Mar 12, 2006 21:46
It was supposed to be a crutch to get through the grief
but I can tell already i'm not going to be able to get off of it.
As soon as I start taking more, if I take less, I can't deal with anything. I'm on as much right now as I was a week ago, but right now I feel the depression and I hadn't noticed it a week ago.
Here's to upping it to 300 mg.
Here's to needing anti-depressants in the first place.
Here's to not being able to be happy on your own.
If I can't get off of it, I'm gonna regret ever taking it. Even if it was a fucking crutch through the grief.