My life seems to consist of finding medication right now. I feel trapped and just want to curl up in a ball. I now realise I'm stuck on venlafaxine, until I can suffer what feels like an awful stomach bug, combined with a feeling of being separated from my body. I'm walking on an earthquake. While I am walking around, it feels like I am watching my journey through a video camera. I will fight this, but not while I am working or trying to write an essay. The withdrawal symptoms will make me pretty much housebound.
I held myself together for most of my life, before I even considered doing something about my mental health, which I did when I was 18. I was scared about "officially" being more abnormal than I already felt. It all kind of happened by accident actually! Started on citalopram for my stomach, and ended up talking about depression symptoms with doctor.
This really does describe me though! Haha!
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