I was going to wait a week or two but I can’t stand it. I’m OFF Risperdal. This is day two. The end of 20 years of the domination of my soul. Yes, neuroleptics are soul killing. And I was thinking I’d wait to tell just “to be sure.” But the withdrawal has been so smooth since I found my new doctor I don’t expect to have problems adjusting to the absence of .07 mg. Nope. I made it!
I didn’t know when I was going to be off it and it came as a shock even though I was on such a tiny minute amount. Just the .07 mg. I had been cutting down by .01 mg at a time. And I guess I was just in the rhythm of the withdrawal. I’ve learned to be patient. To expect it to take forever—for it to be never ending—this blindsided me.
The last time I talk to my doctor she tells me no more Risperdal tonight. I got off the phone to see my husband and hugged him and started crying with joy.
This is more awesome than buying a new house and moving into town. So much more awesome.
It took more than 4 years. I’ve been tapering more than 4 years. 11 mg at the height of it all.
I’ve also completed withdrawal from 50 mg of Seroquel, 200 mg Zoloft, 84 mg of Concerta and 340 mg of Lamictal.
60 mg of Lamictal to go and then the 3 mg of Klonopin. I expect it to be a piece of cake. Truly. Risperdal was a formidable opponent and I don’t expect further problems of the magnitude it gave me at times. I have found an amazing doctor who heals my body in ways I can’t even begin to understand.
I’m still not writing much. Still in the thick of moving. Still not sure what to do next once I’ve moved. But I had to share this with y’all.
I wish announcing it didn’t feel so damn anti-climactic. How many people on the planet actually know what magnitude of achievement this is??