Wellbutrin and celexa

Men take SSRI and Wellbutrin so that they get horny and hard but can not cum....for ever

7 months later & it’s still a fantastic beat off tale. Too bad Wellbutrin robs. Me of the ability to cum.
Damn!
Bill S.

Total bullshit! No man would stand for that humiliation nor would a wife who truly loved her husband ever do that to him!
Just a poorly written cuck story.
If he couldn’t afford corrective counseling then a prescription for Wellbutrin would solve one problem but would add another. Taking Wellbutrin stops all ejaculations but not the good feelings. He could last forever.
And under a Dr.s supervision he could go off that medication long enough to have some fun himself.
Bill S.

I have been suffering with a form of depression called Cyclethemia(not sure of the spelling) almost all my life. I have been on CELEXA and it works very well, except after taking it for a few years I began to lose all my sex drive. I discontinued taking the drug, but now I have decided to start taking the drug as I feel that at my age (59) I would rather feel good and treat everyone good rather than worry about being able the want sex.

There is a drug called flibanserin that is basically the female viagra. However, it is just now being resubmitted for approval by the FDA because it interfered with the ability to drive, among other things. The key difference between flibanserin and viagra is that flibanserin works on the central nervous system rather than the autonomic nervous system. It is actually an antidepressant that targets a wide range of disruped neural pathways which contribute to hypoactive sexual desire in women.
Beyond that, though, Wellbutrin can work for women's libido as well because it affects dopamine levels in such a way that contributes to the proper activation of the reward circuitry of the brain. This theoretically facilitates the behavioral aspects which reinforce the desire to engage in sexual activity over time. One other thing to consider is utilizing the effects of oxytocin release to stir up the desire for sexual intimacy. Try engaging your partner in a long embrace, upwards of 20 seconds, just holding each other close. By the end of that 20 seconds, you might be surprised by how elevated your heart rate and breathing gets and you may even feel butterflies in your stomach. Another way is to just sit together in silence for 10 minutes in the dark while holding hands. It is almost like mutual meditation, where you become hypersensitive to your partner's contact with your skin, so much so that it blots out your other thoughts and adds a sense of anticipation. The key to all of this is to cultivate mindfulness and learn to be completely in the moment. Meditation, in general can help a lot in this respect, and remember, the enemy of libido is stress. Too much stress and your body literally loses the biochemical capacity for generating and sustaining desire.

As a chronic depressive, I had to learn some very painful lessons on the way to dealing with my depression. Denial is a very formidable enemy. It takes a lot of guts to admit that you're sick, particularly with an affliction for which society is more than happy to stigmatize you. Understanding why you no longer like to do the things you previously enjoyed doesn't come easy. Dealing with some of the syndromes associated with chronic depression like low anger threshold, sleep deprivation and logical function disorder is terribly difficult because they complicate your treatment and make a bad health situation worse.
The pills aren't necessarily the answer, despite what the pharmaceutical industry would like us to believe. At least they weren't for me. My psychiatrist tried three different medications in the two and a half years I was under her care, those being Celexa, Welbutrin and Prozac. The first two gradually lost their therapeutic value to me as mood stabilizers, and Prozac is nothing more than cruel and unusual punishment invented by some sicko in the pharmaceutical industry. Imagine life in a neurochemical visegrip of mood neutrality, no ups, no downs, just a flatline like you're a zombie. That's a glimmer of what being on Prozac is like.
Don't get me wrong: the medications helped me but the cognitive therapy techniques that my other doctor, a physiopsychologist, taught me helped me more. I agree with a previous poster who said, Don't be afraid of alternative methods. because frankly the shrinks and psycho witch doctors don't have all the answers. I'm a scientist by training and disposition, and throughout my life, I have always been a very forceful personality. That's why denial was such a problem for me. I became severely depressed in 1998 when a lifelong friend committed suicide due to job stress. His suicide almost pushed me over the edge with him, and I struggled for three years, denying that I was sick, using willpower and brute force to overcome chronic low moods to keep on keeping on. It took me seriously contemplating suicide to realize that I needed professional help. I was lucky because I was able to get that help, though my long delay ended up costing me my career when I became so depressed that I could no longer do my job and was let go.
My physiopsychologist came to understand much of what makes me tick. He showed me the distortions in my EEG from the fault in my brain's neurochemistry. He explained how that fault causes my moods to spiral down and stay down. He put me in a frame of mind where I knew I could beat the disease if I acted positively instead being a passive victim. Best of all, he helped me deal with the stigma of chronic depression. I'll never forget his words: We don't damn people who suffer a heart attack or fall victim to cancer because they're sick, do we? Chronic depression isn't any different. It's a physical ailment and there is no reason, none, that we should look down on the victims of depression any more than we do the victims of cancer. That meant a lot to me because my self-esteem had been trashed by depression. It helped me put matters in perspective, and now I spit in the general direction of anyone who makes light of depression and suggests that It's all in your head. Strangely enough, they're right -- it is all in your head -- but they haven't a clue what they're talking about. Ignore them because they're ignorant.
I remained under my psychologist's care for another year and a half until he and I agreed that we had done all we could together. My condition is better today but I'm not cured. I doubt that I will ever be cured of the affliction. I don't have that many bad days any more, and I have some good days every now and again. I'm off all anti-depressants. My diet is better and, while I don't exercise as much as I should, my daily walk does help. My psychologist told me that as I got older, my condition might improve with age because your brain chemistry continues to change. I think he's right.
Want to know what I really miss? Having a beer. Anyone who's seriously depressed should avoid alcohol completely. I've seen what alcohol does to a healthy person's EEG, and it's not pretty. When you're depressed, imbibing takes a bad situation and turns it into a mental trainwreck. But while I miss a brew at the end of the day, I don't miss feeling so depressed that nothing matters. That emptiness I hope I never experience again.
I leave you with some sobering statistics, no pun intended. It is estimated that twenty-five million Americans suffer from depression in one form or another. I've no doubt that many of those cases are mild but consider this: one of every twelve Americans suffers from this form of mental illness. There's a good chance that you know someone who is a victim of depression. Still think it's all in our heads? Think again.
Thank you, Emerald_Dragon, for a thoughtful essay on a very painful subject.

God damn give it a rest. Repeating the same fucking things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again!!! STOP!!!!!