SSRI's and Contracted Withdrawal

Please watch this short video before you wean off of SSRIs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhK2pPk4F7s

 

 

SSRIs and Suicide

Joshua on the right six years before his suicide

You may wonder why I bring up SSRIs [selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor].

Joshua had been on several SSRIs by the time of his death. Because Joshua was of age, he could make his own choices in life. He chose anti-depressant drugs that did not work. He began taking them after the time his photo was taken. He took them for five years and he became more depressed, withdrawn, and sullen.

We made an appointment with his psychiatrist and told him Joshua was worse and we feared for his sanity. Even his life. We begged the doctor to counsel Josh and pull him off of the drugs he was taking.

The doctor smiled, listened, and assured us Joshua was doing well. What? He did not know Joshua. He did not live with Joshua. How could he say that?

After Joshua's suicide,  and we found his bottles of prescriptions. My husband spoke with a doctor who shed light on the medications our son was taking. Two of them were SSRIs and the doctor explained these drugs have the ability to cause suicidal thoughts.

We were devasted. Angry. Hurt beyond belief.

I can't help wondering if Joshua's psychiatrist knew what the SSRIs were capable of doing to a human brain.

I can't turn back time to right a wrong, but I can spread awareness of these potential killer drugs that are on the market.

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 What I Almost Did after My Son's Suicide

 

 

I was not in a good place at the time of this photo.

 

Many months after this was taken, I reached for my husband's gun safe for his on-duty pistol. I couldn't remember the  combination. But I still twisted the knob. Suddenly, I knew that if I killed myself, Satan would win.

 

He. Could. Not. Win.

 

I went to my husband in the living room and told him, "I wanted to kill myself." I began to sob into his chest. "I want to be with Joshua."

 

He helped me to our bed. I sobbed for hours. I could not stop. Sometime later, it came to me that I was trying to be brave and strong. For myself. For my family. I could not longer do so.

 

I spoke to Father God, "I give in. I will do whatever it is You want for me. Please forgive me."

 

A peace washed over me. I sighed. 

 

At that moment, the touch of what I thought was my husband tucked the covers closer to my body as you would a small child. I jerked up. No husband.

 

I slowly lay back down to the pillow. I blinked. Am I going crazy?

 

Than I smiled. Jesus, the Christ, had comforted me not only spiritually but physically.

 

That realization made me sigh once again, and I fell asleep.

 

I understood that now God could mold me and shape me into what he had planned for my life. That in my weakness, He could reign as Father God in my heart.

 

If you need prayer, please leave a comment or reach out at jeanann_w@yahoo.com. jean