The Perils of being Over-Medicated

For the last few months, I have been so over-medicated I was falling asleep at my desk after lunch. When I came home from work, usually I nodded off at my desk in front of my computer at around 7:30.

I complained to my doctor, and he reduced my Depakote, a powerful mood stabilizer, by two hundred milligrams, with the intention of weening me off it slowly for good. I had had enough. I was gaining weight too fast, I had absolutely no energy, and when I didn't have the kids, I'd sleep all the way through an entire weekend, so I simply stopped taking Depakote at all about three weeks ago.

When I told my doctor a few days ago, he was angry because I could have flipped into mania or gone into a deep depression. But as it turns out I felt better than I had in years. Much of this has to do with my new diet and exercise program as well.

Upon talking with me for an hour, he told me that I sounded better than he has heard me in years, and decided to cut back on my Seroquel, Klonopin, and Ambien. This pleases me to no end, because I finally have my edge back, and I am feeling very content and confident, even in the face of several setbacks I have suffered recently.

I feel great, guys! I just might start writing something serious again...