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I'm glad I'm getting medicine. I feel crazy. Stupid fucking shot messing up my hormones.and I'm so tired of the panic attacks. I can't function when I get them, I need to crawl into a ball & not move or think. That doesn't work out well when I'm at work. I'm tired of thinking about death all the time. About how the car could blow up at any minute, about how whatever I just ate wasn't cooked enough & its going to kill me, about how every pain I have is probably something that's going to kill me, about how I can't take any medicine bc I'm too afriad of suddenly gonna have some weird reaction and die, and everything else. It feels like I've smoked some pot and I'm paranoid & tripping out really bad. I hate it. Hopefully this prescription will help.
Anyway, 6 months today, haha cheese.
21 Friday!
Anyway, 6 months today, haha cheese.
21 Friday!