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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tuzenbach" data-source="post: 3046139" data-attributes="member: 16155">Well, I'm sincerely glad that it worked for you. It just was really annoying for me, that's all. I mean, there are certain pieces of music that affect me so deeply and that I find so beautiful and emotional that I'll play over and over again, just to cry at the most moving parts. Not tears for the sake of sadness, but for the sake of "wow, these musicians REALLY know how to express pure & deep emotions within the context of their music". So, I'll play these and just lie back and listen and wait to be emotionally overwhelmed.Under the influence of Paxil, however, crying simply wasn't an option. Happiness, but no joy, no wonder, no appreciation of art. The songs I once loved meant nothing to me while on this drug. I found myself saying "why the hell am I listening to this?" I'd like to emphasize that this was definately NOT depressing music, but spiritually uplifting music, mostly "Yes". But I wasn't moved. Nothing moved. It was horrible. Experiencing the SAME emotion 24/7 was just NOT for me.Again, I'm happy it worked out for you. Thanks so much for the feedback!PS: I had a series of panic attacks in mid-May of 2004, about 10 days after the death of my father. The day he died was actually the best day of my life. I realize that sounds crappy, but that's just how things are. I wasn't panicked about his loss, but rather, at my own situation. I was 31, unemployed, no solid career path, no car, living at home, no money, 40k in debt (credit cards & student loans), no credit (I'm currently being sued by 2 different credit cards!), no hope. In short, I was screwed. But if my mother all-of-a-sudden passed away, I'd be SUPER SCREWED! When this revelation hit me, I started waking up in the middle of the night and pacing back and forth in small circles, beating a steady rhythm on my chest in an effort to calm my ludicriously-fierce beating heart. This experience turned about 50 of my chin hairs grey!However, the short-term panic resulted in a long-term plan. Unlike when my father was alive, I now know EXACTLY what I'm going to do with my life this year, next year, the year after that, and the year after that. Is fear my motivator? Perhaps. But it also helps to have a HUGE negative influence remove itself from my existence.</blockquote>

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