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I'm so angry I could scream and throw a tantrum.
But the worst part is, I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at my own body for making me feel like constant shit all the time.
I couldn't be more pessimistic than I am right now.
I hate everything.
I'm so sick of having zoloft withdrawals it's probably been about 21 days.
And I'm so tired of it.
I fee like absolute shit most of the time.
I want to just sleep forever until it's over and not wake up until then.
But will it ever be over is my question, I'm starting to think the answer is no.
I'm starting to think my brain and body are so fucked up from being on them that it's just not going to repair and I'm going to be stuck with this shitty feeling as my normal feeling.
I had an appointment to get my windshield of my jeep replaced this morning at 8 am.
I didn't go.
You wanna know why?
Because I got hot and sweaty like I had a fever and sick to my stomach, nausea and dizziness to the mood, so bad, that I couldn't even stand up without wanting to hurl.
I tried to call them to let them know, but no one answered.
I didn't care, I felt terrible.
But now i care, because I realize just how much this shitty way I feel is affecting my life.
I spend MOST of my days in bed. Laying here, waiting for the over all hell to pass, hoping to wake up and feel normal, but it's all for nothing.
I fucking hate this.
I hate it,
I hate it,
I hate it.
But the worst part is, I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at my own body for making me feel like constant shit all the time.
I couldn't be more pessimistic than I am right now.
I hate everything.
I'm so sick of having zoloft withdrawals it's probably been about 21 days.
And I'm so tired of it.
I fee like absolute shit most of the time.
I want to just sleep forever until it's over and not wake up until then.
But will it ever be over is my question, I'm starting to think the answer is no.
I'm starting to think my brain and body are so fucked up from being on them that it's just not going to repair and I'm going to be stuck with this shitty feeling as my normal feeling.
I had an appointment to get my windshield of my jeep replaced this morning at 8 am.
I didn't go.
You wanna know why?
Because I got hot and sweaty like I had a fever and sick to my stomach, nausea and dizziness to the mood, so bad, that I couldn't even stand up without wanting to hurl.
I tried to call them to let them know, but no one answered.
I didn't care, I felt terrible.
But now i care, because I realize just how much this shitty way I feel is affecting my life.
I spend MOST of my days in bed. Laying here, waiting for the over all hell to pass, hoping to wake up and feel normal, but it's all for nothing.
I fucking hate this.
I hate it,
I hate it,
I hate it.