It is entirely possible I’m about to gas it off of a bridge. However, it is far more likely that I’m going to drive to the bridge and keep going like that was never my intent in the first place because I’m scared.
Prozac was cool… or at least a hell of a lot cooler than this. I told myself I’d rather be depressed than not feel anything at all and BOY WAS I WRONG. Oops…
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personally I’m more on the side of not feeling anything at all than depressed…. and I do like my prozac
of course time comes it’s not enough anymore…. but that’ll happen. such is life of the medicated
It’s a viscous cycle. I’ll start seeing my doctor again. Get back on the meds. Get somewhat stable… and then miss the chaos of constantly wanting to die and cold turkey the brain food.
Nah really it’s more that the prozac keeps me from doing anything at all. Can’t even be bothered with basic housework. Without the meds I’m so terrified of the idea of an unexpected guest seeing my house looking lived in that I mostly stay on top of everything