Ah, Wellbutrin.......the only thing that has ever caused the word "psychosis" to be inscribed in my medical history for all posterity. It works fantastic for a lot of people, fairly well for a significant number of others, and either does nothing or creates a little hypomania for pretty much everyone else.

Me, it literally made crazy. I turned into this THING, this raging, monstrous creature from the ninth circle of Hell. Didn't have any idea why, but luckily one of my co-workers was also taking it, and she happened to tell me one day that she really hated the side effects she was having---she was pissed off ALL the time, short-tempered with her family, snippy at work, etc. etc. Well, she wasn't as bad off as I was, but I had noticed some similarities in the way we handled things, and the light bulb came on.......I stopped the WB immediately.

A few months later, I was a slobbering, weepy hot mess, and I figured I needed to go back on the antidepressant. BAD idea. This time, it was even worse, and it all ended when I threw a screaming conniption fit at work and then asked my PCP for a different AD. He refused at first, then relented when I said something along the lines of "well, don't be shocked if you see my name in the paper because I've killed something". I was joking, but he took it as a veiled threat, told me he thought I had a more serious problem than he could treat, and referred me for a psych eval. Thus, the bipolar diagnosis and the addition of WB to my allergies list. LOL