Over the past couple of months I have been posting some articles dealing with my own experience of weening of Cymbalta and what Cymbalta withdrawal symptoms I have had. This will be the last Cymbalta related post…I swear.
I can say that this will be the last article with certainty because my Cymbalta withdrawal symptoms have finally ceased. Wow…that really sucked. The first post that I had made about experiencing Cymbalta withdrawal symptoms was on June 27th, I had stopped the Cymbalta all together a few days prior to my post. It seems like it was much longer ago to me.
I think what got me through this weening off of Cymbalta successfully (by successfully I mean not using this as an excuse to abuse drugs) was the fact that I was very open and honest with my family about what I was going through.
In the old days when I was actively abusing drugs I would have seen the Cymbalta withdrawal symptoms as a perfect excuse to self medicate with drugs and alcohol. I wouldn’t have discussed this at all with my family, I would have just “taken care of it” on my own. Situations like this one show me how far I’ve come in transforming my addictive thinking into rational thought.
Instead of isolating, putting on a smile and keeping my pain to myself I made it very clear to my family what I was going through. I explained that the Cymbalta withdrawal was causing me to have a zapping sensation in my brain, flu like symptoms and was making me feel irritable, emotional and short tempered. (I didn’t really have to tell them about the last few, they kind of figured that out on their own)
It is amazing how much better a situation can be dealt with once you let people help you and give you support. I wonder now what ever gave me the impression that I shouldn’t share my problems with people. Did I think I was stronger if I just suffered in silence? Would I be thought of as a weak person? I guess it just goes hand in hand with addictive thinking.
It was way back in April that I had first gotten the idea that Cymbalta wasn’t working for me. Then in May I had begun my slow weening off of Cymbalta with my doctor’s supervision. Finally, here we are in July and I am happy to announce that this ordeal is finally behind me.
It feels good to have set a goal, worked towards completing it, and then finally have successfully reached it. On to the next one.