Well, maybe DON'T copy what I did.
Good Friday, I forgot to take my meds. Easter Saturday I couldn't find them. Easter Sunday I officially "stopped taking my meds".
Effexor XR has been referred to as "the medication you wish you never took". Now I understand why. The withdrawal symptoms are to die for. Or kill for. Mine boiled down to hot flushes (I'm experiencing menopause?!?) and brain shocks. Many hours of lying on my back and listening to my body and I worked out that my brain shocks were dizzy spells, and were directly related to moving my eyes from side-to-side (l-r or r-l). Up and down was fine. A bit of searching on Google revealed this to (apparently) be caused by a lack of serotonin.
I booked in and saw my doctor a week after I went cold turkey. There are several reasons the box says "Do not suddenly stop taking this medication." We went through them, and while she was unhappy that with my methodology, she asked to see me again a week later. I'm also seeing her later this week.
My assessment of the effect of anti-depressants on me was that they lopped off the highs and lows, and numbed everything else. For the past x months, I haven't really given a shit about anything. Now I do.
The reality is that this decision was a success. For me. Colours seem brighter, I'm happier than I've felt in a long time. I feel like life has purpose, and I want to be here. The side effects are now at about 10% of what they were two weeks ago.
But it's not just because I stopped taking the pills. It's a result of taking control of my life. I'm living each day, a day at a time. Time (as a construct) gives me no other option, so who am I to argue with the clock? I'm exercising, eating better, I cut down my caffeine intake, drinking more water. I'm working on my self-discipline, and I'm on APAP as well, which is helping somewhat (if only I would stop taking off the mask in the middle of the night).
Most importantly, have involved other people in the process. I've made myself accountable, for a few reasons. Top of the list is that I cannot accurately assess whether I'm going downhill emotionally - my friends and family can. I'm trusting them to get me to the doctor if I spiral out of control again. My doctor is monitoring my progress, and we've agreed that I'll go on AD's again, IF my support relationships think I need them. But not Effexor - she said that, not me :)
But also, because I need that accountability. I need people to talk to when things get out of control (as they do), and people to chip me if I stop doing the things I need to do to get and stay healthy. I think John Donne may have said it best.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main...I've chosen to no longer be cut off from the continent.