I hate this feeling; not being able to help myself.
“Here’s your medication,” she said. “You should start feeling a difference in about a month.”
It’s been two months.
“In the meantime, just keep doing what you’ve been doing,” she said, flashing me a plastered-on smile. “Go out with your friends, keep occupying yourself with your hobbies, keep up your good eating habits and exercise routine.”
“You’re doing everything right, just keep it up”.
It’s not working.
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You’ll soon find, if the meds work for you or make you crazy. Mine made me scratch the skin off my left palm in the heat of a panic attack. Nothing really works by the way, you just have to be comfortable with being uncomfortable, if that makes any sense.
Actually, it doesn’t make any sense.
I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.
Quite frankly, I’m miserable.
I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, ocd, tourettes, ptsd, and I have severe insomnia.
I can’t deal with it all on my own.
I’m tired of waiting for something that never comes.
I’m sorry. No one will help you until you help yourself unfortunately. I wish I could take your pain away. In a perfect world I would.