I loved being muted at first. For the first time in my life my mind wasn't chaotic, my emotions weren't over the top. I was so impressed my needle phobia didn't even keep me away from my scheduled blood tests every 6 weeks!

But I soon started hating those very things. Muted turned into emotional castration, I just could not identify with myself any longer. I felt lost, unhappy and trapped being muted. Then if that wasn't bad enough, my beautiful brain turned to mush, lost who knows how many memories (some recovered, some lost forever) and words from my prized vocabulary. The perpetual hunger refused to grant me any kind of reprieve, and the hand tremors started looking like seizures, (embarassing much?) and bloody pdoc just wanted to add side effect meds instead of get me off the shyt!

My lithium heaven turned to hell in a matter of months, but most tolerate it just fine, or dont have hang-ups about side effect meds. But that's where I draw the line. A permanent line. I will go back on meds if I feel they are neccessary at that time, but NEVER side effect meds, or ones that make me stupid!

I hope your experience is a more positive one