just how well meds can work. A few hours ago I was not thinking I was going to make it through today and I better just hide in bed and try and ignore my head and try not to sort of loose it… breathe, and calm down. Glitches and thought blocking and a some circus chatter… coming my way… cue the music.
But now, after breakfast, after the meds, after only one coffee, I feel level again.
I am really glad they work. But sometimes I sort of trick myself into thinking I’m getting better and feeling better under my own power. Then something like this happens and I get a little sad in thinking… No, it’s still the meds.
Oh well, at least something works. I’m grateful for that. I’d like to think my positive thinking makes a difference in there somewhere…