Zoloft was in my system for three days before the horrible nightmare of "side effects" began.
Extremely stiff neck. Black diarreah. I wandered from room to room, afraid. I thought I had become crazy like a schizoprenic relative and that I would always be that way. I could not sleep for three days after discontinuing.
It had been prescribed to me because I had been having trouble breathing. After undergoing numerous tests including one which required me to inhale a radioactive substance, no physical cause was found. The quack who was filling in for my real doctor decided that I was depressed, and that the depression was "manifesting itself as anxiety". I had been treated for depression with Prozac 8 years prior, indeed have had episodes of depression all my life. I do not feel I was depressed. Anxious, yes. The quack would not put me on Prozac because he "didn't like it". Anti-anxiety medication? No, that would make too much sense. Besides, I would (Horrors!) never want to leave the house without it! So I suffered the horrible three day trauma that I still remember as "the night of the Zoloft".
DO NOT TAKE THIS DRUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!