One day I woke up and Zoloft/setraline has worked its magic.
I woke up and I felt like a real person with real feelings. Being alive was good.
It still is.
It’s a little too late, though. I will have to do first year again come fall. Wish me luck.
Thank you for being here when I needed you the most, SP.
In the end though, it was reaching out in real life that was the real turning point.
But thank you again. How are you all?
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When I was on Zoloft I would have this urge to sneeze and then not be able to! Otherwise I thought it was a pretty good drug.
I’m fine-ish. Amicably breaking up with my current lover, which sucks. Going to Europe soon, which is great. Saying goodbye to two wonderful cats, which sucks. Seeing my cousins after 15 years, which is great. Putting some of my things in storage, which sucks. Not having to carry around all my stuff, which is great.
You get the drift.
Some people here are busy dying. Some are getting help. Most are still in a holding pattern.