Good luck with your problems Malek. Effexor made me kind of anti-anti anxiety droogs. I'm naturally a pretty chill person, and did what most other chill people do in life, marry someone high strung. A few years after my wife and I started dating, she finally went to a shrink about her infrequent panic attacks/RAGE.
She ended up on effexor for about a year, and while it made some aspects of her life a bit "better", if she would ever miss a dose her body would totally fuck up. I told her my worries every once in a while, but you really can't tell people what to do in situations like those. She ended up realizing I was right about all this like six months after I had dropped the issue, and decided to quit cold turkey. She felt awful for a week. I've seen people with hardcore drug withdrawals, and this was up there for the first few days.
She went to a few more sessions with a therapist, but the therapist always tried to get her back on the pills, to the point where my wife was pissed and stopped going. It kind of soured my opinion of modern psychology/psychiatry (they can both write scrips in LA). Then again, I'm either a cold beer 'let it all out' or a 'bottle it up inside forever' kind of guy, w/o many in-betweens.
/livejournal off
Sorry for rambling, long story short - drugs are a last resort type of deal IMO, but If you do end up on something, take as low a dose as possible. That shit is scary.
