The truly fortunate thing about antidepressants is that they hit the mute button on hard, destabilizing emotions. In that sense, they’re like a magical remote control that has the power to un-pause your paralyzed self and set it back in motion.
The truly unfortunate thing about some antidepressants is that they hit the mute button on all emotions. You can’t dull the sting of grief or loneliness without also dulling the likelihood, or at least the sharpness, of your soul’s humor or joy. At least that has been my recent experience.
From summer 2021 to summer 2023, Lexapro was a lifesaver for me, muting my Covid-era depression and anxiety and raising my baseline enough to function. (Which is a good thing since basic functionality is a pretty, um, basic function of our human mechanism.)
At times, I would even say that Lexapro allowed me to flourish. But even just for the times when it “only” raised my baseline, I will forever be grateful for SSRIs. That branch of pharmaceutical research, and the scientists who did the researching, helped get me make my way through a brutal mental health gauntlet.
But in recent months, I saw diminishing returns from my Lexapro use. And it wasn’t until recently that I realized I was experiencing what I’ve heard referred to as “emotional blunting.” I wasn’t feeling anything, good or bad, with all that much clarity. My emotional spectrum was compressed on both ends, and I felt numb. Like I was seeing both my potential joy and my potential sadness through a hazy, smudged lens.
Then in early November, 55 days ago (as I documented in this piece), I kinda-sorta-accidentally quit my antidepressant. And in the last 55 days, the most stunning thing has happened.
I can feel all the feels once again. Emotions that I hadn’t felt with any visceral precision for 2 ½ years. I have regained full access to the emotional spectrum. To my emotional spectrum.
On one hand, I have laughed more in the last 2 months than I had laughed in the previous 3 years combined. So much laughter, undulating like waves from my belly. Laughs that emerge in response to funny things (that my kids say, that I see on the internet, that I randomly think of) or just fun little self-deprecatory observations about my flaws and foibles.
It’s the kind of laughter that feels like a grand awakening.
On the other other hand, the poignant emotions and the tears flow freely now too. It’s amazing. But granularity is everything, so let me be very specific about these intense ripples of emotion, each of which felt like its own tidal wave. The 3 examples below are all from the last 20 to 30 days.
Reading Charlotte’s Web to my kids one morning, I got fully choked up by a rhapsodic passage in which Charlotte waxes eloquently philosophical about mortality. I had to stop reading for 20 seconds and collect myself. (On a side note, this book by E.B. White is magnificent. I give it 5 stars out of 5.)
Then as I watched It’s a Wonderful Life one night, I was overwhelmed by the intense pathos of it all. I experience something like this every year with this film, but it was notably more pronounced this time, and the wet hot tears were prolific. Pure catharsis. I felt George Bailey’s grief. And I felt Mary Bailey’s grief too. All the grief, all the joy, all the exquisite emotions of that aching story.
And finally, hiking on the Appalachian Trail one afternoon, while listening to emotionally earnest rock music, I was reflecting on some of the epic joys I have experienced as an ardent music lover and concert-goer. And these intense and indelibly etched memories, with music in my earbuds as a backdrop, walloped me with something I can only describe as euphoria. At first it was euphoria about music, and then it was euphoria about feeling euphoric. I was leaping in the air with joy.
Like, actually leaping. By myself in the woods. Like some kind of white-tailed deer (with Caspian rocking out in his earbuds).
It’s hard, and probably damn near impossible, to overstate how much these cathartic moments mean to me as a guy who has been sensitive and expressive pretty much from the moment I emerged into the light of this world. Emotional truth has always been a pillar of my ethos, especially since I came into my own as a college student.
I have long said that feeling things, and feeling them deeply, is just as central to being human as anything in our minds or bodies. Even rational thought, that ever-vital function of our God-given brains, takes a backseat to living our lives as emotion-imbued humans on this tactile, terrestrial plane.
We are emotional creatures. We can’t merely think our way to happiness or connectedness. Emotions have to play a pivotal role. And the person who numbs their feelings will ultimately numb their mind too. The sensory body, the emotional soul, and the intellectual mind all work hand in hand.
To be clear, none of this is prescriptive. Doing what I have done would not work for everyone. Quitting a medication is very serious business. I can’t yet explain how this has been a success, and how I have had no withdrawal symptoms.
But what I know deep in my bones, now more than ever, is that emotions matter. And it’s worth connecting to your emotions in any way you can, no matter what prescription you might be on. Yes, it can absolutely be helpful to numb certain emotions when they are unmanageable.
But not much on earth is better than reacquiring the ability to feel. Our lives were meant to be felt. The human experience is innately sensory, and emotional. And the realization of this fact is a profound one.
In fact, I feel overwhelmed by the profundity of it all. It’s the best kind of tidal wave.
And I am grateful that I am able to finally, once again, be submerged in those feelings.