Short and not so sweet.
The meds...they have moved up once more. How the hell do you know when enough is enough and it is time to stop? Now the Lamictal is up to 300 and the prozac has gone up to 80 mgs. a day. The Geodon, thankfully, has remained a steady 60 as I am not prone to outbursts along the lines of schizophrenic any longer. Doesn't everyone hear people speaking to them? Doesn't everyone see the words they are saying dance in front of them?
If not, you should. It's fun...and makes for great conversation.
Haven't found a new therapist yet. Haven't been looking to be honest. I am pretty disinterested in talking with anyone lately, including the people I love. I feel like I am a big ol' hassle nowadays...just getting in everyone else's way, including my own. I've failed an exam recently, something I never ever do. I didn't bother to read the chapter. Wasn't interested in passing it at all. Setting obstacles for failure. It is CP's modus operandi. Today I took another exam. Passed it with wildly flying colors. Enough so that it got the professor wondering if I cheated on it. He said, "good for you," this time around...but still had a very puzzled look on his face...like there were two of me.
Aren't there?
2 comments:
No, not two. The me who had a D all year round is still the same me who wrote an A in her exam. But it certainly feels like it, doesn't it.
I have never seen words dance but I have been chased by a white rabbit once while I was camping....but that was a little self induced....lets not go there....
But we all have bad days, weeks or even months. I dont care how healthy or unhealthy one might be, we all have our 'I wish I could sleep for a week' moments.
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