Thanks all. Really.
Oh I hate this! I hate it all! I don't have any idea what's going on any more. I don't feel the same, but I don't feel good either. My attention span is about as long as my one year old neices. I have to tell myself I need to get out of bed because I would be more than happy to just lay in bed all day, hiding under my pillow or staring up at the celing. Which is something I do from the couch downstairs instead. To make that even better often when that happens I don't have any thoughts in my head...or very few...I'm almost blank (which I thought was reserved for times I felt REALLY depressed, or during a counseling session, or when my dad would beat me, or when he yells at me...)...but...argh! I have no idea but if this is what my meds get me I'd prefer to just stop taking them...at least I knew what to expect (most of the time) then...
Sigh.
Sorry for the rant.
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