Holy shit. I got worked up into a frothing rage at my mother's house, which left me with such anxiety and a hard knot like feeling in my chest, I thought I was having a heart attack.
Not sure how much of this was the Wellbutrin (I think A LOT--given my neurologist thinks it's very stimulating--his words, mind you) or how much of the attack was my mom and her effects on me. Either way, I decided after this episode to start weaning myself off the medication. Made me very hostile, agitated, headachey, dry mouthed, ragey, and did zero to help my depression.
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