PROZAC....a killer?

More recently I've been unable to write. Not writing in general, as in just writing down like a number or something, but music.

I've been completely unable to write ANYTHING, even one line.

As well as that I was writing a script, and I haven't been able to think of where the story should go. I know I was told to stop taking the meds, but after a while the side effects stopped (my body probably got used to them) and I feel better. But I used to be able to write a song faster than I could say the words, and now everything I try to write is just, well, garbage.

Welcome to the club. :^j

Let's hope this is a side effect that will disappear too.

Lucidor wrote:Welcome to the club. :^j

Let's hope this is a side effect that will disappear too.

I know someone who isn't a musician who said that prozac interfered with her cognitive abilities, although not in those words. For that and other reasons, I don't really like prozac.

Anyhow, I can't help but wonder if it would make sense to recommend just writing, continually. If it's garbage, either clean it up, or toss it. Basically keep the gears oiled. Consider asking for constructive crits from someone you know and trust. Someone who relates to, and has a feel for, your previous work, and wants to help you find that creative place again, rather than bitch at you for losing it.

Good luck.

LOL. I hate myself for even thinking this, but depression was my muse. My problems often made for the basis of the best songs I ever wrote. I don't blame prozac specifically, I don't think it would make a difference regardless what meds I was taking, but I feel good. I say that like it's a bad thing but I can't write music or any story or script like this. I often think that if I stopped taking it or tried to get back into that mindstate, I'd be able to churn out an album in about an hour if I really tried. But it's not worth it anyway.

I could have a great album, but being a musician isn't all about the music unfortunately.

Besides, I have other plans as well. :D

Seasons Change wrote:LOL. I hate myself for even thinking this, but depression was my muse. My problems often made for the basis of the best songs I ever wrote. I don't blame prozac specifically, I don't think it would make a difference regardless what meds I was taking, but I feel good. I say that like it's a bad thing but I can't write music or any story or script like this. I often think that if I stopped taking it or tried to get back into that mindstate, I'd be able to churn out an album in about an hour if I really tried. But it's not worth it anyway.

I could have a great album, but being a musician isn't all about the music unfortunately.

Besides, I have other plans as well. :D

Although conflict and strong emotions do make for good music, not all good music comes from depression. There are other mindstates to draw inspiriation from. Of course, if it totally flatlines you emotionally, that could be a problem, but I've seen some clever lyricism that did not appear to have strong emotional content. So, YMMV.

Yes, there are eight other muses. No need to go with the ugliest one all the time. :^)

Well, I haven't been on Prozac, specifically, but I have been on paxil, luvox and clonidine. Any drug can have harmful or weird side-effects. Some of them can be dangerous.

Paxil is the one that I can justifiably call pure evil. It makes people act insane. Don't take it, and don't trust a doctor who perscribes it. It made me act so demented. I was attacking people, and yet my mother persisted in claiming it helped until she saw something on television that confirmed what I'd been telling her.

Luvox is probably the weirdest one. I didn't get any seriously negative effect from it alone, but I found light highly unpleasant while I was on it. I can't say for certain, though, because I took it in conjunction with the clonidine. Maybe this highly peculiar reaction was a product of both. In spite of this, however, it really wasn't terrible. I just couldn't think clearly unless it was completely dark. I still sometimes keep my monitor on its lowest possible setting at which I can read it, even today. It helps me take enjoyment in things.

Clonidine came closest to being a "killer," actually. While I was on that stuff, I gained a great deal of weight, and I was overheating far too easily during exercise. I was a mess.

What I learned from my experiences, though, was this: trust your child. I think that your child is in a much better position than a doctor to decide whether or not something like this is helping. I'm not against using medication, but this science is still too primitive to know for certain whether something you have been perscribed will help or hurt. If a child is reacting negatively to the medication or argues that it's not helping, don't push the issue. To push a psychiatric medication onto a child when you have no idea how it affects this person is probably the most evil thing that you can do. It's rape.