. If it weren’t for a very supportive partner, we’d be up the creek.
I hate Side Effect Hell.