Missing my meds
It's been a week + since I dialed my Prozac way back. I'm not experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but I am experiencing pretty heavy depression symptoms. I don't know how I lived without meds before. This suuuuuuucks. I'm getting through, though, because I know I get to start a new program in few days. But seriously. I hate this so much. I didn't get out of bed until noon today, and my to-do list includes three separate items of "write angry complaint to [entity]." I'm so fucking grouchy without my meds. I at least recognize that I'm grouchy because of the lack of meds and not because anyone has really wronged me. But it would be really fabulous if things could just go really perfectly smoothly for the next few days. Even small hitches are huge rage triggers for me right now. So far I haven't directed any of that rage at anything with feelings, though, so I think I'm handling it reasonably well. Still. It's fucked up that I can be aware that my reactions are outside of the realm of reality, but I can't not feel the rage/sad/fear/whatever. Ugh.
DEPRESSION SUCKS, YOU GUYS.
DEPRESSION SUCKS, YOU GUYS.