This is day 5 of Wellbutrin. Last year I refused to even take it home from the psychiatrist because I found that drinking more than two drinks in any one day was dangerous because it lowered the seizure threshold. I haven't been drinking much at all this semester, so I decided that if this is going to make me happier, I might as well give it a try. This is day 5, and for the past five days I've been obssessively thinking about how the medication is affecting me, which might be some sort of negative placebo effect that intensifies my conditions. Either way, I think that I have been feeling more socially anxious than I have been since I've stopped taking Stratterra. I feel that perhaps I actually had solved my problems, and that I no longer need to take medication. But that's always the question. There is however a reason that I think that it might actually be the drug rather than me overthinking and pretedning that its increasing the anxiety. Today, when at lunch, I stood in a 15 person line at Sbarro to get the last pepperoni stromboli, and the person right in front of me grabbed the last one. So I headed to Chik-Filet, and ordered my usual: two spicy chicken sandwiches. I waited there for 15 minutes, and felt the need to repeat the order numbers the employees were struggling to communicate to their customers. I felt immediately awkward. Why had I done that? One symptom that I experience when I am anxious is acting suddenly and without thinking, and instantly realize that I had embarrassed myself. I feel that this was starting to subside, and its weird to see the behavior return. When I got my food, I found the one seat in the entire lunch room it seemed. I sat down and opened my sandwich, only to find that it wasn't spicy. So I had to return the sandwiches and exchange them. The cashier told me that I had asked for a regular chicken sandwich. Never. I must have been timid in making my order clear, and I feel as though it was because of how I acted that she assumed that I had been the one to make the mistake. This assumption is in itself a strange thought, in which I become responsible for everything everyone does. I have not thought like that for a long time. When I went to go eat my sandwiches, the one spot in the lunchroom was taken. So I left and headed towards my class. I headed towards the hall where I usually sit before class, and instantly, reflexively spun around without even a seemingly conscious decision. I realized what I had done when I was already walking away and had to continue walking to pretend that I had any reason to be leaving. This is the reason I don't think that I am imagining what the drugs are doing to me. I don't know if my symptoms are supposed to increase before they get better. Also this drugs says that it may take up to a couple of weeks before symptoms improve. Could I be imagining this? If not, and if these are side-effects indicating that I should stop taking the medication, I hope that this trial doesn't undo all the social-anxiety coping skills that I developed without the use of medication. I wish doctors could really convince me that they know what they're doing.