More Awkward Honesty

May 17, 2011 18:30

Y'know, cuz. Whatever.

I forgot my anti-crazy meds for a couple of days. And when I say I forgot, I mean I once again pulled the stunt of hitting the end of my prescription and deciding I could wait till I wasn't busy to refill it. On the premise that I couldn't possibly revert to crazy in just a day or ... three.

Truth is, I am hating being on anti-crazy meds. I want off. I wanted to be okay for the few day gap before I renewed, so that I could go to my GP and say I feel like I am ready to be weaned off of these meds. Which is entirely stupid and totally self defeating, because *not* weaning, just stopping abruptly, has made me feel dizzy and ill and mildly disoriented. Yaaaaaayy.

I sure do know how to be responsible, don't I?

And I picked the best possible time to do this to myself. Right in the middle of my search for a new place to live, a scenario that guarantees I am feeling anxiety and stress, AND a time I need to be clear headed and efficient.

Also, I have put on 20 pounds since xmas and I hate my body again.

And I'm freaking out about my crazy not relationship with this boy who is probably all wrong for my life.

I need to calm down, and do laundry, and clean the house, and start packing for my impending move.

But first I'm going to take a bath and pretend that I'm not crazy.
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