So, I’ve been on escitalopram for about 2-1/2 months now.
It’s been interesting.
It hasn’t fixed anything. And I doubt that it will.
It just seems to have introduced a cease fire in the never ending war behind my eyes.
It’s a weird kind of emotional numbing.
Right now I’m on 10mg, but this might have to increase due to the stress of work.
The main participants in this war war P.S., Captain McRae, Terry (Captain Terry Totzke), Richard Gill, Margret Anderson (my grandmother), the unidentified man from the sauna, Earl Stevens, Allen M. There are others, but they were mostly bit players dragged into this war by others.
The escitalopram can’t erase the memories. What it does seem to do is limit my reaction to the memories. But the memories are still there.
I was set to see a psychologist in November, but they wouldn’t be able to offer anything in the way of a diagnosis. Only advice on thinking happy thoughts.
I’ve tried counselling before. I attended a counsellor that specialized in sexually abused males. However, my issues are far greater than the sexual abuse I endured in my youth. It was suggested that I see a psychiatrist and discover which traumatic event or events it was that did the most damage and work form there. For that I’d need to see a psychiatrist.
Psychiatrists are not easy to get hold of. They’re not cheap. Most provincial medical plans will not cover them. And most private insurance plans will not cover them either.
But a good psychiatrist would be a good place to start from and to figure out where to go from here.
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