For completeness, not because I think it affects anyone other than myself, an update on my serotonin withdrawal syndrome. The vertigo changes in intensity: sometimes it is mild enough that I ignore it, other times it so severe that I have trouble walking. I have acclimated to the ringing in my ears. It is part
A PostSecret that spoke to me.
The SWS, panic disorder, and depression mixture is disorienting.
The serotonin withdrawal syndrome symptoms are preventing me from sleeping.
Despite not being a medical doctor, my dad, Dan Hogan, believes he knows more than all doctors who have treated me.
“The Railway Man” is an excellent movie about PTSD. Unlike the movie, I do not want revenge: I want improve the world with positive changes.
Good things, like restful sleep, happened recently, and I am still working hard. I will run out of medicine today, however.
My medical conditions–depression, generalized anxiety disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, and panic disorder–prevent me from accomplishing some tasks that I would easily be able to accomplish if I were healthy. Among the many things that I have not been able to accomplish, if I had help accomplishing one of them, I would immediately start earning more money. My life will not improve with help from other people.
Because of the war on drugs and because we under serve the health care needs of poor people, I have been unable to get the medicine I need. After I was able to get one more medicine I need, the positive effects on my life were immediate and dramatic.
I tried some things people have suggested, I endured the most painful experience in my life to date, but maybe things will get better now.