My foggy existence continues. I feel as if life is passing me by. People expect so much from me but I can’t keep up. I feel like I am continually holding back a monster within me from unleashing itself, I’m dead on the surface but screaming underneath. I’m tempted to come off my pills again, get sick and feel alive, but I don’t want to be a burden to my husband. Maybe I’m one big fat liar and don’t have sz but the pdoc disagrees with me and so does my psychiatric history of eleven years long. Whatever…
i hope you are just having a bad day.
you are in good moods too when you are on your meds.
Don`t let anyone put anything on you–unless you want them to.**
Yes, I agree with you somehow, Saadiqah, that as a sufferer, we might be depicted as a snoozing giant elephant.