EveHarrington
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I hate my meds. Yes, I do.
They work in that my mood is more even, I’m able to tolerate triggers better, and my anxiety is mostly gone.
But it feels like I’ve lost 50% of “good” while only losing 10% of “bad”. Does this make sense? (Yeah, I know my perception is probably skewed, but losing good is a million times worse than losing bad is good.)
It’s like most of my fun/crazy/spontaneous side is just dead.....killed by the damn meds.
But I’m supposed to be happy because I no longer have suicidal crashes?
I think most of it is that I feel that my childlike state of innocence and fun is just gone. I miss my little one so bad. I just want her back. Where did she go?
I’m so upset I’m going to stop for now. I think I’m going to buy her something fun.
They work in that my mood is more even, I’m able to tolerate triggers better, and my anxiety is mostly gone.
But it feels like I’ve lost 50% of “good” while only losing 10% of “bad”. Does this make sense? (Yeah, I know my perception is probably skewed, but losing good is a million times worse than losing bad is good.)
It’s like most of my fun/crazy/spontaneous side is just dead.....killed by the damn meds.
But I’m supposed to be happy because I no longer have suicidal crashes?
I think most of it is that I feel that my childlike state of innocence and fun is just gone. I miss my little one so bad. I just want her back. Where did she go?
I’m so upset I’m going to stop for now. I think I’m going to buy her something fun.