Nov 07, 2011 20:31
It's been a rough couple of weeks.
my diagnosed major depressive disorder that seemed to be under control went absolutely haywire.
I'm on more meds that make me sleepy and unmotivated, and it takes so much energy just to not scream.
I dont know who I am right now. Am I the polite, ready to help out with a smile and ready to launch into some intellectual conversation, the smile plastered on like a mask along with the "I'm fine how are you?" that tastes like one of my more foul tasting meds melted in the back of my mouth.
Or am I the one who is reading horror stories and thrillers and horrible, horrible things that dont phase me because what my brain creates with these episodes is far more frightening than anything I face on a page.
If I dont know, how can anyone else?