QueenieSenior Contributor
Crashed and burned
Emotionally that’s where I’m at right now. I’m avoiding everyone and even though I did go out today with my support worker, I just wanted to come home and hide.
I know in reality I should have expected an overwhelming flatness to strike, my meds are grossly reduced at the moment so there is little precious serotonin floating around my synapses. I feel depressed and melancholy. I burst into tears at the sight of Notre Dame ablaze and I’m not even sure why. I have no special affinity with Paris or even Europe.
I guess this is reality now, right this very moment. At least my reality, away from the cushion of medication controlling how I think and behave. Withdrawal sucks.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. A few short days ago I was on top of my world and now I’m gutted.
I give up. White flag definitely waving.