I was prescribed Zyprexa at the age of 17. Took it for less than six months and gained more than sixty pounds. It was supposed to be for anxiety and depression. It did not help my symptoms whatsoever; just made me quiet, slow, and super-fat.
I'm 25 now, and have since lost all the weight... and then-some.
Coming off Zyprexa, I took up smoking cigarettes to speed up the weight loss. Still smoking today. After having lost the weight I gained on the drug, my physical appearance has became a source of stress that casts a shadow over everything else in my life. I have silvery remnants of stretch-marks all over my stomach, hips, and breasts; I also have a tiny ridge of loose skin above my crotch that will NOT go away no matter how thin I get; like I've had a baby or two. I haven't had any yet, for the record.
Gaining weight on Zyprexa has made me terrified of repeating the experience to the point of taking extreme measures to avoid re-creating it. Eight years later, I now frustrate and hurt my husband and friends every time food comes into the equation. I eat almost exclusively with trepidation; when I don't, it's on my mind for days. I couldn't control a thing about my body when I was being pumped full of this crap; now that control is all I can think about. I'm skinnier than I was before I took the drug the first time, but it's not healthy and it's not worth it, because it NEVER leaves my mind. The fact that people who knew me when I was fat from the med think I look "better" now makes me even more angry, but that's beside any point at all.
I've read posts from other people indicating that they believe Zyprexa permanently and negatively affected their brain chemistry. I am starting to think that this is part of that. I have been on other meds before, including Respiridol, Prozac, ativan (the only one that ever worked and had no side-effects), Celexa, and Seroquel. All of these I took as a teen; all were prescribed. But the worst one was the Zyprexa, and I'm still upset about it.
I can't get through an hour without thinking about my body, food, and how my body is metabolizing food. My husband has been supportive and helpful but I have realised recently that I am going to need more help in beating this. I just don't know where to go, because I am terrified that whoever I go to for help will try to get me back on this stuff, especially if I show up underweight.
My thinking on this gets really circular, so I'm looking for input from others; particularly your own experiences with this drug (or, hey, any others I've mentioned). Did you gain a ton of weight? Did you become more depressed/anxious/obsessive about things? How long did the drug affect you after going off of it? Anything at all you can throw at me would be greatly appreciated. The entirety of my adulthood has been consumed by this crap; it's bad enough recently that I am not working.