Withdrawal Diary episode #10 February 26, 2022
Last weekend, the weekend of February 19, things were going well enough, I guess. We'd decided, weather be damned, that we were going to have a barbecue - go out and get a couple of steaks and treat ourselves. I was kind of riding a wave of happiness with the way Pristiq had been working for me. After all, my mood seemed to be leveling off, my outlook was brighter, and felt like I seemed to have more pep in my step, so to speak. We decided last Saturday that I would give the gym another go of it. The last couple of times I had gone, things were dodgy at best. I'd only done cardio: some time on the treadmill, just to get my body moving again. I was anxious to achieve a new sense of normality, where being on 150mg of Zoloft for so long, I'd felt kind of bogged down. I was also taking Wellbutrin to try to counteract that haze, but it wasn't working the way I'd hoped it would. It was like taking a placebo; fundamentally ineffective. The trip to the gym with my wife t