I desperately need something that doesn’t exist. The Prozac doesn’t work. At least not yet. I’m by myself all of the time and I fucking hate it, but what else am I going to do? Make friends with the people around me by creating another disingenuous personality that I have to keep up with? I’d be kidding myself, and it would just leave me more exhausted and drained than I already constantly am. I bought sleeping pills because every day is an eternity. Work is a test of endurance. School is a test of willpower. My parents don’t even want me around and I honestly can’t blame them. I barely have a future. I barely even want one.
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Holy shit, did you just start taking Prozac recently? I HIGHLY recommend you stop taking that poison immediately and read up on the tons of negative side effects that often affect those who take it. I’m not talking about the common side effects, I’m talking about your mind being jumbled because it permanently, read; PERMANENTLY fucks up your serotonin re-uptake inhibitors and turns you into an emotionless brain-dead zombie. I took it and I feel like I lost thirty I.Q. points, my hair started turning curly, brittle, and falling out, I felt like a woman even though I’m a man, I felt confused and stupid etc; etc; etc;
This happens to more people than you think, and the effects are permanent. I still haven’t recovered from taking Prozac. I took it five years ago. Prozac is nothing more than pharmaceutical poison… I know medications affect each person differently, but do you really think it’s worth the risk?
I don’t. Please consider stopping taking this medication. I know it’s not my right to ask you to stop, and you think it may actually help, but the risk involved is just to high, and if I can save just one person from the hell that I went through, I’ll have done something productive with my life for once.