u/nall667

I’ve shared my experiences here and on the compounded tirzepatide sub about the extreme anxiety I experienced from dosing 0.5mg for my starting dose. My subsequent dose was 0.35 - effects were short lived still with some anxiety at night time. I went back to 0.5mg for my third dose 10 days after that. The extreme anxiety came back, mostly at night and peaked on the third day. It really felt like a visit to the hospital might be in order. I think there are a lot of reasons why this was happening, but it truly is from the medication.

Two weeks after that last, third dose, I’ve been waffling back and forth on what I could do. I obtained a rx for an SSRI. It’s been about five years since I had a true panic attack, and they are often related to hormone changes. Why not live life better through chemistry? Maybe it could ease my mind. It has certainly been working the past few days.

Today I managed to dose 0.2mg of tirz and took the shot. The reduction in inflammation, the focus I get at work, the erasure of joint pain (I’m 14 months PP in my late 30s, iykyk!), the freedom from food noise, the reduction in my chronic urticaria flares (they are daily and the tirz has helped calm them significantly)…I truly want that to continue.

I’m hoping this very low dose runs in the background while I continue to live my life. I am extraordinarily sensitive to medication and felt really disappointed that my experience has been difficult. I have a glucose monitor, I am endlessly hydrated, I am well versed in nutrition and prioritizing protein, and I just got a cheap blood pressure cuff. I refuse to let anxiety rule my life and an opportunity for this medication to work.

I love reading posts about users taking very minuscule microdoses. Please share your experience if you’d like!

After 20 years, I can work my way through the emotional rollercoaster, I can coach myself through the catastrophic thinking and anxiety, I can hold back from venting and oversharing, I can accept the binge eating and move on, deal with the exhaustion, self loathing, body dysmorphia, compulsions, I can manage all of it. some months are definitely harder than others.

But the heart palpitations…maaan. They are NO JOKE. without fail every month I get to that point in the evening where I can rest and my heart is fluttering and the anxiety soars. I am so, so fucking sick and tired of this side effect. I have been told by countless health care professionals that this is just an uncomfortable yet benign recurring issue that I have to deal with.

not looking forward to laying in bed tonight and gasping for air (not sleep apnea) as I fall asleep because an irregular heartbeat jolts me right back to full consciousness and fear.

I’m turning 37 this month and since becoming pregnant in July 2024, giving birth in March 2025, and up through today, I’ve been in the gym or worked out a handful of times. I was in the best shape of my life when I got pregnant. I had been a gym goer for 16 years at that point and of course, my schedule was…different.

My routine at 14 months PP is: wake up around 5AM-5:30AM with baby. Take care of her until husband heads to work at 6:30AM and her drop off with my MIL at 7:15, start working from home at 7:30AM. I get two 15 min breaks split up during the day so I can finish work at 3PM.

MIL lives downstairs so I get baby directly after work at 3:05PM and we party hardy/go for a walk/play until my husband gets home at 4PM. Then it’s play and dinner prep, meal at 5PM, then bath time, then bedtime. Baby is usually down at 7PM.

Husband and I will then pick up the house, shower, and chill until we pass out between 9PM-10PM.

It’s like once baby is down for the night I’m locked into the couch and on my phone. My husband and I are a team and work beautifully together for baby and the household. He is 100% on board with me getting out of the house and getting to the gym.

My gym is ONE MINUTE up the road - I just switched to a chain from a local gym that was horribly unkempt, dirty, and unmotivating.

I’m also fighting the mental battle of knowing it will take some time to get back in shape. My current physique depresses me. I hate to even say that because I’m proud of this body! Working out is my passion, my hobby, a huge sense of accomplishment, and a huge source of anxiety management.

I’m anxious about leaving baby. I’m anxious about being around people. I’m anxious about starting over. I was incapacitated while pregnant and it was a very sobering experience to be so unable to enjoy movement.

I guess I’m looking for encouragement, words of wisdom, a reality check, relatability? I used to be the person in the gym that people came up to for tips, cues, advice, camaraderie, encouragement. I really need that person now.