Pill popping
It's been about 2.5 weeks since I started back on medication again. Day 4 of not living in a fog of pain and confusion. I'm reluctant to say I'm better, because I'm clearly not. I feel exhausted and scared instead of just biological insanity. It's as if I had always lived in a Dali painting and now I'm in the "real" world. Readjusting to everything is a strange feeling. Everything looks the same, but my brain interprets it differently. I often feared that medication would change my personality and I'd cease to be me. What truly gives us identity?