feeling good for a moment
and I start to question
the reality of this thing,
whether I need the meds
and if anything is really
wrong with me at all,
teetering on the brink of
dismissing a lifetime of
experience in the temporary
blink of an eye, so to
speak, a few brief moments
whispering lies not to be
believed and yet I so
desperately want to believe
them, needing, I guess,
to be slapped back to
the reality of it all
Thank you for the compliment. If you want to write, my advice is just get a notebook and start writing. The more you do it the better you will get at it, most likely. Classes and workshops on writing are helpful, I suppose, but I’ve never been to one. If you have the opportunity you might check one of those out, too.
Good poem. I stopped my meds ages ago on a whim with similar judgment. Had to start them again in two days since there was like a crowd of voices in my head then.
I’ve stopped meds again but this time I’m on Amyloban 3399 (a supplement that studies show works for treatment resistant schizophrenia,) things are different now.
@naturallycured Thanks! Yeah stopping the meds is usually a recipe for disaster. Glad you’ve found something that works for you.
@PinCushion I totally agree. I wonder sometimes, for a brief moment, if I really need them. Then reality comes crashing in on me and I remember that I do.