A week and a half ago, my elder son took a handful of his antidepresant, Wellbutrin.
The first night in the hospital he was jerking, making noises, and having seizures. There was clearly no one home in his head. His heart rate was 130 bpm. His blood pressure was 200/120. It was horribly scary.
The next night, he was sleeping.
After 4 days, he was released medically and transfered to a psyc ward. He got out last Monday.
I was driving to see him every day. 3-5 hours round trip for a one hour visit.
Now he's home, and I hope he's got good support for his depression. I visited Monday, offered to visit tonight (he had a meeting) and will meet with him to walk/hike on Sunday.
Last night/this morning, I slept 16 hours straight.
He's my son. He's hurting. And I can't fix it for him.