Escitalopram experience so far
I honestly can’t believe I’m writing this but my period started today… and for the first time in years, I didn’t realise it was coming because I didn’t have the usual PMDD spiral beforehand.
No crying every day. No feeling like everyone hates me. No thinking I’m a terrible person. No thoughts about driving off a bridge or not wanting to be here. No overwhelming sense that life wasn’t worth living. I just… got my period.
I’m only about a week and a half into taking escitalopram (10mg daily), and still feel extremely fatigued, so I’m obviously not claiming this is a miracle cure or that one cycle means it’s “fixed.” But I’m genuinely shocked.
What’s even crazier is that life hasn’t exactly been calm. Over the past several months I’ve:
-watched my nan go through cancer and lose her seven months ago, and I’m still in grief counselling
-had my endometriosis surgery cancelled after waiting years because my thyroid worsened out of range
-been trying to increase thyroid medication slowly after previously reacting really badly to it
-rushed my dog to the emergency vet
-dealt with a bed bug infestation (ughhhh)
-been working in a stressful, understaffed job with uncertainty about my role
-lost a couple of close friendships during my grief, leaving me with a much smaller support system with the majority now either pregnant or with babies so I rarely see them
For years I put off taking an SSRI because I only felt awful for part of the month. I worried it would change my personality or numb me when I actually felt okay. Instead, I just feel… like myself. Just more balanced.
If you’ve ever gone from “I don’t want to be here anymore” to “what the hell was that?” the moment your period arrives, you’ll understand why I’m so emotional (in a good way) writing this. I really hope this is the start of something better.
I know this is only my first cycle, so I’m keeping realistic expectations. But if this resonates with anyone who’s been sitting on the fence about trying medication because you’re worried it’s admitting defeat, or that it’ll change who you are, I hope this gives you another perspective.
PMDD is a real condition. It’s not a lack of willpower, and needing treatment isn’t a failure.
I’m actually quite overwhelmed by the fact that I don’t feel overwhelmingly low. I didn’t realise how much I was surviving each month until this month felt… normal. I know the pain is coming soon due to endometriosis but to not have that emotional turmoil on top is such a relief.
If this helps even one person feel less scared about asking for help, it’ll be worth sharing 🩷