sertraline is my new best friend
So my first semester of college is almost over and many things have happened, and none of it seemed worth recording. I have been on Zoloft for almost a month now. My appetite is dead and I survive on bagels and I do believe I may get only one A this semester. Yet I am happy. Clearly the meds are kicking in. May the siren call of high rooftops and scarf-nooses stay away for a long while!
I dreamed last night that I went insane. I dreamed that I woke up, sat up in my bunk bed, and in the corner where my roommate's desk should be was a purple gelatinous monster, sort of a cross-breed between Cthulhu and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. My immediate reaction was "Oh shit I'm hallucinating." I was quite calm about it. I climbed out of bed (which, because of the bunk bed, takes several steps involving the shelves of my desk) and I decided that I had to go to a hospital and be admitted as a psych inpatient. I began putting in essentials into my backpack, like my wallet with my insurance card, my cellphone, laptop, underwear. Not clothes, since the hospital would give me something. The hallucination was still there while I was packing, undulating like a cartoon. I wanted to walk across the street to Student Health Services so they could get me some help, but I was afraid of going alone--what if I hallucinated something else while I was crossing the street and got hit by a car? I wandered around the hall trying to find a friend to walk with me, but no one was around.
I dreamed last night that I went insane. I dreamed that I woke up, sat up in my bunk bed, and in the corner where my roommate's desk should be was a purple gelatinous monster, sort of a cross-breed between Cthulhu and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. My immediate reaction was "Oh shit I'm hallucinating." I was quite calm about it. I climbed out of bed (which, because of the bunk bed, takes several steps involving the shelves of my desk) and I decided that I had to go to a hospital and be admitted as a psych inpatient. I began putting in essentials into my backpack, like my wallet with my insurance card, my cellphone, laptop, underwear. Not clothes, since the hospital would give me something. The hallucination was still there while I was packing, undulating like a cartoon. I wanted to walk across the street to Student Health Services so they could get me some help, but I was afraid of going alone--what if I hallucinated something else while I was crossing the street and got hit by a car? I wandered around the hall trying to find a friend to walk with me, but no one was around.