Wow, it's been ages...
I never mean to go so long without updating this stupid journal, but it always seems to happen. My life is far too boring and uneventful to warrent blogging. Although, an old woman did try to break into my car a couple of weeks ago. That was very interesting.
I'm in a sore and sad spot right now. I started some new medication today and I feel, well, high. Very high and very much like I might puke. I can't help being extremely depressed about a dozen different things in my life and the doctor tells me that the next two weeks are only going to get worse. This is ridiculous! I didn't have a depression problem before I was medicated and now, suddenly, I care about all these odd things that I usually ignore or have long come to terms with.
I'm hyper sensitive to everything. It dawned on my last night that I am one of the most intelligent people I've ever met (sorry it sounds so snooty, but if you knew me you would understand) and I work in a fucking coffee bar! A monkey could do my job! I want to go back to school, damnit, but can I afford it? No. And what does that do? Depress me. All this "getting better" shit is really starting to become annoyingly inconvenient for me. This is NOT me. I hate being emotional and now it's liek this doctor just turned on the faucet. (Like when you lean in to turn your bath water on and you forgot to turn the shower off, so you get sprayed in the back of the head with a frigid blast of water.)
Is this good or bad? Is it supposed to happen like this? Is it realy helping me?
Anyone with some insight, I'd appreciate it.
I'm in a sore and sad spot right now. I started some new medication today and I feel, well, high. Very high and very much like I might puke. I can't help being extremely depressed about a dozen different things in my life and the doctor tells me that the next two weeks are only going to get worse. This is ridiculous! I didn't have a depression problem before I was medicated and now, suddenly, I care about all these odd things that I usually ignore or have long come to terms with.
I'm hyper sensitive to everything. It dawned on my last night that I am one of the most intelligent people I've ever met (sorry it sounds so snooty, but if you knew me you would understand) and I work in a fucking coffee bar! A monkey could do my job! I want to go back to school, damnit, but can I afford it? No. And what does that do? Depress me. All this "getting better" shit is really starting to become annoyingly inconvenient for me. This is NOT me. I hate being emotional and now it's liek this doctor just turned on the faucet. (Like when you lean in to turn your bath water on and you forgot to turn the shower off, so you get sprayed in the back of the head with a frigid blast of water.)
Is this good or bad? Is it supposed to happen like this? Is it realy helping me?
Anyone with some insight, I'd appreciate it.